It wasn't until the young man's back disappeared around the corner that Song Yi withdrew his gaze and looked down at Zhou Ran in his arms, looking at her white and red cheeks, his brows furrowed even tighter, he knew that she was so bad at drinking, he shouldn't have let her get a drop of wine.

"Zhou Ran, do you know who I am?" Song Yi pulled her away slightly, and his tone was serious. He heard what she said, and when he thought that she would recognize the wrong person when she was drunk, he couldn't help but be a little angry and worried.

Hearing this, Zhou Ran raised his head and looked at him carefully for a few seconds, then took two steps back and left his palm, and said with a light smile, "You are Song Yi, I won't fail to recognize you." ”

"It's good to recognize it, just the amount of wine you pour in these three glasses, don't drink in the future." The empty palm made Song Yi's eyes dim for a moment, and he lowered his hand and regained his consistent and unbeatable smile.

"Giggle...... I'm not drunk, nay, I'll show you in a straight line. Zhou Ran looked at him and giggled twice, then turned around and walked forward with his back to him.

Her undisciplined steps were still a little swaying, and Song Yi followed behind her step by step, paying attention with her eyes.

The tall man's calm face was mixed with imperceptible nervousness, for fear that she would accidentally fall again.

When the two returned to the box and Zhou Ran sat on the chair, Song Yi breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the soup spoon at hand, and filled a bowl of sour plum soup on the table.

"Drink some of this, it will be more comfortable." He stretched out his long arm and put the sour plum soup in his hand in front of her.

The plum soup in the white porcelain bowl also exudes a faint heat, which looks more complementary against the backdrop of the bowl wall, and the light red liquid is very beautiful.

Zhou Ran put his hand on the table, held his forehead and glanced down, looking at him hesitantly, "Sweet or sour?" ”

"Sweet and sour, it tastes good." Yang Xiaohuan, who was sitting next to her, couldn't help but laugh quietly when she saw her confused look, and took the initiative to sit next to her and explain.

Zhou Ran let out an "oh", picked up the spoon and took a sip, hmm...... The taste is not bad. It's really sweet and sour, but this taste is still not addictive, I always feel that something is missing?

Thinking of the fishy and sweet smell in his memory, he felt that the blood in his body was a little tumbling, and the uncontrollable excitement made Zhou Ran couldn't help but stretch out his tongue and lick the corners of his mouth, sure enough, it is still more suitable for the taste of blood, such a light taste can't satisfy me......

A bowl of sour plum soup quickly bottomed out, looking at someone's unfinished smacking mouth, Song Yi shook her head funny, she looked like a drunk cat now, huh...... Drunken.

"By the way, why are you two the only ones back? What about Tao Feiyu? Didn't she send Zhou Ran to the bathroom? Where did you go now? Yang Xiaowan looked at Song Yi strangely and asked.

Even Song Yi looked at Zhou Ran, who was holding a spoon and preparing to serve another bowl to himself.

"Huh? Miss Tao? Halfway through just now, I suddenly said that I was not feeling well, so I went back to rest. ”

Zhou Ran kept moving in his hands while continuing the things in his hands, his face bent the corners of his mouth as usual, and he was distracted to answer her questions. Yes, it's really uncomfortable, hallucinogens plus aphrodisiacs with strong aphrodisiacs, how can the itching and unbearable feeling of thousands of ants crawling on the body? It must be as hot as being in a sea of fire.