"This is your bedroom?" Jing Ge scanned the layout of the room, and finally locked his eyes on the cherry blossom bonsai in the center of the bedroom, next to the white jade pillar.

No wonder there is always a faint scent of cherry blossoms on her body, and it seems that she loves this flower very much.

"yes, this is my bedroom." During the conversation, Xia Chanwu walked to the window and opened the floor-to-ceiling curtains, so that the sunlight outside the window could shine in without reservation.

"How is it, is our Yangshi housing far worse than your castle in the heavenly dome?" She turned to Jing Ge.

"No, it won't. The houses of the Yang world all give people a very warm feeling, which is incomparable to the castle of the heavenly dome and the civilian living area of the underworld. As he spoke, Jing Ge moved to the sofa and sat down.

The woman was bathed in the sun like that, charming and moving, Jing Ge looked at it, and gradually became a little distracted.

"Really? I think so too. Hearing him say this, Xia Chan Wu felt that it made sense.

Although the sky is more beautiful than a fairyland, if a person always lives alone, he will inevitably be too lonely.

It seems that it is still a good house in the yang world, every house represents a family, everyone is harmonious, loves each other, is happy together, enjoys joy, anger and sorrow, this is the greatest happiness.

Thinking like this, a bad idea suddenly popped up in a girl's head, and she planned to implement it.

She walked straight to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of 93 Lehua from it, and shook it in front of Jing Ge: "Do you want some?" ”

"Huh?" Hearing this, Jing Ge suddenly came back to his senses, and saw the liquid in Xia Chanwu's hand, showing a garnet red color.

He knew that it was called red wine, and there were many bottles in the heavenly dome where he was, but he had never tasted it.

"It's called red wine, and it's a good thing." I'm afraid he won't understand, a certain girl specially explained. She took the wine to Jing Ge and sat down, opened it neatly and poured a glass and handed it to him, holding back a smile in her heart, but her face still looked serious: "Try it, I guarantee that when you finish drinking, you won't forget its taste." ”

After drinking, what Miss Ben wants to know, is she still ready to catch it? Huh-huh......

"Is this really that good?" Jing Ge looked at the wine glass handed by Xia Chanwu suspiciously, a little hesitant.

Because too many things in the Yang world are contaminated, it will affect his cultivation, so he never wants to touch these things.

In fact, the reason why Xia Cicada Dance saw in the sky was that the things related to modernization were all arranged by Jing Ge before this, in order to make her feel like she was in the yang world.

But this time in front of her, can he still say no?

"Of course, I don't believe you try." Seeing him grinding and chirping, Xia Chanwu simply took Jing Ge's hand and stuffed the wine glass directly to him, and then poured himself another glass, and made a crisp collision with him: "Come, cheers." ”

Seeing that Xia Cicada Dance drank it all in one go, Jing Ge couldn't shirk it anymore, so he raised his head and drank the wine in his cup.

"How's that, how's that?" Seeing this, a certain girl hurried to Jing Ge and flashed a pair of big eyes: "I didn't lie to you, right, isn't it delicious?" ”

"Well, it's okay." Jing Ge frowned slightly, the spicy alcohol mixed with the original mellow aroma of red wine, still flowing freely between his lips and teeth.

"Really, if it's delicious, I'll have another drink." A certain girl said unceremoniously and refilled Jing Ge's cup.

"Okay, let's have another drink." ………

Time passed minute by minute, the bedroom was already full of wine, Jing Ge was a cup after cup of belly, the more he drank, the more he realized the wonderfulness of it, and the summer cicada dance was naturally stealing fun, and he couldn't hide the joy.

Soon, the bottle of red wine was at the bottom.

As soon as a certain girl saw that the time was up, she began to talk from Jing Ge's mouth.

"Jingge?"

"Huh?"

"Do you know who I am?"

"You know, you're a cicada dancer."

"Do you know who you are?"

"I know, I am the eldest son of Emperor Fengdu, the son of Emperor Yin of Hades."

"Well, that's good. Then let me ask you again, do you know where you are? ”

"Yes, I'm at your house right now."

"I ask you, how do you feel now?"

"I ......" At this time, Jing Ge's face was already flushed and his eyes were drunk, he lay down on the sofa weakly, clenched his fists and rubbed his temples: "What's wrong with me, my head hurts so much." ”

"You're drunk." During the conversation, a certain girl still had a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Drunk?" Hearing this, Jing Ge picked up: "I'm drunk, why is it so uncomfortable?" But soon, he collapsed on the couch because he couldn't hold it anymore.

"It's normal, it's gone in a while, it's fine." Seeing Jing Ge's uncomfortable appearance, Xia Chan Wu suddenly felt that she couldn't get up.

After all, doing something like this that deliberately harms others is still quite unworthy of one's conscience.

Therefore, it is better to solve it quickly.

"Jing Ge, can you hear me now?" Xia Cicada Dance took a step forward and leaned in his ear tentatively.

"Well, you can hear me, you can say it."

"I want to know, what did you and my dad talk about in the study, can you tell me?" God forbid, you must tell the truth, otherwise it will be in vain for half a day.

"We're talking about you." Jing Ge turned his head to the side and faced the woman who was close at hand.

"Talk about me?" Enthusiastic masculine pity, heavy breath sprayed on the face, Xia Chan Dance instinctively stepped back: "Then what are you talking about me?" ”

"Your father asked me what kind of person you were in my eyes?"

Without waiting for Xia Chanwu to respond, Jing Ge asked and replied to himself: "I tell him, you are a very special woman, a person who looks weak on the outside, but has a strong heart of compassion for all beings, but sometimes, it seems so fragile, so fragile that people can't help but want to protect you and pity you." ”