Hearing his voice, Zhongyuan suddenly came to his senses, and his face, which was already slightly red due to drinking, suddenly became even redder.

"I, I knocked on the door..." He quickly explained to himself, and even stuttered.

"Is that true? But I didn't hear it."

Quan turned around. In the Central Plains, he also found that a touch of bright red was painted on the end of his eyes.

On weekdays, the spring is always plain and the clothes you wear are relatively simple. If you just stand there quietly, it will give people the feeling of a lotus flower coming out of water.

But now when he makes this colorful dress, the first thing that comes to mind is the passionate double-petaled rose.

Zhongyuan also saw him turn around, as if he was touched by electricity, and quickly lowered his head, avoiding Quan's sight.

"Big, probably...there is a reason why the sound insulation is better..."

Wait a moment!

Why didn't he dare to look at that little bastard?!

"Eh? Is that right?" Quan stretched out his tone meaninglessly, and walked towards the Central Plains standing still in place.

I don’t know if it was forgotten or intentional, but Quan didn’t wear his foot bag and stepped on the floor barefoot, silently and gracefully, step by step like a cat.

What followed was a faint, wonderful fragrance.

It can't be described in the Central Plains what it tastes, but I just think... it smells so good.

Quan quickly walked to him, turned around in the same place, and asked, "Is it good?"

"Yeah, um..." He looked up quickly, then lowered his head again.

Quan Wuwei: "You are going to stand like this for one night?"

As he said that, he went to hold the hand that was also hanging beside Zhongyuan.

Before he touched the other party's hand, Zhongyuan Zhong held his hand in the opposing position.

"Why is it suddenly..."

"It's not suddenly." Quan hugged him, leaned his head on his shoulder, and looked at him sideways, "I was wearing it for you to see."

Zhongyuan also opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"Don't you like it?" Seeing that he didn't react loudly, Quan asked deliberately.

"No, no..." Zhongyuan Zhong also hurriedly refuted.

Quan looked at his chest that was exposed from his ears to his neck, and even under his bathrobe, with a layer of crimson red, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he was in a very good mood.

"Do you still drink?"

"Um……"

The place to drink was transferred to the bedroom.

A bottle of red wine was soon seen, and this level was not considered drunk. But for some reason, Zhongyuan was dizzy, as if he was drunk faster and more powerful than usual.

He watched Quan slowly lean down, his figure reflected in his mirror-like eyes.

"My injuries have healed."

"Um……"

"You remember to ask for leave for me tomorrow."
Chapter completed!