Let people see that both men and women will be fascinated by his appearance.

A slightly tight-fitting black dress shows off his perfect body, and his flaxen-colored hair is staggeringly beautiful.

He was supposed to be free and happy to live every day, but why did he meet him?

Why is the damn heart going to follow ****.

Tonight he just wants to tell himself that in fact, without him, he can do it, in fact, without him, he can also like hahaha!!

Can it really be?

If he really can, in his mind, what is in front of him, who can tell him.

He tore open his robe, revealing his strong chest, and hugged him left and right: "Come, drink with me." ”

He was just going to tell that person, to tell himself, that everything he had about him was just an illusion, just an illusion, an illusion.

Thinking about these things and people that made him distressed, he drank another glass of wine, hugged the woman next to him, and shouted with some drunkenness.

"You have to serve the uncle and me well today, and if you serve well, the master will reward you a lot." The smell of rouge around him was obviously so smoked that he was almost dizzy, but he still didn't let go, and still wanted that proof.

The wine glass was empty, and the girl on the side wanted to pour wine for him, but she was frightened by his sudden gloomy eyes and froze in place.

He staggered to his feet, tried to walk to the table, put down the wine glass in his hand, and walked unsteadily towards the bed.

He wanted to prove it, to prove that he could do without him, but he didn't know that he had already lost his way when he was drunk.

Perhaps, what he lost was his own heart.

The two women in the room did not dare to speak, and told him that he had gone in the wrong direction, because before he came, the lord had commanded them not to speak, or they would not be given a tael of silver.

The two girls didn't want to serve, but this man was so handsome that whether it was a man or a woman, they would be impressed by his beauty.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it......" he said as he walked in a voice that only he could hear.

It's like you're telling yourself, as if you're cheering yourself up.

Because of the strength of the wine, his feet were unstable, and he, who had always been strong in martial arts, actually fell, and Zou Mei, who was dissatisfied, fell to the ground.

At this moment, the door opened, and a pair of feet and a pair of delicate black boots appeared in front of him.

"Eh?" He looked at the feet and put on his black boots with his big hand: "How can a woman have such big feet?" ”

He frowned, helped the person in front of him, and slowly got up, because he drank too much wine and couldn't get up, so he fell directly to the ground again, and saw that the feet beside him were still standing in front of him, and continued to pull the clothes of the owner of the feet, and slowly stood up.

"Huh?" He hiccuped, and with the strength of the body beside him, he looked at the person who had just walked in: "Hehe!! ”

He leaned into the handsome face in front of him that he loved and hated, and smiled dryly.

"Hehehe, look, how can I see you everywhere, I dream of you when I'm asleep, I'm awake and thinking about you, hehe. Now drunk ...... can see you, you say. ”

A little excited, he grabbed the clothes on the chest of the visitor, and continued: "You say, how can I leave you behind, how can I not think about you, do you know how much I want to leave?" But. Saying this, he simply hugged the visitor tightly, and the corners of his eyes gradually moistened.