Men are superior to women: the heartthrob in Yunqi

In front of me, the sea of ​​clouds is rolling and the mist is lingering.

Looking far into the distance, not only Lanling County, but the night view of the entire Shangjing is spread out before your eyes. Houses as small as a palm and winding streets as wide as silk form a stunning picture.

Mu Yao's legs felt weak as she stood on this platform. This height was even higher than the cliff that Wei Wushang had taken her to.

"Shall we... drink here?" Mu Yao's eyelashes trembled, and she looked at Xiao Douxue in a steady voice.

"Isn't it good? This is the Tongtian Terrace of Dan Pavilion, with a unique view. There is no other place as comfortable as this one in the whole Dayun." Xiao Douxue leaned against the railing with his arms propped up, looked at Chanjuan and smiled playfully.

"Why don't you drink?" He asked, staring at the wine jug at Mu Yao's elbow with his beautiful eyes.

"It's a bit strong." Mu Yao picked up the wine jug and shook it twice.

"This is my homemade strong liquor, called 'Forget Worry'. After three cups, it doesn't matter whether you are a drunkard or a drunkard saint. You will be intoxicated by your mind and emotions. That's why I say three cups of wine will lead you to the right path, and one drunk will dispel all worries."

After saying that, Xiao Douxue raised the wine pot and clinked it with Mu Yao's, then raised his head and drank it. The aroma of wine and the silver light blended together, wrapping his figure, making him look particularly cool.

"Do you have an antidote?" Mu Yao lifted the wine jug and placed it to her nose. The strong aroma of wine filled her nose, making her hesitate.

Xiao Douxue looked at her cautious appearance and chuckled twice: "The wine brewed by our pavilion is unstoppable, and it depends on strength to get through it. Yesterday, I saw that Elder Mu had a huge capacity, but why did he give in today? Since Elder Mu doesn't want to forget your worries, then I can only raise my glass alone to invite Yuechan, and we will meet in Miaoyunhan."

"nonsense."

Mu Yao raised the corners of her lips helplessly, raised the wine jug towards Xiao Douxue, raised her head and drank it all in one gulp.

"I didn't realize Elder Mu was so generous when drinking. I admire him."

Xiao Douxue's words came from the bottom of his heart. He knew the amount of wine he brewed, and he didn't even dare to drink it all. What should he do? It would be difficult to deal with Jiao Niang if she got drunk.

He stared at Mu Yao's beautiful cheek. A drop of jade liquid flowed down her perfect jawline into her chest. The towering peaks undulated under her clothes, which made Xiao Douxue's throat hot and his vision blurred.

Suddenly, the beauty curved her brows and smiled softly. Her face was so clear under the moonlight that it was hard to see clearly.

The wind blew through the ends of her hair, and the strands stuck to her face, revealing a strong sense of broken beauty.

Xiao Douxue stared at the two dimples on her face and sensed a hint of bitterness.

"Is there anything on your mind, Elder Mu?" he asked tentatively.

"Too much." Mu Yao lowered her head slightly, shrugged twice, raised her right hand and handed it to Xiao Douxue, muttering: "Another pot."

This wine is really strong! Mu Yao admired in her heart. The moment it entered her throat, a wave of drunkenness rushed straight to her head, like a fire, burning away all her troubles.

The tip of the tongue is very spicy, but refreshing to the lungs. However, the amount is not enough. When the cold wind blows, the troubles come back after the Qingming Festival.

Xiao Douxue smiled slightly, her eyes filled with a pool of spring water. She leaned back lazily, picked up a pot of "Forget-Your-Sorrow" and placed it on her jade palm, gently circling and rubbing it.

"Even if Elder Mu has a good alcohol tolerance, he will inevitably get drunk after the second bottle."

The tingling sensation in her palms stimulated Mu Yao's senses. She grabbed the pot and retracted her arm. She burped slightly and said in a half-drunk and half-awake voice, "Didn't you say that three cups of wine can lead to a happy world and one drunk can relieve all worries? One pot of wine is not enough." After saying that, she took three more sips.

"Mr. Shen and Mr. Helian are both your husbands?" Xiao Douxue changed the subject and asked half-jokingly.

Mu Yao exhaled a breath of alcohol and nodded.

"Elder Mu is so lucky. She is spoiled by two handsome husbands. How lucky! How happy!" Xiao Douxue gently shook the wine jug and glanced at Mu Yao with his eyes slanted. An indescribable look flowed from the corners of his slender eyes, shining with light.

A bitter laugh rose in the night sky.

Mu Yao seemed to have heard a huge joke and couldn't stop laughing.

She approached Xiao Douxue, grabbed his collar with one hand and pulled him towards her, then leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I have six husbands, which is three times the blessing! Do you know that?"

Endless smile spread in his eyes as he stared at Xiao Douxue. His cheeks were stained with a layer of rosy color due to drunkenness, which matched his clothes perfectly.

Xiao Douxue stared at the stunning beauty that was magnified infinitely in front of him, with a strong desire surging from the bottom of his eyes.

Suddenly, he stretched out his left arm and pulled her into his arms, kneading her slender waist, and leaned his head against her ear, tempting her: "Do you want to taste me?"

Xiao Douxue's voice was full of magnetism, and every word that came out of his mouth was full of extreme temptation.

His shirt was torn wide open, revealing a large area of ​​white skin. His charming clavicle was slightly raised, inexplicably sexy and seductive, striking Mu Yao's sight.

Mu Yao raised her pink little hand and pressed it against Xiao Douxue's chest. When her palm touched his snowy skin, a cool feeling seeped in, comfortably suppressing the alcohol rising in her body.

"Let me go." Mu Yao hit his left shoulder. In Xiao Douxue's opinion, her strength was not as great as that of the orange cat he raised.

"Are you afraid of your husband? Or are you afraid of one of them?" Xiao Douxue held her and turned her over, pressing her against the carved railing. There was a deep abyss below them. The strong wind that rolled up from below made the two people's clothes rustle.

Mu Yao was baptized by the cold wind and became much more sober. She closed her eyes in fear and hugged the madman tightly around her waist.

When Xiao Douxue saw Mu Yao closed her eyes and remained silent, the curve of his mouth widened a little.

"Then let me ask you another way. Are you henpecked?" It seemed that Xiao Douxue was arguing with Mu Yao over this issue today and refused to let go.

"No! Pull me up quickly." Her waist was almost broken, and now she could only hold on to Xiao Douxue's neck to relieve the gravity.

"Not afraid? How do you prove it?" Xiao Douxue looked down at Mu Yao, his eyes full of tears, and a wanton smile blossomed on his handsome face that seemed not real.

Mu Yao was almost driven crazy by him. If she stayed still for another second, her waist would be broken.

Xiao Douxue supported her waist hard, helping her to regain some strength.

Mu Yao glanced back at the "abyss" and all the curse words she had never uttered in her life surged into her throat. She pursed her lips tightly and shouted loudly while enduring the pain: "How do you want to prove it!"

She was scared, really scared. Half of her body was suspended in the air, supported only by Xiao Douxue's right arm. She didn't check the almanac before going out today, and met this madman. When she returns alive, she will definitely let a few husbands beat him to pieces.

The force around her waist was gradually tightening. A powerful force lifted half of her body and pressed it against Xiao Douxue's solid chest.

He breathed heavily and used his left hand to hold Mu Yao's hair, lifted her chin and pressed her towards him, and whispered softly in her ear: "Marry me, let me taste you."