After Man'er and Qiluo were stunned for a while, they sighed in submission and hurriedly came over to help move it away. He jumped up, and Yuan Qingling was already standing in front of him with her bare feet on the ground.
With long hair hanging down, a plain loose robe covering his pot-bellied body, and his bare feet slightly apart, he suddenly appeared in front of Yu Wenhao like a bulky penguin.
Yu Wenhao slapped himself on the head, looked at her intently, blinked, and murmured: "Oh my God, I really drank too much tonight."
Yuan Qingling sighed and reached out to help him, "Being able to drink is a skill, isn't it? Are you going to die?"
Yu Wenhao looked at the slender fingers on his arm, and then at Yuan Qingling's pale and clean face. The light and shadow kept beating and spinning in front of his eyes. He murmured and followed Yuan Qingling to the bedside, and suddenly looked back.
Looking at Man'er and Qiluo, "Can you see her?"
Man'er and Qiluo were fed up with this drunkard's stupidity and said in unison: "Master, we are not blind!"
Yuan Qingling's wrist was suddenly held by his iron-like fingers. Her vision went dark, and she was pressed into his arms. The solid chest hit her nose, causing her to shed tears in pain.
It didn't matter, he strangled him tightly without letting go at all. She couldn't even breathe, and even her stomach hurt. Drunk people are very strong and their brains are still slow. She could only beat him hard on the back.
Back struggles.
Yu Wenhao's rationality and nerves, which had been anesthetized by alcohol, finally came back. Holding her, he had a sense of reality. The emptiness in his heart these days was suddenly filled.
His lips fell on her ears, hair, and forehead. They were hot and tearful, and he whimpered, "If you don't wake up, I will go crazy."
Yuan Qingling grabbed his hair and pulled hard. Finally, there was a gap for him to take a deep breath. He gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't let go, I will be suffocated to death by you."
Yu Wenhao was startled for a moment, and immediately let go of his hand. Looking at Yuan Qingling's red face and gasping for air, he realized that he had used a lot of strength just now in excitement. He felt distressed and guilty at the same time. He hurriedly apologized and stroked
Yuan Qingling's back helped her calm down, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was so excited when I saw you wake up."
"Didn't Lao Jiu tell you that I woke up?" Yuan Qing felt the pain in her chest disappear and looked at him with wide eyes. Really, this man is very romantic. She thought she would be in a coma after he went to war.
The first time we met, we must have been filled with deep love and affection. I didn't expect that I almost died in his hands.
Yu Wenhao tilted his head. No wonder Lao Jiu kept yelling at him tonight, but there was a huge crowd of people drinking and drinking. Who knows what he was yelling about? Wouldn't he come over to chat privately?
His face suddenly turned stern, and he was so angry that he cursed, "Old Jiu knew this earlier? Why didn't he tell me? This guy is ungrateful. If I knew earlier, why would I still drink? I will definitely come back soon."
Tang Yang happened to come in with the sobering soup. He heard him swearing loudly and coherently, and said: "Master, it seems that you don't need to drink this sobering soup. You are all sober."
He put the sobering soup on the table, raised his hand and said, "Girls, let's retreat, there is no need to wait here."
Qiluo and Maner covered their mouths, smiled, and followed Tang Yang out, closing the door considerately.
Yu Wenhao squatted down in front of Yuan Qingling and looked at her quietly. He was mostly awake from the wine, and his head was still a little dizzy. His soul might not be in his body, at least part of it was floating in the air, because he still had too many problems.
Realism, everything is dreamlike.
He pressed her hands to his face. Her hands were very warm and pressed against his cold face. He felt sour in his heart, "Are you really awake?"
Yuan Qingling looked at him with gentle eyes, gently caressing his face with her fingers, wiping away the moisture from the corners of his eyes without any trace. Her separation lasted nearly half a year before he left for the war.
This man has become the bond between her heart and soul, and he is domineeringly rooted in her heart.
His lips fell on his beautiful eyes, his eyelashes trembled, he raised his head slightly and moved his lips along the cheek to gently bite her chin, and said: "The only thing that makes me happy during this separation is,