"Zhao Jingze, there is not enough wine, continue to take it."

Ye Fu didn't raise his head, and when he heard the door opening, he thought it was Zhao Jingze who came in, and ordered in a cold tone.

He only had two bottles of strong beer left at hand.

He held the beer bottle in one hand, the mouth of the bottle against the edge of the coffee table in front of him, and with a slight force, the bottle cap opened with a pop.

Night Blowing lips touched the cold bottle mouth, and was about to raise his head and drink it all. Compared with the strong aroma of wine, the girlish atmosphere that is countless times lighter is like a poison that has long eaten away at the bones, spreading and attracting attention.

Xian Xian held the bottle and pressed it down, "Don't drink it." ”

He was so addicted to smoking and drinking at a young age, he really didn't take his life seriously.

Her eyes flashed with concern that she hadn't even noticed.

Night Blowing still took a sip of wine in his mouth, holding it, but not swallowing.

The spicy drink irritated his mouth and made him a little numb.

The nerves of the brain also become dull under the stimulation of alcohol.

He raised his eyes blankly and looked at the girl standing in front of him.

She wore pajamas, with long skirts, lace trims, and bear prints, which were the most intricate styles he hated.

But the dim light in the box hit her face, and the little face was white and dazzling, and her eyes were delicate.

Really.

What's so special about this girl, the more you look at it, the more you look at it, the more you like it.

Night blowing is in turmoil in his heart, and he spurns and loites himself like this.

He has never been in love, and he is still a little at a loss about it, and he feels that such a scene, the girl in front of him is his dream-like illusion.

He was drunk, went downstairs one moment to save her, and the next he came back and forgot about it.

"Night Fairy." He swallowed the wine in his mouth, drunk and hazy, and called her name in a hoarse voice.

Xianxian snorted, took the wine bottle and put it on the coffee table beside him.

The air is deadly quiet.

The bottom of the bottle makes a slight movement when it comes into contact with the coffee table.

It seems that there are only two of them left in the world.

In fact, the sound of the fairy is not clear in the night.

He squinted at the somewhat hazy figure in front of him, completely treating it as an ethereal dream.

"Why did you come to Lao Tzu?" He asked drunkenly.

Xian Xian thought, didn't Zhao Jingze call me over?

Of course, she can't answer like this, if she says so, the next second Night Blowing will be annoyed and turn her face and deny people.

She was wondering what to say.

Actually, I'm quite worried about you.

The worry is real.

Yabuki didn't even want to hear her answer.

He turned his head to stare in the other direction, only to show her a cold, drunken face, a wound on the brow bone, and golden studs.

He said: "We didn't have a good relationship before, I'm very annoyed with you, it's not good to be squeamish." ”

- But I don't bother you now, now you're a little too pleasing to the eye, can you not make me so pleasing to the eye, so that I can't control myself.

Night Blowing swallowed the words of the latter sentence back into his stomach.

Because, even if he thought that the appearance of the girl was his own delusion.

He also didn't want to be a humble suitor.

Other people's feelings are fascinating and haunting.

But his feelings, like cooking oil in a blazing fire, are grand and painfully anxious.

The details of the picture of Xianxian and Yeliang flashing back and forth in his mind were together, and his heart was like eating a yellow lotus, and the more he thought about it, the more bitter he became.

All his thoughts were just fleeting, and then, he wanted to ask, how good are you and my brother...... Do you like each other?

But he couldn't say anything like that, he just turned his head and stared at her viciously: "Lao Tzu is also annoying you now, you don't have a problem, what are you doing to provoke me!" ”

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