Ning Yue crouched behind the rockery, feeling a little heartbroken. That guy had never been a big drinker, but now that they were reunited, he felt like he had become a different person.
He loves to drink, he has become impetuous, and he has become indifferent.
A pot of wine was poured, and someone came up behind him, "Yue'er..." He turned around in surprise, saw Yan'er, and lowered his head in disappointment.
"Brother Chongjian..."
Yan'er approached him and took the wine bottle from his hand.
"Brother Chongjian, you drank too much. Stop drinking. Too much alcohol will harm your health."
Yan'er said, putting the wine pot aside. In fact, the wine had already entered Chongjian's intestines and turned into strong lovesickness and sadness.
Chongjian felt dizzy, and his drunkenness made him see the smoke in front of him turning into the face of Ning Yue.
"Yue'er..." he whispered
Ning Yue was not far away, but she couldn't hear clearly what he was saying. She could only see him suddenly pulling Yan'er into his arms and kissing Yan'er fiercely.
After struggling for a few times, Yan'er successfully wrapped her arms around his neck and took the initiative to let him kiss her deeply.
The man's gasping and the woman's low moan made Ningyue's heart slam to the ground, completely broken.
He really likes Yan'er, right?
Ningyue shook her head in disbelief. No matter what, the relationship between Chongjian and her for more than ten years was not as good as the relationship with a strange woman?
"Princess, he's drunk," Ziyou couldn't bear Ningyue's despair and said in a low voice.
Ningyue sneered, drunk?
He was so sober just now and was looking for something. How could he be drunk?
Ningyue's eyes turned red and her nose felt sore. She shook her head and kept backing away, tears bursting out on the spot.
She ran towards the other way, and the other spiritualists saw this and quickly followed her.
Under the miserable moonlight, Ningyue ran to the guest room and cried loudly by the window.
Zi You stood quietly behind her, looking at Ning Yue with heartache.
How cruel it is to let a little girl as innocent as snow watch the man she loves passionately kissing another woman.
Ziyou walked over and saw the snow-white sycamore flower under the moonlight, with its bright red stamens shining with a strange light.
He gently stretched out his hands and hugged Ningyue