The air seemed to be inexplicably tainted with a scorching atmosphere.
When Xuan Jiu was stared at like this, he felt his throat tighten and felt a little panicked, but he still pretended to be calm and said: "Get out."
"Xiaojiu, did you miss me?" Ning Chengyuan turned a deaf ear to his words and just stared at him intently, refusing to move his eyes for a moment.
Xuan Jiu glared at him and was too lazy to talk to him about these endless things. He squatted down to add firewood and took a fan to fan the fire, but he didn't fan for a few times and accidentally choked on the gray smoke. He just coughed twice. As soon as he heard the sound, Ning Chengyuan rushed over from the door, took away the fan in his hand, frowned and said, "I'll help you."
Xuan Jiu coughed and stood up, "You... can you do it?"
Ning Chengyuan looked up at him and saw Xuan Jiu leaning against the wall and coughing. His eyelids were a little red from the firelight, his lips were red, and he was breathing slightly. Ning Chengyuan swallowed his throat and said, "It's just a fire. , you really think this general is a waste..."
Xuan Jiu had no choice but to respond casually and cook him hangover soup...
"Xiaojiu, the prairie in Nanrong is quite beautiful, but the climate is not very good now. When spring comes next year, how about I take you to Nanrong to see the prairie?"
Ning Chengyuan piled all the firewood into the stove, and then sat down against the wall, half-bent his legs, and slightly raised his head against the wall. Looking at Xuan Jiu's long figure, he felt that he was so Looking at Xuan Jiu, Xuan Jiu's legs were quite long and straight.
You can still see the neckline of Xuan Jiu's lowered head. The firelight flickered on and off his profile, adding a faint golden light and giving people a very soft feeling.
When Xuan Jiu heard what he said, he didn't think much and nodded lightly, "Okay."
Xuan Jiu's voice was very clear and clean. Ning Chengyuan was just asking casually. He never thought that Xuan Jiu would really agree to him. Ning Chengyuan was startled, his pupils tightened, and he suddenly stood away from the wall. Getting up, he stared at Xuan Jiu's back, wanting to do something, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.
Xuan Jiu seemed to have heard him getting up, and turned to look at him. His eyes were a little confused, but they were also transparent and clear. Reflecting the firelight, they were surprisingly bright, as if a soft light was about to shine into Ning Chengyuan. In his heart, Ning Chengyuan couldn't bear it anymore. He grabbed his hand and took him into his arms. He lowered his head and kissed his lips.
Warm, cool, and very soft to the touch.
But after only a brief kiss, Xuan Jiu turned his head away, pursed his lips and said nothing.
What surprised Ning Chengyuan was that Xuan Jiu was not as angry as he had imagined. He didn't even push him away, but just resisted his kiss a little.
Ning Chengyuan lowered his head and said in a mute voice, "I'm sorry..."
Xuan Jiu raised his hand to wipe his lips, looked at him indifferently, pursed his lips and said, "Don't tell me again when you drink too much."
Saying that, Xuan Jiu pushed him away and went to serve the soup with a cold expression.
The firelight reflected on his face, which turned slightly drunken red.
Ning Cheng was far behind him, staring at his side face and his hands, and said softly: "If you don't let me drink from now on, I won't drink anymore."
Xuan Jiu chuckled softly, obviously not believing his nonsense.
He filled the soup and glanced up at him, intending to drive him out.
Ning Chengyuan had just acted like a gangster, so he didn't want to make him angry again, so he had to obey him and go back to his room.