The two singers were stunned, until Mo Chuan frowned and snorted coldly, and the two of them reacted, hurriedly retracted their gaze, and their hearts were beating wildly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"That'...... The slave family sacrificed ugliness. ”

A singer moved the strings and played the pipa, and her voice was clear and melodious.

Another singer opened her throat lightly and sang a little song with a fragrant powder, she spit out lingering words, the tune was low, and her voice hooked people's souls, and her eyes were watery, and she glanced at Mochuan from time to time.

It's a pity that Mo Chuan didn't look at her at a glance, and he didn't even pay attention to what she was singing, he took a sip lightly, staring at her opposite, the lake was rippling, shining on her pink cheeks, and adding beauty.

This situation and this scene only make people feel intoxicated.

Shen Ning drank a few sips of wine, her face was faintly flushed, her cheeks were slightly hot, she was already not strong enough to drink, especially listening to the lingering song sung by the singer, it was sweet and greasy, not like a song, but more like a soft moan, high and low, the meaning of the words was almost indistinguishable, but it made people's hearts beat faster, and their faces were red.

She couldn't help but ask Mo Chuan in a low voice: "What kind of song is she singing, why is the tune so weird?"

Mo Chuan's handsome face was slightly red, and he glanced at her as if he was smiling and angry: "Don't you want to listen to Xiaoqu'er, this is Xiaoqu'er, why can't you understand it?"

"Do you understand, tell me what she's singing?" she was unconvinced.

"I don't understand either. Mo Chuan's face turned red again, and he turned his face away and stopped looking at her.

Shen Ning saw his blushing one after another, and his suspicion suddenly rose, and he grabbed his hand and shouted, "You must have understood, but you deliberately didn't tell me, didn't you?"

His palm was hot, and as soon as she held it, she felt a heat in it, and she couldn't help but be stunned, and asked, "Why are your hands so hot?

She raised her hand to touch his forehead, and as soon as he grasped it, she frowned: "Ning'er, don't make trouble." ”

"I didn't make a fuss, I just wanted to see if you were sick, could it be that the wind on the river was strong and made you suffer from the wind cold, Mo Chuan, are you cold?" she was held by him, only to feel that the palms of his two hands were amazingly hot, and she became more and more worried.

How can it be cold?

He's dying of heat!

Mo Chuan held her hand tightly, her fingertips were cold, and it was very comfortable to touch, but this comfort was only a moment's work, her smooth skin and weak and boneless slender jade fingers made him feel even hotter.

"I'm not cold. He let go of her hand and took a sip after sip.

The cold wine went down to his stomach, temporarily extinguishing the fire in his body.

The breeze on the water surface blew, and the coolness brought him a burst of coolness and comfort.

Drink and listen to little songs!

What the hell is this!

Mo Chuan thought that his concentration was excellent, but just now he was so confused that he almost fell into the way.

He couldn't help but secretly rejoice that this was on a boat on the lake, if he really went to the Qinglou Restaurant and listened to such a glamorous song and drank wine, how many people would be able to hold it like him!

Hmph, if he knew that someone dared to propose that she go to the Qinglou to listen to music, he would have to cut off that person's head!

"Have you heard enough, do you want to listen?" he squinted at her, smiling rather than smiling.

He couldn't help but laugh when he saw her face getting redder and redder, and her eyes became misty.

Doesn't this girl understand?

Seeing that she is still noisy in the future, she is going to the Qinglou to drink flower wine and listen to small songs.