Zhou Chi felt that his palms suddenly felt moist and warm.
Lu Zhicheng cried.
Zhou Chi looked at the tall and thick man on the bed in shock, whimpering and crying.
He was beyond shocked. This was a man, and he was the fifth prince with great honors, but at this time he was crying like a child.
"Fifth Prince, you are drunk," Zhou Chi moved slightly, trying to remove his hand from Lu Zhicheng's face, but Lu Zhicheng's hand suddenly became stronger, so Zhou Chi could only give up. After a pause, he was still worried and asked again, "Lu Zhicheng, are you asleep? Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you feel like vomiting?"
Lu Zhicheng didn't answer, he just kept sobbing, his tears and snot stuck to Zhou Chi's hands. He couldn't breathe smoothly and could only breathe through his mouth. Zhou Chi looked at his dry and trembling lips. , he was sure that Lu Zhicheng was not drunk or asleep.
Zhou Chi sighed softly: "My back still hurts, I can't sit like this all the time."
Feeling that the strength in his hand had loosened, Zhou Chi gently pulled away his hand. He stood up and washed his hands. His hands were sticky with Lu Zhicheng's tears and had a faint smell of osmanthus wine.
Zhou Chi washed his hands, twisted the handkerchief again, and threw it directly on Lu Zhicheng's face: "Wipe it yourself."
Lu Zhicheng wiped his face slowly. When he finished wiping his face, he seemed a little embarrassed and was too embarrassed to take off the veil, so he lay on the bed with the veil on his face.
Zhou Chi looked at his appearance and found it very funny. He was indeed a child who had not grown up. Zhou Chi smiled silently, and then walked towards the soft couch, wanting to move the little one down. Lu Zhicheng's bed was very big. , it is more than enough to sleep two people, but it is naturally inconvenient for two grown men to sleep in the same bed, so Zhou Chi thought about dealing with it on this soft couch early in the morning.
Just when he exerted all his strength, his back felt excruciating pain. He could only let go of his hand, hold on to the soft couch and breathe softly for a while. When he tried to hold back his strength again to move the small table, Lu Zhicheng But he quietly got out of bed, walked over, pushed Zhou Chi aside, and then easily moved the small table down. Just as Zhou Chi was about to thank him, he saw Lu Zhicheng lying down with a sword.
Zhou Chi: "..."
"You sleep on the bed." Lu Zhicheng spoke concisely and concisely. Without looking at Zhou Chi, he turned over and fell asleep with his face inward.
Zhou Chi stood in front of the soft couch for a while, then silently took a blanket from the bed to cover Lu Zhicheng, then returned to the bed and lay down.
He blew out the lamp, turned around several times, and finally found a comfortable position and closed his eyes. But he didn't know if it was because he slept for too long during the day. Zhou Chi couldn't sleep at this time. He sniffed Breathing the faint scent of osmanthus in the tent, he suddenly felt a little thirsty for wine. It seemed that he hadn't drank osmanthus wine for many years.
"What kind of wine do you like to drink?" In the darkness, he heard Lu Zhicheng ask.
"I like to drink a lot of wine, such as green plum wine, sorghum wine, osmanthus wine, Fenjiu, Chengang wine, Nuerhong... I can name almost all of them," Zhou Chi smiled lightly, and reluctantly held his hand again. Pulling her lips, she said, "It's just that I don't drink well enough. I only drink three glasses of osmanthus wine. And when I'm drunk, I talk nonsense, and I can't speak clearly. That's why some people call me Big Tongue Brother."
Lu Zhicheng buried his face in the pillow and laughed angrily: "It's quite rare for you to be like this."