At the banquet, Jiao Li endured the pain in his neck as he drank with everyone, his eyes always staring at Yan Buhuan, as if he wanted to tear her apart.
Yan Buhuan didn't dare to look at him all night, pretending not to know anything about it, drinking and making noise with others.
After the celebration banquet, Yan Buhuan was drunk.
Yan Que was originally going to send her back to the camp, but he saw Jiao Li walking slowly around the corner.
Yan Que very kindly pulled Yan Buhuan away from him and let her lean against the wall.
Just as Jiao Li was about to go over, he saw Yan Buhuan straighten up as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood, and waved to him enthusiastically: "Li - I'm here!" Her smile was lively, brilliant and bright as never before.
Exaggeration: "Come on...I'm going to fall."
He didn't say much. Judging from Yan Buhuan's expression, this man must be very drunk. Otherwise, why would he call him "leave"?
Her word 'leave' instantly shattered the suppressed fire in his heart. He originally wanted to settle a score with her, so he asked her why she knocked him out and ran to the battlefield. Although he was not injured, what if...
Obviously, he doesn't have to think about this now.
Jiao Li hugged the limp Yan Buhuan and strode towards his room.
I saw dumplings along the way and called out kindly, "Father, you are back."
Jiao Li didn't even dump him.
After returning to the room all the way, the door slammed shut and then locked...
This night, for Jiao Li, was like dry grass meeting the sweet rain. He used the most primitive way to burst out this long-suppressed passion.
It wasn't until the night faded and day came that Jiao Li finally woke up.
The first thing he did was to wake up Yan Buhuan who was still sleeping, and then help her put on clothes and shoes. He sent Yan Buhuan back to her room as quickly and efficiently as possible.
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The war is over, and it's time for everyone to return home.
Yan Hui gave Xuanyuan Mu a determined look. The meaning was clear. Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. You will be safe when you turn around.
Xuanyuan Mu did not refute.
On the way back, Yan Buhuan kept a distance from Xuanyuan Mu, but at night, the two began to flirt.
"You shameless thing... You took advantage of others' danger." Yan Buhuan brutally tortured Jiao Li in the carriage.
Jiao Li closed his eyes with a look of enjoyment on his face: "You were the one who pounced on me first, what can I do? And you didn't resist at the time."
"I'm drunk, can I resist? You're drunk, see if you can." Yan Buhuan looked like an enraged lioness.
Jiao Li said naturally: "I can definitely do it."
"Then you drink." Yan Buhuan slapped five jars of wine in front of him.
Jiao Li silently held it up and drank...
Then he got drunk.
Yan Buhuan pounced on him and said fiercely: "Resist. Resist..."
The drunken Jiao Li lay on the carriage cushions with his hands spread wide, looking at her with a smile: "I can't do that to you!"
Suddenly, he turned his waist and pressed Yan Buhuan hard underneath him.
This time, Yan Buhuan had nothing to say. Being pushed by a drunkard was her own fault.
This journey was painful and sweet for Yan Buhuan and Jiao Li. The sweet thing was that they could walk hand in hand openly, but the painful thing was that they couldn't do this kind of thing during the day.
They haven't thought about day and night for a long time.
