I vaguely heard Chunyu in the cave muttering fiercely: "One drink per person, if there is too much, you will be drunk to death for at least three days, and I will return the rest..."
"..."
Feng Zhiwei was very annoyed, that bastard Chun Yumeng, why didn't he say it earlier!
She sneered, picked the plaster on the wall and shook it into the pot, stuffed it back into the hole, and used a stool to plug the hole, ignoring Chunyu's crying and howling.
After doing a few movements, the spirit of wine came up, and the eyes became more and more golden. She turned around with her head supported, only to feel a sudden surge of heat in her body, and then a cool breath flowed out from nowhere, circling the heat for a week, she His body temperature immediately dropped, but he felt his body was soft, and then his feet went limp, and he hit somewhere with a bang.
The ice under the face was smooth and cool, with a faint grassy fragrance, as if it was Young Master Gu's pillow.
Feng Zhiwei struggled to get up, she didn't want to share the bed with someone, while struggling, she thought vaguely, Gu Nanyi is really good at drinking, the half pot he drank seems to be more than her, so calm and gentle Unmoving like a mountain...
Suddenly, I felt a bright light in front of my eyes, and then realized that there was no light, but that Gu Nanyi raised his hand and threw away his ten-thousand-year gauze hat.
The moonlight had already passed through the high window, leaving only the heavy darkness all around, but the man just lifted the veil, and the light shone like a shooting star, catching people's eyes.
How bright should those absolutely gorgeous eyes be? Is it the snow on the top of Huzhuogedamu Snow Mountain that has melted for thousands of years, and it is a pool of clear springs where snow lotus floats? Or is it the pearl of treasures bred by the life of a thousand-year-old pearl oyster at the bottom of the deep sea in the three thousand miles of sandy sea
The ultimate brilliance that is so close at hand, is so dazzling that people forget everything about it.
Feng Zhiwei didn't see what those eyes looked like, let alone see Gu Nanyi's face clearly, because the next moment, that face was infinitely approaching, breathing burning hotly in a low voice: "Hot..."
He seemed to be really hot, from his breathing to his body temperature, he rolled and burned like lava, subconsciously approached all objects with a lower temperature than himself, so the slightly cool cheek of the woman lying on the pillow turned into ice that could be redeemed spring.
As he approached her, the slightly astringent and clean breath of Qingnian became stronger and stronger, and then he stretched out his hand and covered her face.
He held her face tightly, dissatisfied with the unnatural touch of the human skin mask under his hand, flicked the mask with his fingers, and the woman's delicate and white cheeks, like jade and ice, shone faintly in the darkness.
Satisfied with the feeling of jade-like cold water, he immediately moved his fiery face closer...
Feng Zhiwei didn't move at all.
Everything in front of her was beyond her mental preparation.
The man's melancholy smell was close at hand, and the long and dense eyelashes brushed her cheeks. He used her face as the best ice pack, and kneaded and kneaded it in his hands. It was not enough, he used his own After rubbing your face, rub it here and there.
In the dark room, the ears and the temples are rubbed together...
But there is no charm at all, making her want to cry...
At any rate, she was born as a lady, and she can be regarded as a child who obeys the court training and abides by etiquette. Now, although she is forced to survive and has to follow the power of everything, she can't be reduced to a human-shaped ice bag...
Isn't it because my face is cooler
With a thought in Feng Zhiwei's mind, the cool air in her body that was neutralized by the heat flow immediately began to slowly subside, her body temperature rose slowly, and a faint blush appeared on her face.
Gu Nanyi soon felt that the soft and slightly cool thing he was rubbing against was no longer cold, and immediately let go of his hand in disappointment, but the scorching heat that forced his blood was still unbearable for him, he thought for a while, Raise your hand and unbutton it.
He untied the long clothes that he had always wrapped tightly.
He was so drunk, his movements were still extremely fast and stable, with his fingers flying, a neck like jade appeared in front of Feng Zhiwei's eyes, a line of collarbone was exquisite and straight, such a delicate and smooth arc, the hand of a god could not draw its lines beauty of.
Feng Zhi exploded with a slight bang.
Ancestor, why do you always have countless tricks to torture me
With tears in her eyes, she rushed over, desperately mobilizing the cold air that suppressed the heat flow in her body, and desperately sent her beautiful face to others, begging: "Don't take it off, don't take it off, touch it, touch it..."
She rushed too fast and knocked down the person who was taking off his clothes. Then she got drunk, her head was dizzy, and she didn't know anything...
The small room is dark, the oppressor and the oppressed float in the wine country, silently.
Next door, Chunyu held up the jug and poured it down, pouring out a piece of plaster. He touched his head and said in amazement: "Drink it? It's over..."
"Wake up, wake up..."
"Wake up!"
"Bastard! Still awake!"
The voice came from nowhere, as far away as if it came from beyond the mountains and seas, drifting into the eardrums, disturbing the dreamless sleep, Feng Zhiwei reluctantly shook her head, and hugged the quilt in her arms even tighter. tight.
"Snapped!"
Something hit her face and it hurt, and the hot feeling made her half-awake. She opened her eyes instantly. When she opened her eyes, she only felt the darkness rushing towards her face. Show a snow-white face.
Feng Zhiwei blinked her eyes, touched her face, felt that the mask was not on her face very quickly, and immediately stretched out her hands to find the mask to put it on. Fortunately, the light above was not good, so she should not be able to see her movements clearly.
With this touch, I can feel the undulating "quilt", the warm skin, the smooth...
Feng Zhiwei immediately withdrew her hand like a snake bite.
No way…
Then she plucked up the courage to turn around, and she saw sadly that a young master who was so drunk that he didn't know anything about him was sleeping under her...
His face was half hidden in the dark, his sleeping posture was peaceful and quiet, but it was different from the usual stagnant water with no movement or expression, but a little uneasy, his long eyebrows covered by his palms, and he frowned slightly.
For some reason, just looking at the sleeping posture of this man, I feel that the surroundings are peaceful, and the yushu is quietly blooming in the middle of the night.
Feng Zhiwei's gaze quickly flicked across the small half of his face, and after a little hesitation, he took the gauze hat and gently covered his face.
She doesn't want to see, doesn't want to see.
Some things, not touched, are happier than touched.