Ruan Huai clearly saw the mockery in his eyes, endured the physical fear of the cold and penetrated the muscles and bones of his body, bit his lips and teeth, and stared at Gu Yutang with red eyes, before he burst into a hoarse voice like a broken can: "Gu Yutang...... You have the ability to let me drink. ”

Gu Yutang raised his phoenix eyes slightly, and asked gently, "Do you want to drink?" ”

Ruan Huai was still staring at him, the last spark in his pupils was gradually dimming, but he was still desperately stirring it up, trying to rekindle it.

In fact, Gu Yutang poured a full cup, lifted her chin, and poured a whole glass of wine to her not very gently.

At the end, Ruan Huai's small throat couldn't stand it, he coughed more violently, and physiological tears burst out of the corners of his eyes.

Gu Yutang took back the cup, finished sipping the last bit of wine at the bottom of the cup, lowered his head and asked her, "Do you still want to drink?" ”

Ruan Huai shook his head vigorously, exhaling and inhaling with difficulty while coughing.

Like a dying fish.

It's so embarrassing.

The black clothes were cold and cold, brushing from Ruan Huai's palm.

It is clearly a very smooth and flat high-grade ice silk, rubbing it against the palm of his hand, but it brings Ruan Huai a clear and clear sharpness.

It was as if the garment was an invisible blade, cutting the lines of her palms inch by inch.

Ruan Huai subconsciously curled up his little hands.

The scent of wine oozes through the lips of the purs.

Slimy, the smell that made her very uncomfortable.

Gu Yutang looked at her quietly for a long time, reached out and touched the tears that slipped down the side of her face, Ruan Huai reacted greatly, turned his face away, and stared at him fiercely with red eyes.

A pair of peach blossom eyes are so beautiful, and there is a very distressing mist.

Gu Yutang looked at it for a while, hooked the corners of his lips and said, "Ruan Huai, don't pretend to be innocent." ”

Gu Yutang leaned down, his fingers lightly touched her scattered black hair, hooked a small lock of hair, and slowly curled it between his fingers.

While playing with her hair, he said softly, "But don't worry, I don't have much interest in you right now." ”

Gu Yutang played for a while, his fingertips paused, and gradually increased his strength, his eyes changed to yin and cold, and he said softly: "Who made you sick again in Lingjiang." ”

Ruan Huai was stimulated by his words one after another.

His face was pale, and he looked at him very coldly, his lips opened slightly, and he dismissed it like a-for-tat: "It's not as good as Your Majesty's singing night and night, and the women you see are one after another." ”

Gu Yutang didn't feel ashamed, but hooked his lips and smiled, and his warm and slender hand gently patted her little face, and said, "Don't be sentimental, as if I am angry with you." Ruan Huai, you don't have that much ability. ”

Ruan Huai said coldly in a hoarse voice: "Don't touch me." ”

"Yes." Gu Yutang didn't seem to be angry, he agreed to her softly, really withdrew his hand, got up and left.

Ruan Huai stared at the black figure with a long body and lazy steps leaving the inner hall, slowly losing its focus and lowering his eyes.

She felt cold, but her limbs were locked, and Gu Yutang didn't even leave her a quilt.

Ruan Huai turned her face sideways, her narrow face sunk into the pillow, her throat seemed to be rolled by a charcoal fire, and she clearly heard her own short breathing, almost faint throat.

Ruan Huai closed his eyes, the tips of his eyes were still very red, and his long eyelashes hung down softly.

Because her clothes were not properly dressed, her exposed skin was trembling, and it was so cold that she could only curl up.

Sleep with the cold chill and strong alcohol in this bed.