Zhu Xingchun tilted his head and looked at it, following his example, and drinking cleanly according to his appearance.

Then, she was choked by this spicy momentum, as if after meeting in her mouth, it became a packet of burning fire.

Zhu Xingchun has always been healthy, and he has never been greedy for a cup, and he rarely drinks such a strong wine, but now the wine is rising, and his cheeks seem to be coated with a very heavy rouge, and he is pale in several other places than smelling the burnt smell.

The commotion was violent, but the jacaranda was frightened, patted her back in a panic, and said as she spoke, inevitably with a bit of reproach in her tone: "Miss, are you okay?" It's said that the strength of the wine is easy to get up......"

Li Fuchao stood up a little helplessly, and felt that the matter of persuading alcohol was very inauthentic.

But now looking at her uncomfortable appearance, he is not close, and it is not appropriate for him to leave.

Faced with a dilemma, Zhu Xingchun raised his head sharply and grabbed his wrist.

Li Fuchao was stunned, if you want to say that she is dizzy, instinctively prompting her to hold a passer-by casually to support her body, so as not to fall down and fall, he can also understand.

But I can hold it, but Zhu Xingchun's strength is quite big, and he can directly pull off the two gold buttons sewn on his cuffs, with half-torn threads on them.

…… The jacaranda looked at Zhu Xingchun, and then at his clothes with missing buttons, and was suspiciously silent for a long time.

Immediately, she went to hold Xingchun's tightly clenched fist, and whispered softly, like coaxing a child to sleep: "Miss, this is someone else's object, so I will return it to others." Go back and wash your face first, get a good night's sleep, isn't it just a glittering gadget, let's buy as many as we want! ”

Zhu Xingchun turned his head to look at her, his red lips were closed one by one, and he didn't know what he was talking about, but his eyes were getting more and more misty. Immediately after, he laughed out loud for no reason.

Li Fuchao only glanced at it and looked away.

What else is this to judge, obviously drunk and delirious, it is difficult to say whether you can recognize people or not.

However, if he remembered correctly, she had only one drink......

Obviously, you can't drink it, and you have to learn from others to borrow wine to drown your sorrows. Li Fuchao sighed, and the words "big food addiction" came to mind.

It seems to be a strange definition.

He turned his gaze back and looked at the little jacaranda whose eyebrows seemed to be able to kill a fly.

is obviously worried about how to send Zhu Xingchun back.

"Well, do you want to help?" He was indirectly drunk, Li Fuchao didn't care about it, but he was embarrassed to take the initiative to ask to be too close to the woman.

It was a special situation in the fire field that was life-threatening, and after they came out, the two of them tacitly agreed not to mention it.

But now it's different, what if when you wake up and wake up, you can't wait to find a pit and bury yourself?

He just imagined the scene, and he was so frightened that his breath stagnated, so he had to weakly raise a hand.

It is obviously impossible for a child with a jacaranda on his shoulder to carry Zhu Xingchun, who is already drunk and confused, back.

After all, no one passes by here, and there are little two people in the inn and under the shopkeeper, all of whom have a good relationship with them, and they will not ruin the reputation of the young lady with too much talk...... The jacaranda hesitated for a moment before making a decision.

She stroked the hem of her skirt, smoothed out the folds that were pressed out by Zhu Xingchun, and reluctantly squeezed out a stiff smile to Li Fuchao, and said in a tentative tone: "Then, will it trouble Li Gongzi?" ”

Li Fuchao was allowed and bowed slightly.

He motioned for the jacaranda to put Zhu Xingchun down and half-leaned against a large stone.

Exhaled a few more breaths into his palm, gently lifted Zhu Xingchun's jaw, and fiddled left and right on the crimson face, looking for an angle.

The jacaranda tilted her head unbearably.

Zhu Xingchun is not noisy when he is drunk, but a quiet person like her is more likely to indulge in a virtual sleep when he is drunk. In this way, the weight of the whole person will be pressed on the other person.

Li Fuchao thought that if she could still be sober a little, she would be able to relax and feel more down-to-earth.

He won't admit it, in fact, there is a trace of bad taste floating in his heart.

"Sister Xingchun...... Wake up spring, wake up? ”

Anyway, she was asleep and couldn't really hear it, Li Fuchao fearlessly slapped the back of his hand on both sides of her cheeks, and then called her name without hesitation.

Zhu Xingchun immediately opened his eyes and looked at him with a frowning brow and some unhappiness. Although her expression did not fluctuate much, her slightly trembling lips and the sound of some chaotic breathing all told Li Fuchao that she was reacting.

In her eyes, a red dress wrapped in the increasingly hazy sunlight, Zhu Xingchun couldn't see it really, and alcohol paralyzed her mind. But there was a voice in her heart telling her that the person in front of her could be trusted.

In that case......

"You help me loosen my bun, the beads and broken hair are messy, and it hurts."

She spread her arms and uttered the first words of her drunken life. Even if it is a commanding tone, the tone is soft, which makes people angry.

The woman's body resembles the end of her words, and it becomes very light. Those slender hands, lining her face, were plump and ruddy.

Li Fuchao's scalp was a little numb, and he grabbed her wrist and flipped it down to make sure she didn't feel offended, and didn't flap her hands and feet anymore, before he looked at the head she was pointing at, and suddenly understood.

There were many people before, and the jacaranda could only have time to wipe the dust off her face for Zhu Xingchun, without a vanity mirror, and the hair that was meticulously coiled before going out obviously could not be restored. I had to have a strand of broken hair in the east and a hairpin in the west, and my head shook with a clang.

And Zhu Xingchun doesn't care too much about this, on the contrary, only the more pitiful and embarrassed she is, can she maximize the pity of everyone for this experience.

Although she doesn't really want to create an image of a weak and helpless woman, the world is like this.

Fang Cai Zhu Xingchun said that it was a little painful, absolutely not, at most, it was so heavy that it was sore on his neck.

Li Fuchao never thought that the woman's hair could be so long and thick, and he didn't dare to exert himself, for fear of hurting her. He had to patiently raise the hairpin, little by little, around the crossed hair, this situation was much more focused than when he was reading ancient books and practicing sword books.

After this experience, he sighed as relieved.

There was no hair comb, and under the premise of difficult conditions, he untied the strap on Zhu Xingchun's wrist sleeves, wrapped a green silk loosely, and tied a beautiful knot at the end.

It's just that when Li Fuchao lowered his head to tie her hair, his high ponytail was difficult to control.

Following his action of lifting and putting down, a strand of hair hung down to his shoulder, and then dragged along the line of his arm to the side of Zhu Xingchun's neck.

Her hair was tied to her skin, and it was a little itchy......

Zhu Xingchun subconsciously stretched out his hand and scratched it twice.

But the appearance of two tufts of hair entangled in one place was too eye-catching, making Li Fuchao a little hot behind his ears.