"Well... you can hold me tighter..." He gasped and let go, "This method seems to suit us very well."
She bit her lip slightly and said, "I'm hungry."
Yuwen Longxiang smiled, with loving eyes, and personally brought the vegetables to her, feeding her into her mouth every time.
After a meal, a few glasses of wine can make you a little tipsy.
She still wanted to continue, but Yuwen Longxiang had already pressed down her hand, "Don't be greedy."[
"Why not."
"I don't like to see you drinking too much." He slowly raised his hand and gently lifted her chin, "That's good."
"Why?"
"What why?"
She looked a little tired and shook her head slowly.
No longer caring about anything else, she gently rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, "All...all your actions are almost incomprehensible to me."
"Why do you think it is? Before you asked me, you already had an answer. I'm afraid it's not what you want, and you may not believe it if I tell you."
I don't know if it was a little tipsy feeling that caused some growing feelings to emerge quickly.
Murong Qingshuang took a deep breath, looked at him with her head slightly tilted, and held his head with both hands.
His eyes seemed to be sizing him up, but also looking at him, wanting to see him through.
"Are you worried about something?"
Something seemed to flash in his eyes, so fast that people thought he was being blinded.
In the blink of an eye, I saw his frivolous smile, "I'm worried about whether you can continue now..."
"It's not that you're worried. Why are you putting me under house arrest?" She looked at him with a hint of drunkenness, "Or you're afraid that I'll say something, or you're planning something now and you need to keep me here urgently..."
He looked at the show with a normal expression, "Go on, what else can you think of? Just tell me once."
"Is it because you are in this deep mountain...you really can't find women?" She rubbed her temples, "Aren't there just a few women who came in just now, and you don't like them?"
He seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and there seemed to be a deep meaning in his eyes, but he didn't show it at all. He just put his forehead close to hers and said, "Yes, I don't like them all."
"You have such high standards... Do you still want to hear what I have to say? This is my honor?"
He continued slowly, "Didn't I say that you are not without merit..."[
Murong Qingshuang laughed and laughed at herself: "It turns out that my advantage lies in bed... Thank you so much. Except for you, no one has ever praised me so much."
