Jun Wuxie sat quietly at the table, not knowing how long it took.

It was already pitch black outside the window, and only the moonlight brought a faint light.

"It smells so good."

Jun Wuxie raised his head and had not turned around yet, he was already overwhelmed by a pair of powerful arms.

"You still want to drink?" Jun Wuyao, who was chewing a smile on his lips, stared at the little guy in his arms with half-squinted eyes.

Before he entered the room, he smelled the rich aroma of wine. The fragrance was a little strange and familiar. He had smelled the fragrance of lotus that was rubbed into the wine on her.

It smells very good.

Jun Wuxie raised his eyes and glanced at Jun Wuyao. She was almost used to his intimate behavior after every appearance. Although she disagreed with it, she didn't care much, so she was too lazy to talk nonsense.

"Is this what Mo Qianyuan gave you?" Jun Wuyao held Jun Wuxie and sat down on the chair, smiling at the corner of his mouth, but the smile did not come into his eyes. The deep part of his eyes filled with cold sweeping across the wine.

Before Jun Wuxie could speak, he had already picked up the wine jar on the table, raised his eyebrows and looked at Jun Wuxie, with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.

"This kind of wine is not worthy of your mouth." As he said that, he turned his wrist and wanted to pour all the jar of wine down.

Jun Wuxie's eyes turned cold and he wanted to stop him, but the arms around her waist were as firm as steel, and he pressed her into his arms without moving at all.

"Put it back!" Jun Wuxie said coldly.

Jun Wuyao just looked at her with a smile, without any anger.

"Wuxie, if you like wine, I will help you find some good things. How can you drink this kind of garbage?"

"Put it back." Jun Wuxie narrowed his eyes.

Jun Wuyao just looked at her with a smile, motionless, with a faint dark purple faintly revealing her deep black eyes, and there was no smile in her eyes.

"Let go... let go of my home...master." A crying voice suddenly rang out.

The little white lotus nestled in the corner of the wall, his face was red, his half-closed eyes were a little confused, and his small body was shaking against the wall.

"Is this?" Jun Wuyao raised his eyebrows.

Jun Wuxie was depressed. She never took back the little white lotus. Jun Wuyao came suddenly and without any warning. Didn’t he bump into the little white lotus?

With Jun Wuyao's ability, it is probably not difficult to see Xiao Bailian's identity.

"Ha, I thought that black cat was your ring spirit, but now it seems that I was wrong." Jun Wuyao lowered his head and looked at Jun Wuxie, his smiling eyes narrowed slightly.

"You! If you don't let go of your master, I'll be rude to you!" Xiao Bailian bulged her cheeks, and her red face looked particularly cute.

The little black cat sat silently on the table, raising one of its front paws to block its view.

It’s not that it’s too weak, it’s that the enemy is too terrible!

Little idiot, this is trying to die!

"Oh?" A trace of coldness flashed in Jun Wuyao's eyes. He raised his fingertips slightly, and a black light instantly hit Xiao Bailian's forehead!

"Ah!!" A sharp pain came from his forehead, and the little white lotus curled up on the ground in pain.

"I talk to Wuxie, do you have room for you to interrupt?" Jun Wuyao smiled with evil spirit, as if nothing happened. When he turned to Jun Wuxie, he was stunned.

The cold eyes were staring at him in a bad mood. The little guy who was locked in his arms was holding a few silver needles in his white and tender hands, and the tip of the needle was pressing against his throat.

"I don't have the heart to talk nonsense to you, don't bother me again." Jun Wuxie narrowed his eyes. She was too lazy to care about what Jun Wuyao did on weekdays, but if he came to disturb her, she wouldn't have to be polite to him.
Chapter completed!