The young man snorted, and the tail note was sticky, like a kitten waking up in the afternoon meowing softly.

Jiang Yu noticed that there was a slight difference.

Then, the boy leaning on her shoulder began to rub her neck socket indiscriminately, and hot breath came from the tip of his nose, with a burning temperature.

Jiang Yu shouted at him, "Su Wu." ”

“…… Well? ”

It was only after a few seconds that the young man leaning on her shoulder answered in a slow voice.

The little young master raised his head, his fair face was already dyed crimson at this moment, his eyebrows and eyes were soothing, the tails of his eyes were slightly red, and he was full of spring water, like a pool of water, which made people's hearts ripple.

The thin red lips are moisturized by soda and glow with a dewy sheen.

The white lips and teeth opened slightly, panting slightly, low, and very light.

As if it caused dryness, the little master unconsciously stretched out the tip of his tongue and slid shallowly over his lips, and the graceful arc of the Adam's apple rolled up and down.

The sickly snow-white fingertips unconsciously rubbed against his neck, inadvertently pulling the round collar open, revealing the snow-white straight collarbone and the shoulder line that was propped up.

Jiang Yu looked at him like this and thought of the soda he had just drunk.

Reach out and take a look.

Pineapple soda ...... No, it's pineapple-flavored beer.

2% alcohol content.

A tiny amount.

Jiang Yu glanced at Su Wu strangely, can this also be drunk?

She pushed away and was about to lean on her own Su Wu, and refused in a cold voice: "I don't welcome drunkards." ”

Does she remember that the guy only took a sip?

A glass is not poured, and one sip is drunk.

Is the same for Chuyu's drinking?

Jiang Yu thought about it and found that she didn't have the slightest picture of Chu Yu drinking in her memory.

That's right, how could the Heavenly Dao Lord, who is high up in the sky and cold and self-controlled, touch wine.

It's that she thinks too much.

It's just that I didn't expect Chu Yu's fragments to be so bad, and I don't know how much he himself drinks.

I'd love to try it.

But I probably won't have that chance.

The little young master who was pushed away by the girl, the pitch-black pupils looked at her, and he unconsciously pursed his thin lips.

Although he didn't speak, his careful movements revealed the little young master's sad and aggrieved emotions.

He seemed to be stunned for a few moments.

As if she didn't understand why Jiang Yu pushed him away.

After a long time, the little young master raised his snow-white long finger and pitifully held the corner of her clothes.

The timbre moistened by the wine is moist and good, and there is a grievance.

"No, drunk."

When Jiang Yu heard this, she turned her head sideways and raised her eyebrows to sweep him playfully, teasing him: "Drunk people don't admit that they are drunk." ”

The little young master frowned, his pretty little face was a little serious, and he replied seriously: "Ah Wu, no, touch the wine." So, no, get drunk! ”

I took the initiative to break the sentence when I spoke, and I said that I was not drunk.

He sat cross-legged beside the girl, his back was straight, his black hair slightly covered his eyebrows, and the little young master's lips were lightly pursed, and the lip line was soft and straight, revealing a serious and serious feeling.

This real appearance, obedient and soft on weekdays, how can it be half like it.

Jiang Yu teased him, stretched out a slender finger, and shook it in front of the little master.

Her voice was lazy: "Then tell me, how much is this?" ”

As she spoke, the girl held out another finger.

The straight young master sitting in front of him lowered his long eyelashes, and his dark pupils looked at the girl in front of him seriously without blinking.