Xiling Qian was a little surprised, because Feng Zhimu had never let her drink before, saying that drinking hurt her body.

How to ...... today?

Turning to look at Feng Zhimu, who had already walked towards the door, the ghost messenger shouted "Zhimu!" ”

When she shouted this, even she was surprised!

She had never called him so intimately!

Feng Zhimu looked much calmer, he turned his head, and a smile on his face fascinated Hua Xilingqian's eyes.

"I'm just going to get the wine, you're waiting for me here!"

With that, his figure disappeared around the corner.

What Xiling Qian didn't see was that the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared, and it was full of pain and suffering.

God knows how much he loves Xilingqian, and for her, he can give his life.

However, it was never him who she loved!

Wind Mu took a deep breath and smiled.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you don't love him.

He loves enough!

Wind Mu quickened his pace and went to the wine cellar of the palace.

But after a while, he took several good altars of his daughter Hong, and went into the house.

As he passed by the kitchen, he ordered a few side dishes to be prepared.

The people of the palace, with quick hands and feet, sent a few delicate side dishes into the house in a moment.

Because of the rain, it made the palace, which was already relatively quiet, even more deserted.

The servants had no work, and almost all of them, except for a few who were on duty, had gone into their own huts.

The rain is approaching in winter, and it is exceptionally cold.

Afraid of Xilingqian's freezing wind, he closed all the windows until he closed the last one.

Xiling Qian stretched out her hand to him, "Wind Mu, leave one." I'm not as fragile as you think. ”

Feng Zhimu turned his head, saw that her little face was ruddy, and opened the window that had been closed again.

The cold air with rain blew in, but Xilingqian didn't feel a little cold.

The two sat opposite each other at the table, and Feng Zhimu poured a glass of wine for Xiling Qian.

Xiling Qian drank silently, and the originally spicy wine turned bitter in her mouth.

She couldn't help frowning.

Feng Zhimu glanced at her, and hurriedly picked up the chopsticks and picked up the side dishes and sent them to her mouth.

"You don't often get drunk, now the entrance must be extremely spicy, come, eat some food, it's not so spicy!"

Xiling Qian was stunned, and it took a long time to open her mouth to take the dish handed over by Feng Zhimu into it, and chew it slowly.

The original delicate and delicious side dishes, after entering the mouth, made her feel like chewing wax, and there was no taste at all.

Xiling Qian drank, she didn't speak, and Feng Zhimu looked at her quietly.

That affectionate gaze made Xiling Qian feel very hot, and it hurt her heart.

She couldn't help but mock herself in her heart, perhaps, this is God's punishment for her!

He was so good to himself, even she didn't know why this person wanted to spoil her the first time he saw her.

Since when they were not that old, Feng Zhimu just couldn't fight back and scolded her.

At that time, I hated this teenager like that.

And now......

This is damnation!

Xiling Qian took a breath and smiled brightly at Feng Zhimu.

"Wind Mu, I'm so bad to you, why don't you hate me!"

Feng Zhimu smiled lightly, and drank the wine in the cup, "Love is deep-rooted, how can I hate you." ”

For him, the most uncomfortable thing is not her hatred, but her ignorance of him.

He would rather be hated, murdered by her, even if it is sarcasm, he is willing to be satisfied.

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