Gu Zhixia knew that Han Yue was drunk.

But I can't help but want to ask.

And the drunken boy didn't disappoint her.

The young man who was sober and restrained during the day, at this time, had the clearest eyes in Gu Zhixia's eyes.

He stared at Gu Zhixia, his voice was neither fierce nor irritable, gentle, like a gentle wind in the sun.

"Yes," he replied.

It seems that this answer is not appropriate enough.

Han Yue wrinkled his brows, and even added, "I like it very much"

Gu Zhixia's hand holding his clothes tightened uncontrollably at the moment when the boy's voice fell.

The soft and white face under the light spread a smile on the face little by little.

Her Ah Cheng, why is she so likeable?

I like it when I'm sober, and I like it when I'm drunk.

I love him to death.

Gu Zhixia lowered his head and endured a smile, as if he was holding a piece of sugar in his heart, and the sweet feeling seeped into his internal organs.

Han Yue likes girls to laugh, and right now, looking at the corners of Gu Zhixia's mouth that can't be suppressed, his eyes are bright, and he actually hooks his lips.

There was little movement on their part, and the group was still thinking about what questions to ask if someone was going to speak sincerely.

They were discussing loudly, and they didn't have time to pay attention to the two of them here.

But Zhao Lanxin could see it.

The jealousy in her heart almost made her eyes red.

Just after taking the bag out, it was her brother Zhao Miao who chased her out and asked her what happened.

After Zhao Lanxin cried and told Zhao Miao about the cause and effect, her brother didn't believe it.

Yes, how could he believe that a cold person like Han Yue, what method did Gu Zhixia use to confuse his soul?

Zhao Miao persuaded her for a long time.

But Zhao Lanxin's heart was still resentful.

Where is she inferior to Gu Zhixia?

Why can't Han Yue try to like her too?!

She lowered her head, only feeling full of pride, on this night, there was nothing left that had been crushed.

"Come on, come on, the game begins—"

"If you can't afford to play, give me a drink!"

Su Mu stood up very excitedly and put a wine bottle in the middle of the table, and the others were also interested, and sat up straight, curious about who would be unlucky to be the first one.

They were sitting around the table, and whoever the bottle was turning to, that person had to choose between truth or dare.

Gu Zhixia's attention was distracted by Han Yue just now, and now, when he heard Su Mu's shout, he hurriedly raised his head and carefully observed the current situation.

Han Yue was a little lacking in interest.

Seeing that the girl no longer looked at him, he suddenly felt a wave of sleepiness welling up, and he leaned back again, his eyebrows were full of tiredness, his thick eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and his eyes were lowered.

The fingertips gently hooked the hem of the girl's dress.

I'm afraid she'll leave.

"It's turned!" Su Mu spoke loudly, and then he buckled the bottle, and with a strong twist in his hand.

"Hum—"

The bottle rubbed against the glass on the table, making a slight noise.

Everyone held their breath and hung up their hearts.

After a few seconds, the speed of the bottle became slower and slower, and finally, the mouth of the bottle pointed accurately to the position where Lu Jin was!

"—"

The gray-blue haired young man cursed in a low voice, but then he wanted to Laipi, "That's not good, you didn't say that the mouth of the bottle is against the talent, start again!"

"Come on, you, can you have some luck!" Zhong Ye sneered next to him.

Yan Qiqi even directly smashed him with the orange peel he peeled, "It's a big adventure or the truth, hurry up and choose for me!"