The breeze blew by, carrying the smell of wine. After Song Yanqing smelled it, he frowned, immediately put down the nine-ring ring, got up and walked to Chu Shou.

I picked up the bamboo tube on the side, shook it, and looked inside under the moonlight. Sure enough, I saw the bottom. I didn't know how to drink in the first place, but I still forced myself to drink so much.

Chu Shou sniffed and smelled the familiar smell. He raised his head with difficulty and put his arms around his waist. The distance between them was shortened immediately.

She rested her chin on his body, grabbed the man's robe and shook it a few times, and tried to open her eyes. Her eyes followed his chin, to his lips, the tip of his nose, and then to his eyes as flat as a lake. He couldn't hold it any longer.

Overwhelmed by the alcohol, he slowly closed his eyes again, but the strength in his hands was not relieved.

Song Yanqing let her wrap her arms around his waist, slowly raised his hanging hand, touched the hairpin on her head, and gently pulled it out.

He pinched it in his hand with distinct finger bones and turned it around a few times in the moonlight. Then, his eyes tightened, and he threw it down the window and into the lake. The lake let out a whimper and quickly swallowed it up. There was no trace of it anymore.

A little bit of trouble.

The moonlight fell on his strong nose and slid down the smooth profile of his face. His eyelashes brushed away a dark shadow, his thin lips were tightly closed, and he lowered his eyes to look at the girl in his arms with the moonlight. His eyes flickered and the color could not be seen clearly.

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Chu Shou still hugged him tightly, pressed his little face against his body, rubbed it gently, and muttered: "Well... I'm sorry about what happened today..."

After Song Yan listened, her eyes were deep, and her long and slender hands stroked her shoulders along the hair. She gently put the broken hair behind her ears and around her neck, and pressed her cool fingertips against Chu Shou's slightly drunken hair.

Perm the ears and outline them.

After a while, he lowered his eyes and looked at her face. There was complaint in his eyes, and a trace of amusement flashed through his eyes. He spoke in a deep voice, but his voice was particularly bewitching and distant: "How many times do you have to apologize for him? Huh?"

Chu Shou turned his head slightly and muttered, "Azhi" - this was his name.

Song Yanqing lowered his eyes, and a teardrop slipped down his cheek, and happened to fall on Chu Shou's shoulder. It was hidden in the soft fabric with the moonlight, and also enveloped his mood.

He hugged her tightly, coveting the short-term warmth in his arms, with lonely eyes. In fact, it was thousands of times more difficult for him to talk to her than Chu Shou realized. It was difficult for a sober person to bite his lips and tremble in his voice.

Ask a question:

"Why don't you ask me, Qingqing, if my heart still hurts..."

The voice of longing is so deafening, deadly yet charming that only the moon in the clouds can hear it clearly.

I write very well (in self-hypnosis)
Chapter completed!