Quan Shaohuang raised his hand to the corner of his lips, ran his tongue across the back of his hand, and looked up at her with a half-smile.
"Be careful not to fall on yourself!" He looked at her sideways and said suddenly.
Pour it on yourself? What do you mean?
Shu Jingrong's brain suddenly felt a little short-circuited. She looked at him with doubtful eyes and watched him drink the wine on the back of his hand. At that moment, she seemed to understand something.
"rogue!"
She muttered a few words silently, but she really didn't expect that this guy was getting more and more shameless now, even using such code words.
Shu Jingrong just sat down next to him. Looking at the glances cast by people from all over the field from time to time, she could only pretend that she didn't see them.
After a while, people around her started talking and laughing, but they did not continue to stare at her.
Shu Jingrong lowered his head slightly and asked softly: "Why are you here? You are not healing in Yaowang Valley. Did Master come with you?"
A person who always has a huge crisis in his body is still running around like this. She really feels that this guy is dying, especially if he comes to Xichu.
Quan Shaohuang's expression was vaguely soft: "Nizi, are you worried about me now? We haven't seen each other for so long, and I'm afraid you'll go out and mess around. Oh! It's not easy to worry."
"Playing with women? This is not suitable for me. I think it attracts bees and butterflies. Mr. Quan is better at attracting bees and butterflies. Look at those little girls with affectionate eyes!"
Shu Jingrong was very clear about the charm of Quan Shaohuang, the evildoer. The glances that glanced at him from time to time on the field said everything.
"Are you jealous?"
Quan Shaohuang put down the luminous cup in his hand, and his hand under the table quietly grasped Shu Jingrong's little hand.
Shu Jingrong was startled, feeling the heat coming from the other person's fingertips, as if she had never noticed, when did his fingers become so cold?
Is it also because the spiritual power in the body is unstable?
Her eyes suddenly became more thoughtful, and Shu Jingrong wanted to pull her fingers back, but was grabbed by the other party.
"I have all the wine you poured in my hands. How can I be sticky just by myself? We should share the joys and sorrows together. You can also try the sticky feeling." Quan Shaohuang suddenly raised his eyebrows and said coolly.
The big hand completely wrapped around the small hand and grasped the small hand in the palm. The strange sticky feeling of the wine immediately came over.
Shu Jingrong frowned and glanced at her with a look of disgust, "Master Quan, do you want to be like this?"
"We share the blessings. If there are difficulties, just take care of them yourself. I won't fight with you!" Shu Jingrong twisted his palm and took the opportunity to take out her hand.
After she finished speaking, she directly took the jug and poured herself a glass of wine, then drank it all in one gulp.
She raised her eyebrows at him: "I still like to drink wine. By the way, I don't like sourness, so I don't get jealous easily."
Quan Shaohuang half-squinted his eyes and glanced at the luminous cup in her hand with a half-smile: "You are so anxious to drink my cup, be careful not to pour it out."
"Ahem! Ahem!"
Shu Jingrong had not finished a sip of wine when she heard his cool words and started to choke and cough.
"Alas!" Quan Shaohuang took the luminous cup from her hand, filled a cup himself and brought it to his lips. The corners of his lips near the rim of the cup unconsciously raised, "Look, you are so excited!!"
