The night wind blows from afar, carrying the aroma of meat, which seems to cause a slight numb pain in the bone marrow, as if all the vitality is condensed.
Dugu Xiao suddenly laughed, smiling like a cunning fox, showing his white teeth happily, and then in Lin Qingran's big bright eyes, he made an incredible move, threw the piece of meat away, opened his mouth wide, and took it
Come down.
Lin Qingran: Brother, you are the emperor of Dongming now, please pay attention to your image, okay?
At this moment, he looked very much like the former Mr. Xu who was always worried.
The taste of highland barley wine is really not good for people who are not good at drinking. Lin Qingran opened his mouth, breathed, and kept lifting it with his hands, as if this could dispel the spicy smell in his mouth.
Looking at Lin Qingran, who was obviously not good at drinking, but pretended to be heroic, and ended up in such an embarrassing situation, the smile in Duguxiao's eyes grew stronger: "Eat a piece of mutton, go and make it spicy!"
Lin Qingran thought so and hurriedly picked up the chopsticks to eat the meat. Seeing that it was not cold, Dugu Xiao put it in her mouth and hurriedly warned: "Be careful of it being hot!"
After all, it was a step too late. As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Qingran heard an "ouch" sound, and it was obvious that his mouth had been burned.
Dugu Xiao looked over and saw that his lips were red. It was obviously nothing serious. The red lips dripping with blood made his mouth dry. He looked away uncomfortably and softly uttered two words: "You deserve it!"
Although her lips were burned, Granny Li not only made good highland barley wine, but the hot pot also tasted very good. Of course, in Lin Qingran's eyes, Granny Li's hot pot should be more delicious than highland barley wine.
The two of them sat there, feeling a little uninterested at first, but gradually the taste came out, and the large pot of mutton was finished by the two of them while chatting and eating.
Lin Qingran, still not satisfied, took her chopsticks and fished at the bottom of the pot, like a greedy cat putting the last piece of mutton into her belly, and then sighed with satisfaction: "I'm so full!"
"You said you're so good at eating, why didn't you become fat?" Dugu Xiao took out his handkerchief, wiped his lips, and said with a smile.
Lin Qingran rolled her eyes at him: "I am naturally beautiful, no matter how much I eat, I will never gain weight." She looked Duguxiao up and down, and said maliciously: "But you, you better be careful! Don't worry about getting too fat.
Destroy your dragon couch."
Her expression was vivid and her voice was playful. Duguxiao looked at her and felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart. She finally smiled, not a superficial smile floating on the surface of the water, but gurgling from the deep surface. It was not in vain.
He gave a hard performance.
Just now I stood in the crowd and looked at her. Although I was in a busy city, my whole body was filled with loneliness. Even those bright and clear eyes had lost their former splendor and seemed to be shrouded in a heavy fog, giving off a dim light.
He knew that she was thinking about that man, the man who was shrouded in countless brilliance. Even though he was standing in the supreme position of Dongming at this moment, he was still full of envy and jealousy.
Duguxiao stopped talking and looked at her quietly, looking at her smile, so intently and intently, as if he wanted to carve her face into his mind.
With such focused eyes, such expressive eyes, and such strong attention, Lin Qingran's smile gradually condensed, and after a while, it suddenly came to an end, and she could no longer smile. Her usual glib words also prevented her from speaking, and she could only bite.
Lips pressed, head lowered.
Silence, suffocating silence.
"Sister, I'll give you the title of Princess Zhaohua!"
Duguxiao finally picked up the wine glass and brought it to his lips, and uttered a sentence seemingly casually, breaking the strange silence.