Junci still admired Hong Zhao's serious expression, and couldn't help but raise his long, thick eyebrows.
"How's it going? Did you find anything?"
Of course, Hong Zhao didn't see the narrow smile of the man above his head. Instead, he stretched out his thumb and slightly approached the scarred wound, and the cool touch shook his heart.
"Well... compared to before, the wound is indeed much smaller, and the healing situation is very good. However, after all, it has not completely grown. Senior brother, it is better not to be anxious, otherwise haste will make waste."
"Um."
Junci responded calmly, which made Hongzhao raise his eyes slightly in surprise. But he didn't want to see the hot breath mingling with each other in the deep black eyes of the other party. Along with the accelerated heart rate, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly rose.
"Hong Zhao..."
Moved by emotion, he stretched out his hands to caress her cheeks. His hot eyes were filled with a little hope, hoping to get some clues from her expression. Unexpectedly, Hong Zhao pursed his thin lips and his eyes turned downcast.
Holding his hands, the calm voice rose and fell without a trace.
"Big brother!"
The clear and deliberate voice instantly pulled the trapped man back. The moment his mind came back, Junji's expression changed unpredictably.
"I know, I will pay attention."
"Although this place is suitable for you to recuperate, after all, some things cannot be provided. Therefore, I will bring you some of your favorite pastries, wine and dishes. You are the injured after all, so it is better to drink less wine."
Seeing the woman beside him talking and taking out the things in the basket, Junci walked over and sat down.
"The wine is already in front of us, how can there be any reason not to drink it? What's more, it's a rare occasion for junior sister to come here, so I must have a drink with junior sister."
"This wine is strong. One glass is enough to make you feel better."
Hong Zhao raised the corners of his lips, stared at the man's face, and said meaningfully.
"I'm wondering if this is Senior Brother's deliberate "revenge"?"
"Do you think Senior Brother is such a fussy person?"
Junji was neither annoyed nor angry, but instead held his chest in a show of dejection.
"Sigh... It's so heartbreaking to say that."
"Senior Brother, please don't act like a good boy when you get an advantage. Don't you know what kind of alcoholic I am?"
Hong Zhao's eyebrows rose, and after setting the table, she suddenly held her arms close to her chest and looked down at him.
"Senior Brother, please don't tell me that you have forgotten that I don't drink a glass of wine and I don't like drinking. Sometimes, I wonder, there are countless fine wines in the world, and the alcohol content of each one is different. Why does Senior Brother prefer to be alone?
I love this most powerful wine, but I turn a blind eye to other wines, and I don’t necessarily taste them. Could it be...is this the taste that is unique to senior brother?”
"You don't mean what you say on the surface. What do you want to say?"
Junci smiled, poured himself a glass with his own hands, and drank it with his head raised.
"I'm afraid those who drink and have fun with Senior Brother should be really careful. If you get bypassed and get your way, you will be at the mercy of others afterwards."
"Okay...so you are wary of this!"
Junci raised his hand and pointed at the woman in front of him, giving her an angry look.
"Just like when I was a child, don't be unkind, but you are very cunning. What? Are you afraid that when you get drunk, I will have ill intentions towards you?"
"Hong Zhao wouldn't dare, and I don't think the senior brother would do that."
The woman slightly curled her lips and sat down next to him with a light movement. She took the wine can and poured it into the cup. The water gurgled, sweet and fragrant.