"How did Helian Jiuge catch you?" Feng Feili asked quietly, slowly reaching behind her, touching her sleeve, and then grabbed a small corner without letting go.
Qiongying did not avoid it and said: "He didn't catch me, he just found me. How could I be caught."
Feng Feili's heart suddenly became clear, her heart was throbbing, and she gently tugged on her sleeve: "Does this count as catching you?"
"It doesn't matter, I let you." Qiongying didn't move, as if waiting for him to turn around.
Hearing this, he raised his lips and smiled. If she hadn't given in, no one would have been able to catch her. She didn't give in to Helian Jiuge, she would have given in to him.
"Then you have to let me go next time, otherwise, I won't be able to find you." He turned around and grabbed her sleeve with another hand.
He looked at her, very close, right in front of his eyes. Feng Feili lost consciousness for a moment, his eyes were very bright, like clear springs, flowing with sparkling light and making ripples.
He didn't expect to be so close and could smell the faint aroma of wine. Her breath and appearance were so clear that he could almost touch the tip of her nose.
"I can't let you go in vain." Qiongying leaned forward again, his deep phoenix eyes seemed to be stained with a layer of mist, hazy and mysterious, and said half-jokingly.
"Then what do you want to do?" Feng Feili's mind flashed. She looked so beautiful, her eyes were focused and blurred, and she seemed drunk but not drunk. Could it be that she was drunk?
"I won't embarrass you, but why are you still grabbing my sleeve?" Qiongying looked at his hand and asked jokingly.
"...I'm afraid you'll hide again." Feng Feili managed to say it out, her fingers loosening and tightening, as if she was wondering whether to let go.
"I told you I won't embarrass you, don't worry." Qiong Ying said with some humor.
Feng Feili was stunned. She was so strange tonight. She must be drunk. His mind turned over and over again. After hesitating for a long time, he asked blankly: "Qiongying, what do you think of me?"
He thought that she would tell the truth after drinking. Or maybe he would ask this question because he drank wine and it would strengthen his courage.
Qiongying was confused for a moment, then looked at him intently and said: "You are very good, I don't like the way you frown."
As he spoke, Qiongying stretched out his hand and gently brushed his eyebrows, as if to brush away the melancholy between his eyebrows.
Feng Feili was stunned. Her fingertips were slightly cold. They had never been in such close contact. He couldn't help but feel ecstatic.
She had always been very nice to him, but she was only polite, and it was purely a gentleman's friendship, as light as water.
So he never dared to express his feelings. Perhaps, he couldn't express his feelings clearly and didn't know what to express.
He recalled that when he first met her, she was the most mysterious and noble girl in the world. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he always followed her little figure unconsciously.
He wanted to bring the best things in the world to her, hoping to make her smile.
After the separation, when he didn't see her, he would miss her involuntarily. She made him understand missing, caring and loneliness.
Until they met again at Ling Yunzhi Dian, he thought that she was the only one he treasured in his heart in this life.
"Qiongying, are you drunk?" His forehead felt a little warm, and he could clearly feel... her cool fingertips gently brushing against him, and at the same time, it also touched his heart.
"No, I've never been drunk." Qiongying took back her hand. She didn't know what it felt like to be drunk. I heard that she was not sober and could talk nonsense.
But she was always sober and knew exactly what she was talking about.