Xiao Xiang glanced at the debater, and at the same time turned his gaze to the can of turquoise juice.

Xiao Xiang didn't drink a lot of juice, but the jar of juice in front of him made Xiao Xiang very curious. It is green all over, exuding a faint sweet fragrance, and in Xiao Xiang's impression, there is no fruit juice that is such a color.

It's so weird.

"Taste it, this is called wishful fruit." Fang Yiai was full of smiles and enthusiastically recommended. The little guy behind him poured a small cup each for Xiao Xiang and the debate machine at his signal, and then stepped aside.

Xiao Xiang saw that he didn't pour Fang Yiai, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and asked, "Why don't you pour a cup?" ”

Fang Yiai was still smiling and looked as usual: "This juice is extremely precious, I have already used it at my friend's place, and I can only give you such a small cup, and I will treasure the rest." ”

What he said was reasonable, but it was inevitably a little childish, which did not match his heroic appearance at all. Xiao Xiang always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it, so he had to hide his doubts in his heart.

As soon as the juice is poured, it exudes a rich aroma.

The aroma instantly penetrates from every pore of the body, and the sweet fragrance soaks people. Thinking that he didn't dare to come to this house, and there was no reason to kill himself, Xiao Xiang let go of his doubts and took a small sip.

When you drink the juice in your mouth, it is slightly sweet and sour, like an apple, but when you taste it carefully, it doesn't look like it, as if it were grapes. The flavor changed seven or eight times in an instant, and it seemed to be dozens of fruits mixed together, layer by layer, but I really hadn't drunk it. If it weren't for the fact that this juice only had one color, Xiao Xiang would really think that this was the base tail wine.

As soon as she drank it like this, she was embarrassed not to drink it, so she had to bow her head and drink it.

This juice tastes very good, Xiao Xiang took a sip, and couldn't wait to drink the whole cup. She smiled and looked at her empty cup, and then looked at Fang Yiai: "I didn't expect this thing to be so delicious, pour another glass." ”

She was half in a commanding tone, and she didn't want the eyes of the widow to smile to squint into a slit, but she categorically refused: "This wishful juice is extremely precious, I have been begging for three years to get such a small bottle, the princess and the Zen master have already drunk a glass each, and the widow can never give it to you again!" He said it categorically, and waved his hand, signaling the little guy to go quickly.

Xiao Xiang was almost shocked that he didn't drop his eyeballs, there was such a person??? He would rather offend the most favored princess of Datang for a mere bottle of juice?

It was incredible.

And Fang Yiai is like this, and she also brushed her face in front of the debate. Could it be that Fang Yi's love was deliberately made for the debate machine? All kinds of conjectures surged in my heart for a while, and I held it in my chest in one breath, and it was uncomfortable.

She raised her eyes to look at the debate, but saw that he didn't react at all, and her heart was even more depressed, so she immediately got up: "The palace is a little sleepy, Zen master should rest early." Come and send the Zen master back to the room. After she finished speaking, she didn't look at the expressions of the two, turned around and left.

"Zen master, hurry back to your room, the weather is getting cooler." There was the voice of Fang Yuai's love behind him, and Xiao Xiang's heart was depressed again, he cared so much about the debate...... Could it be that the debater is really his bosom lover?

She was even more angry and quickened her pace.

After returning to the room, Xi Xi served her to freshen up and go to sleep, and then withdrew.

It's been a long-standing habit for her, and she doesn't like to be served by someone. At this time, the lights in the room were turned off, it was dark, the moonlight was not good, and it was even more gloomy when it shone in, and the pale pink curtain shook slightly, like mist.

Maybe because of her previous thoughts, she tossed and turned, and she couldn't sleep.

Her body wrapped in the quilt was a little sweaty, and a stuffy heat rose from the bottom of her heart, she frowned and pushed the quilt off her body. Sweaty skin came out of the warm bedding and came into contact with the cold air, and the heat immediately dropped slightly. But the good times didn't last long, and in less than five minutes, the inexplicable heat was even worse, fine beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead, and his body was faintly red.

The body is getting hotter and hotter, and it seems that I can't breathe. She half opened her mouth, and breathed greedily, but to no avail. It was as if someone had lit a fire in my heart, and the fire gradually spread along the limbs. A lot of sweat also oozed from her palms, and it was wet and uncomfortable.

The skin of the whole body slowly turns pink, like a ripe peach, and there is a fine layer of fluff on the light pink. Some places are stained with sweat, but they are crystal clear and look very attractive.

What's going on?

She bit her lip with difficulty, trying to sort out her state, but found that her brain seemed to be a mess, and she couldn't think of anything at all, and she couldn't sort out anything.

I'm afraid I'm caught a cold.

She opened her mouth to summon Xi Xi, but her voice came out of her throat, but it was unusually bewitching: "Uh...... Hmm......" The flame in her heart exploded like thunder at this moment, and it seemed that every cell was shouting, longing for something.

The door rattled slightly, and in the dimness, she saw only a figure staggering in the doorway, as if someone had pushed it in forcefully. The man fell to the ground and staggered in, seeming to grope his way inside.

Xiao Xiang tried hard to open his eyes and look, only to feel that the figure was very familiar, and it was not until he walked up to Xiao Xiang that Xiao Xiang saw that this person was a debater at all.

What would he do in his room?

didn't have time to think about it, but found that the debate machine was red-eyed, and he didn't care about anything, and reached out to caress her body.

She had taken off all her middle clothes because of the fever before, and at this moment she was almost defenseless, only a long hair was scattered in front of her to block Chunguang.

Unfortunately, the long hair couldn't block the slightest bit of the debate, and with a flick of his big hand, the long hair slid behind her like satin. Xiao Xiang knew in his heart that this was wrong, but his body had no intention of resisting. Where his palm touched, the heat quickly receded, leaving only a cool place.

She only heard the defense machine sigh, and the whole person was attached to her body. She was no longer able to think about anything, and only danced and moaned to the movements of the debater.

The moonlight gradually dimmed, and it seemed that he was embarrassed to look at it again, and only the voices of Xiao Xiang and the debate machine were heard in the room, slowly undulating. I don't know how long it took for the moon to poke its head out again, quietly spreading its light in every corner of Chang'an City.

It's getting dark.

Xiao Xiang woke up from his sleep, only to feel extremely sore, as if he had experienced a big war. She slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze fell on her slender waist: a pair of big hands were holding her waist, clasping them tightly, as if she was afraid of her escape.

Everything from last night came back to her mind bit by bit.