When Chi Yao returned to the tavern again, the dark room was not lit by candlelight, she gently pushed open the door, the sound of squeaking echoed in the room shrouded in darkness, she felt the cold room, and pursed her lips slightly.

She was about to light the extinguished candle when she accidentally touched a cold object on the side, she covered her mouth to scream, tried to keep her voice low, and endured the fear of gently touching it again.

She rubbed her talent, and with the help of the moonlight outside the window, she could barely see that it was Song Xun sitting there, with her hands lazily on the table, looking at her with an evil face.

The lit candle illuminates the world in the dark night, and dyes the people in front of them with a soft light.

Chi Yao sat next to him, looking at him with a hesitant expression, looking at his slightly narrowed eyes, and the hesitant words stopped at his lips.

Feeling the stay of Chi Yao's gaze, Song Xuan opened her eyes and looked at her movements indifferently, with a slight indifference and coolness in her eyes.

Chi Yao gently climbed on his sleeve and tugged tightly, lowering his head and not daring to look at him, like a child who had made a mistake, wanting to ask for forgiveness but not knowing where to start.

Song Xun looked at her for a long time, and his heart became colder and colder with the passage of time, he moved, wanting to pull back his sleeve, but found that she was still holding on tightly and refused to let go.

"Let it go!"

The indifference and alienation in her voice made Chi Yao's lowered eyes red, she shook her head gently, and said with a hint of choking and crying: "Song Xuan~"

The girl's sweet voice and elongated tail note made Song Wei stunned in place, and he forgot for a moment that he wanted to pull back his sleeves.

"I was wrong, forgive me~"

The slightly swaying sleeves and the sweetness of the coquettish family with her daughter made Song Xun, who had never heard her like this, a little stunned for a while, and her heart was like eating honey, and a warmth surged from her heart, making his just stiff heart beat again.

Seeing him silent, and his excessively cold eyes made his elegance even more indifferent.

Chi Yao gritted her teeth, her heart was horizontal, a pair of soft wattles gently pressed against his face, and with a strong hand, he faced her with his perfectly carved face.

Chi Yao tidied up her sitting posture, knelt in front of him with her feet, and slowly stepped forward.

Under the flickering candlelight, Song Wei looked at the people who were approaching in front of him, looking forward to the next move.

Chi Yao subconsciously covered his eyes with one hand, and Song Xuan, who had lost his vision, didn't know why, at that moment, his sense of hearing and touch became extraordinarily sensitive.

She gently pressed against Song Xuan's thin and cool lips, rubbing back and forth with green and unskilled skills, and then gently licked his closed lips with tentative movements, she thought that this step could represent her to ask for forgiveness, but she didn't expect Song Xuan to not open at all.

On the contrary, Song Xuan still closed his lips tightly, and Chi Yao simply took the hand covering his eyes, held his face with both hands, and kissed gently.

Song Xuan opened his eyes and looked at her, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes, which made Chi Yao couldn't help but be annoyed and angry, biting his lip fiercely, and didn't let go until he felt the smell of blood in his mouth.

He snorted, wiped the blood from his lips with his fingers, rubbed it slightly on his hand, and then applied it to his mouth again, the bright red blood stained his lips red, giving him a gorgeous color.

(End of chapter)