It was getting late, and Su Ying felt a little sleepy.
The two children were taken to bed by Green Trace, and Su Ying went to bed and lay in the warm quilt.
It didn't take long for Ye Feibai to return to his room.
Ye Feibai took off his loose white embroidered robe and lay down next to Su Ying. He seemed to have just taken a bath, and there was a fresh plant scent on his body, which smelled very good.
Su Ying got her head out of the quilt, sniffed, and asked curiously: "Didn't you go drink? Why doesn't it smell like alcohol?"
Ye Feibai stretched out his long arm to half-hug her in his arms, and stroked her cheek with his other hand. Waiting under the dim light of the candle, his beautiful eyes flashed as bright as stars: "I knew you didn't like it, so I didn't drink more. It was mainly just to drink it up."
The warm breath he exhaled hit her face. It was warm and had only a faint scent of tea.
Su Ying burst into laughter.
Ye Feibai smiled when he saw her, and he tickled her nose with his hand: "Did you ask Liu Yun to lock the fourth child's door?"
The smile on Su Ying's face grew stronger, and she coughed lightly: "Don't you think what would happen if a couple were locked in a room for a night, and one of them was drunk... you know."
"I don't understand. Can you tell me in detail?" Ye Feibai pretended not to understand, with a surprised look on his face.
When he saw Su Ying glaring at him, his heart skipped a beat.
He leaned over and kissed her on the face, then bit her lips.
The two of them were very close, their breaths intertwined ambiguously. Ye Feibai scratched her chin: "When we were locked up together, I was drunk too. What happened?"
Su Ying couldn't help but glare at him: "What happened?"
A playful smile appeared on Ye Feibai's lips: "Should we reminisce now?"
Su Ying stretched out her hand and pushed away the photo that was almost stuck to her face: "You are so drunk, are you still dead in memory? Go to sleep!"
The candles in the room went out, and the room was dark.
After a while, Su Ying felt that her face was hot and her whole body was a little warm.
"Don't make trouble... um... be careful kids."
"I will pay attention… "
The spring scenery is boundless, and the room is lingering.
And on the other side.
Situ Mengyao helped Ye Feixu, who was unconscious from drinking, to the bed.
Ye Feixu didn't know how much he drank, and his whole body smelled of alcohol.
Situ Mengyao looked at his drunken appearance and frowned tightly.
Ye Feixu opened his eyes in confusion and reached out to hold Situ Mengyao's hand. He held her hand and teased: "Hey, who is this? Hahaha... "
Situ Mengyao stood stiffly, her eyes as calm as clear springs, looking at the drunk man in front of her coldly.
She was moved by Su Ying's words about how many seven years there are in life, and she finally mustered up the energy to ask him.
Why doesn't he like her and why he wants to marry her.
But at this moment, Ye Feixu was frivolously touching her.
She couldn't help but get drunk and he would think of her as another woman.
Situ Mengyao coldly shook off his hand and turned around.
Ye Feixu's sinister voice came from behind: "Go ahead and don't come back after you leave."
Situ Mengyao bit her lip and walked forward step by step with difficulty.
She wanted to go out and be alone, but found that the door was locked from the outside.
"What's going on?" Situ Mengyao frowned and originally wanted to find someone to open the door.
After thinking for a while, she paused again.
She didn't want to make things between them too big.
At this moment, Ouyang Liuyun was hiding outside, listening to what was going on inside. He originally thought the task Su Ying sent her was a bit funny, but he didn't expect that there was a big problem between the couple.
"You can't wait to leave me..." A vague voice came from behind.
Situ Mengyao couldn't open the door, so she could only walk back.
Ye Feixu sat up with difficulty, his cheeks flushed and his eyes blurred.
He watched her walk towards him and waved at her impatiently: "I don't want your charity. If you want to leave, just go far away and never appear in front of me."
Situ Mengyao is not good at quarreling. If it were normal, she would have left long ago: "You!"
Ye Feixu made a move to get up and push her out, but he couldn't exert any strength on his feet, and he collapsed limply on the ground.
Seeing that Ye Feixu couldn't stand up, Situ Mengyao couldn't bear to help him.
Ye Feixu didn't appreciate it and waved her hand away.
He laughed softly twice, with a trace of mockery in his eyes: "If you feel aggrieved by my side, I can let you go. I don't want to see you unhappy every day."
Situ Mengyao tried her best to hold back the water color flowing out of her eyes.
She paused and squeezed out a few words from her dry throat: "You have been impatient with me for a long time. If... I agree to divorce."
Ye Feixu's hands were clenched tightly, and he looked at her in shock, his eyes almost turning red.
Situ Mengyao couldn't bear it anymore, tears fell from her eyes.
She was never used to crying in front of others. She stood up slowly, and when she bent her body slightly, a pendant slipped out of her neck.
Ye Feixu felt dazzled when he looked at the thing in her neck. He stretched out his hand, pulled out the thing in her neck and threw it aside.
"You..." Situ Mengyao raised her eyes slightly and looked at the torn jade butterfly pendant, with a flash of pain in her eyes.
She let out a low sigh: "Forget it, it's useless anyway."
"What? Are you heartbroken?!" Ye Feixu's eyes were staring at Situ Mengyao's eyes for a moment. He was crazy with jealousy and his expression was a little ferocious.
He suddenly grabbed Situ Mengyao's hand and pulled her into his arms.
His face did not have the brightness and cheerfulness of the past, but only endless depression and coldness. He almost shouted at her: "You will be my woman for the rest of your life when you marry me. Don't expect me to let you go." I won’t let you go until I die.”
Ye Feixu, who was crazy about drinking, tightly hugged her slender waist into his arms, and then kissed her fiercely.
He was like a furious little beast, biting her tongue and her lips crazily.
The tears that filled Situ Mengyao's eyes slowly fell down, full of bitterness.
Her lips and tongue were so painful that she could hardly feel it. She only felt that her heart ached terribly.
The tip of his tongue was filled with the taste of wine, and he plundered her mouth wantonly. Situ Mengyao finally couldn't stand his brutality, and finally pushed him away forcefully.
Ye Feixu used his thumb to remove the tears from her face: "What? You feel guilty? Does it feel disgusting to be kissed by a man you don't like?"
Ouyang Liuyun, who was hiding outside and listening in the corner, shrank his neck due to the cold wind. He hated iron and said: Ye Feixu, you are still not a man, why are you so arrogant! If you're a man, come on!