Listening to the soft voice in his ears, Zhao Cheng leaned forward slightly and moved closer to Song Qing.

"Crashed?"

His voice was low and magnetic, perhaps because of the drink, and he was a little more lazy than usual.

It's too close.

This is what Song Qing thinks now.

Looking at the magnified face in front of him, Song Qing nervously grabbed a handful of wildflowers.

It was close, and Song Qing could feel his breathing.

That strong smell of wine, she was obviously uncomfortable, but at this moment, Song Qing actually felt that she wanted to taste it.

"You, you're too close to me."

Song Qing could obviously feel that his heart was beating fast now, and he was still very nervous.

Zhao Cheng raised his eyebrows and moved closer.

"Is it close?"

Seeing him approaching again, Song Qing reflexively leaned back, and his face quickly flushed.

Zhao Cheng raised his hand and gently brushed his fingers across Song Qing's cheeks.

"My face is so hot."

“……”

It's so close, it's not hot.

"Do you want to drink?"

Drink?

Where does Song Qing drink.

I was about to shake my head, but I felt my face pinched.

"Look up."

"What?"

Song Qing was a little suspicious. It always felt like something was wrong.

Zhao Cheng poked his finger at Song Qing's cheek and whispered.

"Open your mouth."

There was no doubt about the domineering in that low voice.

Song raised his eyes and glanced at him, and opened his mouth obediently.

Zhao Cheng's fingers lifted Song Qing's chin, and the wine jar in his hand approached Song Qing's lips and poured a little wine directly into her mouth.

When the wine was entered, Song Qing swallowed it subconsciously, and Song Qing, who was choked by the fishy and spicy taste in an instant, coughed straight, and tears came out.

"Ahem—"

"It's so spicy—"

It really choked her.

Zhao Cheng looked at Song Qing quietly for a while, and then whispered.

"Squeamish!"

Song rolled his eyes.

"I don't drink again."

Listening to Song Qing's words, Zhao Cheng didn't say anything, just reached out and gently touched her head. Continue drinking afterwards.

He didn't drink fast, and the whole person seemed very quiet.

Slowly the night fell, and the day passed in a blink of an eye. At this time, there was no wine left except the broken jars of wine all over the ground. And Zhao Cheng also managed to get himself drunk.

Looking at the broken wine jars all over the ground, Song Qing approached Zhao Cheng and asked.

"Well, are you okay?"

"Do you feel anything wrong?"

Zhao Cheng raised his eyes and glanced at Song Qing, and said in a low voice, "I'm dizzy." ”

“……”

After drinking so much, isn't it normal not to faint?

"You've drunk too much."

Song said softly, turned over and got up from the ground.

"Now that it's dark and you've finished drinking, are you going back?"

"Where?"

As he spoke, Zhao Cheng had already taken Song Qing's hand and lowered his voice. "You want to leave me, don't you?"

Zhao Cheng's hand was very strong, and Song bared his teeth lightly.

"Smack, you should light, hand, let go of some."

This hand strength hurt her to death.

Zhao Cheng did not relax, and his deep eyes looked straight at Song Qing.

"You'll be gone, too."

"What?"

Song Qing looked down at Zhao Cheng, a little unsure of what he was talking about.

Zhao Cheng continued to look at Song and asked in a deep voice, "Will you leave from me?" ”

"Huh? Leave, where can I go if I leave? ”

I crossed over here by accident, and I couldn't walk even if I wanted to! And where can I go without him? The main thing is that she really doesn't seem to want to leave him so far.

"I didn't want to leave, sizzle, you let go of your hand first, it hurts to death."

Hearing her cry out in pain, Zhao Cheng subconsciously let go of his hand. He lowered his head and looked at Song Qing's wrist, and then lowered his head and kissed it lightly.

"Good."

Who am I and where am I?

It's that I didn't wake up, or the third master had convulsions.