Mu Xueyi didn't answer, just poured a glass of wine, which was close to her wine glass, but didn't touch it, and then drank it all.

Xie Ling also drank it all, and laughed heartily: "The owner of the village has a good amount of wine!" ”

As he spoke, he filled another glass of wine, and Mu Xueyi's was also full.

As if she had thought of something, she said, "What's the point of drinking like this, why don't we drink it one by one?" ”

"Yes."

Mu Xueyi did not refuse.

Then, someone carried a jar of spirits up, and a jar looked like a dozen catties.

Mu Xueyi lifted the lid, put it to her lips, raised her head and drank, not a drop overflowed, all fell into her mouth.

When she had finished drinking, she set the jar aside, her expression unchanged, as if she had not drunk at all.

"Here, another altar!"

Xie Ling was already a little drunk, and then she had a few lower stomachs, she burped and fell straight to the ground.

Mu Xueyi opened another jar and drank a lot of wine, but she was still expressionless, not even drunk.

I wanted to continue drinking, but I was held by one hand over the wine jar, and a cold voice sounded: "Drink less, hurt your body." ”

"Why don't you help me drink?"

Mu Xueyi didn't know if she was drunk or not, her lips were hooked up, her eyelids drooped slightly, and she couldn't see her emotions clearly.

Luo Yuchen was silent for a few seconds, and then slowly spoke: "I can't drink too much." ”

Mu Xueyi didn't say anything, just took back the jar of wine and prepared to drink it again, but he took it away again.

The wine was very strong, and at the moment when the wine slipped down his throat, Luo Yuchen frowned, but still drank it until he finished the whole jar.

He moved his steps slightly, looked at Mu Xueyi, and said softly, "Rest early." ”

Listening to the tone, it is still faint, no different from usual.

Mu Xue responded, and when he passed by him, he fell directly to the ground.

She stretched out her hand to wrap her arms around him, and seeing that he seemed to be asleep, Mu Xueyi could only pick up the person horizontally, and then walked outside step by step.

She could only send him to the courtyard where she lived in Yuexiazhai.

"Put me down."

Luo Yuchen's voice sounded, his voice was cold, but he was a little drunk.

Woke up so soon?

Mu Xue raised her eyebrows slightly and put the person down.

Luo Yuchen was drunk because he was drunk, his cold face was flushed with a hint of crimson, and he didn't know why, so he hugged her like this.

He didn't move, resting his head on her shoulder.

"Let go."

Mu Xueyi lifted the corners of her lips, she didn't know that Luo Yuchen was so badly drunk, let alone that he was drunk.

Luo Yuchen didn't seem to hear it, but he hugged it tighter, he seemed to think for a while, and slowly let go of her.

"I'm sleepy."

"Hmm."

Mu Xue responded, and her narrow peach blossom eyes looked at him like this, without any extra movements.

"I'm sleepy."

Luo Yuchen repeated it again, this time Mu Xueyi didn't speak directly, and even looked away.

Seeing this, he frowned, stepped forward, and hugged her again.

"You carry me to sleep."

Mu Xueyi: "......"

She was speechless, and then said, "If you don't let go, how can I hug me?" ”

And, didn't he ask her to let him go in the first place?

If it was sober Luo Yuchen, it would not be possible to do this...... Ask her to carry him to bed.

Mu Xue thought about it so far, the expression on his face was no different from that of the sober Luo Yuchen, but his words and deeds were very different.

“……”

Luo Yuchen thought about it seriously, as if this was indeed the case, so he let go of Mu Xueyi.

Mu Xueyi was helpless, picked up the person again, entered the room, glanced at the bed, and then put him on it, but he held Mu Xueyi and refused to move.

A pair of cold eyes stared at her like this, as if they wanted to engrave her into their minds.

Mu Xueyi took his hand away, and then wanted to go out, the courtyard was very large, more than one room.

But Luo Yuchen took her hand, and he had a lot of strength.

Mu Xueyi didn't like to make contact with people, and her voice became even colder: "Let go." ”

Hearing the change in her tone, Luo Yuchen's hand was slightly loose, but she still didn't let go, her hand was very cold, not so much cold, but cold.

Luo Yuchen put her other hand on it as well, as if she wanted to warm her hand, but her hand was still cold.

He twisted his eyebrows, pressed his face again, and the cold touch hit him.

Mu Xueyi withdrew her hand, paused, and looked at him again, it turned out that he was asleep again.

So she was about to leave, and her hand was grabbed again, wrist to be exact.

This time, I can't break free.

Mu Xueyi raised her left hand and rubbed her eyebrows, she felt that it was an unwise decision for her to give him a drink.

Immediately, she lowered her eyes and looked at the hand that grabbed her wrist, and his hand was also beautiful, slender and fair, with distinct bones.

Mu Xueyi simply sat on the edge of the bed, closed her eyes, and then began to use her internal force to cultivate the Ice Technique.

The chill on her body more than doubled compared to usual, and the items around her even formed a thin layer of frost.

Luo Yuchen's hand held her wrist, and naturally felt it, even if he was just holding it through his sleeve.

He frowned unconsciously, but still didn't let go of her hand.

He was holding her wrist, probably because he had just seen that Mu Xueyi didn't like to be touched, so he changed it to her wrist and separated it from her sleeve.

Mu Xueyi cultivated until late at night, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Luo Yuchen who was sleeping, she stopped practicing, and the cold dissipated a lot.

He still held her wrist and didn't let go, even though he was asleep now.

The bed was very large, so Mu Xueyi lay down, and the two were only a little apart, at least they didn't touch each other, and her right hand that was grabbed was placed in the middle.

That's all it takes for one night.

Mu Xueyi frowned and tugged at her hands, but it was still useless.

At the end of the night, the sun rises over the horizon and the light shines through the window.

Luo Yuchen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a while, he slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was a perfect and impeccable face.

The eyebrows are as slender as ink, the narrow and bewitching peach blossom eyes are closed at the moment, the bridge of the nose is high, the breathing is even, and the blood-colored lips are perfectly curved, slightly pursed, without curvature.

She slept on her side, and at the moment she was still in the same white clothes as last night, with thousands of green silks scattered behind her back, which was not messy.

He not only has a god-like face, but also charms people's souls like demons, and looks like a god.

Luo Yuchen's cold eyes flashed with panic, and he almost instantly withdrew his hand that grabbed her wrist and moved it back a little.

Seeing that he and her clothes were in good condition, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Xueyi also opened her eyes at this moment, she also withdrew her somewhat sore hand, sat up, and then twisted her wrist.

Because Luo Yuchen held too hard last night, her wrist already had a circle of red marks.