. The first person oh Qin Han Moyu quietly ran into Qingfeng Ju every night, standing by the window and secretly looking at Fu Changyu's figure, his heart was like a deer. Han Moyu obviously wanted to see Fu Changyu, but he didn't know why he didn't dare to look at him directly, or even dare to approach him. She just like that, standing outside for a long time.

The moon rose and hung high in the blue sky like a jewel, casting a faint silver-white glow on the ground. It was as if a layer of mist had floated all around, hazy and beautiful. The wind was blowing, Fu Changyu seemed to feel cold, and walked towards the window, Han Moyu hurriedly hid behind the wall, holding his breath and concentrating. Fu Changyu stretched out his hand and pulled down the bamboo curtain, turned around and stood against the table, still holding a booklet in his hand, looking intently, as if thoughtful. The long black shadow fell on the window paper, looking so slender and beautiful, Han Moyu's heart thumped. Han Moyu cautiously stretched out his hand, wanting to caress the black shadow. A heart, but it seems to burst out of the chest.

"Who?" Fu Changyu asked as if he heard a noise outside the door. Han Moyu was startled, and hurriedly ran away. And Fu Changyu, who chased out the door, saw Han Moyu's panicked back, which flashed and disappeared behind the arch. He was stunned, frowned slightly, and turned to enter the house again. What does that kid think?

"Bring the wine! I want to drink!" Han Moyu rushed all the way back to the house, and before he could breathe a sigh, he shouted angrily at the maidservant. The maidservant hurriedly agreed and withdrew. After a while, Xue Ling'er came, holding a small pot of wine and asked with a smile, "What's the matter? Who provoked our young master Hanmoyu?"

Han Moyu was silent, grabbed the wine glass and drank it, but was choked by the spicy taste and coughed. That hot moment passed through her intestines, making her feel a burning slight pain. Is this wine? It makes people get drunk and forget all their troubles.

"Young Master, is there anything unhappy?" Xue Ling'er poured a small glass of wine for her, and said with a smile: "That's it, I can't drink it anymore." Don't be in a hurry, drink slowly, I won't grab this cup from you. She smirked. The thick mellow wine, but like a clear spring, is crystal clear, in the light jade-colored jade cup looks extraordinarily pure, exuding a strong aroma.

"Don't worry about it!" Han Moyu said angrily, "You guys get out! Get out of here! I want to be alone for a while!" Han Moyu drank for the first time, choking on tears, but she had a nameless fire in her heart, and the evil energy came up, and she had to get herself drunk. After a few cups, she only felt a hot pain in her stomach, and she was drunk. She angrily unleashed a nameless fire at the maidservants, and frightened everyone to retreat quickly.

"Young Master Moyu, what's wrong with you?" Xue Ling'er asked gently, while reaching out to hold Han Moyu's hand holding the wine jug, and persuaded: "Young Master Moyu, you really can't drink anymore!"

"You go out too!What, do you want to be scolded?" Han Moyu frowned and snatched the wine jug from Xue Ling'er's hand, and poured a few more glasses of wine, only to feel a dizziness, but the anger in his heart still had nowhere to vent. She pushed down the fruit bowl and teacup on the table, only to hear a loud crackling sound. Xue Ling'er had never seen Han Moyu so annoyed, and hurriedly retreated.

"His Royal Highness Changyu!" Xue Ling'er, who was about to exit the door, suddenly saw Fu Changyu who stepped on the door, and shouted as if he had been savior.

Fu Changyu glanced at the mess in the house, and said lightly: "Go down, I am here." Xue Ling'er retired with interest, arranged for someone to make juice for sobering, and ordered Dong Nu'er to guard outside the door. Fu Changyu stepped on the fragments under his feet, walked to the table, and reached out to pick up the peony and phoenix pattern wine jug on the table. In the flask, there was not a drop of wine left. At this time, Han Moyu was lying on the table in a daze, falling asleep, making a slight muttering sound, like a lazy kitten.

Fu Changyu gently picked up Han Moyu, put it on the bed, pulled the quilt and covered it, and sat on the edge of the bed looking at the drunk child. And at this moment, Han Moyu's face flushed from drunkenness looked particularly delicate. The anger of that body was also dissipated because of this alcohol, and it became gentle and charming. What kind of troubles does that child have? Why do you drink so much wine? Fu Changyu stared at such cold words, stretched out his hand, and stroked her smooth cheeks dotingly, his gaze becoming softer and softer.

Fu Changyu looked at Han Moyu for a long time, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth; he tucked the quilt for Han Moyu again, and looked away from Han Moyu's sleeping face reluctantly, wanting to get up and leave; Han Moyu reached out and grabbed it

's wrist, dead and stubborn.

Fu Changyu lowered his head, and what was facing him was Han Moyu's soul-soothing eyes, but at this time, he became confused because of drunkenness. Fu Changyu's heart was pounding, he felt that he was about to lose his breath, he blushed, turned his head and said, "Hurry up and go to sleep, it's not early." Don't toss anymore, I have to go. He turned around to leave, but Han Moyu held on to him.

"What's wrong?" Fu Changyu panicked in his heart, he hidden, smiled, and put a habitual expression on his face. He didn't dare to look at Han Moyu's soul-soothing eyes at this moment, for fear that he wouldn't be able to control it.

The drunk Han Moyu was looking straight at Fu Changyu with a pair of affectionate eyes, as if he wanted to rub him into his eyes; "I want to be with you, like this......" Han Moyu showed an intoxicating smile, reached out to wrap his arms around Fu Changyu's neck, leaned over and kissed Han Changyu's face with pink lips, while tearing open his own clothes, revealing his fair and delicate neck.

Fu Chang was unexpectedly kissed by her, but his unfazed face turned red at the moment. "Do you want to seduce me?" he took a deep breath to stabilize his mind before smiling and pinching Han Moyu's nose; How much alcohol did you drink?"

The sweet smell of wine in Han Moyu's mouth came to his nose. A peach-like beautiful face, at the moment, is even more beautiful, as holy and noble as a hibiscus out of the water, but like a bewitching poppy, with a variety of charms. The front chest has just begun to develop, slightly bulging, like a budding bud. Fu Changyu was stunned, just staring at such a cold ink language in a daze, and lost his mind for a while. He suddenly felt a little distressed, and stretched out his hand to pull up Han Moyu's clothes. The movements are gentle and affectionate.

And Han Moyu felt like he was in a raging river, desperately trying to grasp the straw that saved his life. Even if you spurn it, even if you dislike it, even if you ...... I don't even care...... I've been hiding it for too long, too hard, and I just want you to know how I'm feeling......