Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

When her eyes turned to her hands, she was shocked by her own strength. She let go of her hand, but quickly grabbed her other hand as if she was afraid she would run away.

Song Yue was very dissatisfied with his behavior, but his strength was not great, far less than the pain he felt from that hand just now. He did not put down the Peking Opera in front of him because he could not move it and it was very painful.

The bright red color even covered the pink of her dress, which was a bit shocking.

Song Yue, who was already angry, became even more furious. She didn't care who he was. She struggled to break free from his hand and slapped him in the face.

"Are you crazy? I'm almost breaking my bones. How can you be so strong?"

“I’ve never seen that before…”

He chattered a lot and his face turned red with anger.

Su Wanmo was attracted by her strange wording. He just touched the skin on his face that was hit. The force was not strong, at least not strong for him. He suddenly felt that it was good for her to be like this. There was no injustice between the monarch and his subjects, nor was there alienation between strangers.

But she never put her hand down, and it became visibly red and swollen. He wanted to pull her to apply medicine but she dodged him, and she kept talking.

I had to coax him patiently: "Be good, I'll apply the medicine for you."

As if comforted by these patient words, he gently pulled her hand to the bedside, took out the ointment he always kept, and applied it evenly on her hand. The cool touch was very different from Song Yue's current temperature, awakening some of her rationality.

It was just the mist in her eyes that made the people in front of her look as unreal as flowers in the mirror or the moon in the water. She was afraid that she would get lost in the mist, and she subconsciously grabbed the seemingly unreal people in front of her in panic.

As his fingertips touched the cool ointment, the burning sensation from the alcohol became more unbearable. He needed something cool to quench his thirst, so he stretched out his fingers and was about to put it to his mouth.

Realizing what she was about to do, Su Wanmo grabbed her hand and smeared all the ointment on her hand.

The cooler touch made Song Yue unable to control herself any longer. She opened her mouth instinctively to look for something that might relieve her hunger and thirst.

After finding the source of the coldness, the hot tongue licked it. The soft, moist heat scared Su Wanmo so much that she quickly withdrew her hand. It was obvious that she was unconscious, and she blocked it with the hand covered with ointment.

"Yueyue, be good and wait a few more seconds."

He moved her head away with force, pulled his sleeve to wipe the ointment off her hand, and comforted her, asking her to stay where she was: "I'll go get you some water, just stay here and don't move."

Her confused eyes could not convey any useful information, but there was no danger. She turned and walked towards the table, but there was not a drop of water left in the teacup. Then she remembered how long it had been since she came here.

I had no choice but to take her out.

A strong smell of alcohol wafted in, followed by the sound of gulping.

It was as if he couldn't feel the spicy taste of the liquor, only that it contained water. Seeing that she showed no sign of stopping, he was afraid that if she continued drinking, something bad would happen. He took a few steps over and snatched the wine jug from her hand: "You can't drink anymore."

Song Yue's thirst was relieved. He opened his confused eyes and looked at the double image of the person in front of him. He did not speak for a while. His eyes were blurred by the thick smell of alcohol, and he could not see the things in front of him clearly.

This wine was much stronger than the previous one. Soon Song Yue felt dry in the mouth again and raised his hands to grab the wine jug.

"I'm so thirsty, I want to drink..."

Seeing his face getting redder, Su Wanmo put down the wine jug, bent down and picked him up: "Yueyue, be good, I'll take you out."

Song Yue felt even hotter when she was held in his arms. She pressed her palm against his chest, trying to push him away: "It's hot."

"Be good, just bear with it for a while."

Song Yue felt a blazing heat, unlike anything she'd felt before. It felt like she hadn't felt this temperature in ages, making her unaware of his presence. She no longer wanted to delve into the matter, so she called out the name buried deep in her heart: "Thirteen."

She buried her head in his chest, her hot tears burning his heart.

"I miss you so much."

A muffled sound reached my ears, and bitterness and sorrow spread in my heart, but they were always suppressed in my heart and never expressed.

"Thirteen……"

He walked out of the secret room and put her on the bed, with the back of his hand lingering on her face. He knew that after tonight... he would become distant again.

He poured her a cup of cold tea and helped her up: "Yueyue, drink some water."

Song Yue opened her arms and hooked his head down, looking at the face so close to her. The temperature on her face burned her, and her mouth became dry and dry, and her tongue licked her lips.

The smell of alcohol made him almost lose his mind. He supported himself on the bed with his hands and tried to get up, but he saw the face in front of him suddenly enlarged, hot and soft, licking his rosy lips like a puppy.

The teacup in my hand fell, and a spot of the bedding was wet, revealing a different color.

After finding the water source, Song Yue drank it thirstily.

Su Wanmo already felt a little drunk, and now he felt like he was struck by lightning. He didn't know where he was, and he was attacked and plundered in just a moment of relaxation.

The originally cool and comfortable body temperature changed, making Song Yue feel hot and unbearable, but she was unwilling to let go of this water source, so she had to take off her clothes layer by layer.

His hands shuttled back and forth between the two men, and it was unclear whose belt he was untying, but his movements became increasingly rough, and it seemed that he had lost much patience.

Whoever's flesh was pinched made him groan in pain. His hands never stopped until his clothes were removed, causing Su Wanmo's breathing to become disordered, and with his mouth blocked, he couldn't even breathe.

He bit her lips hard as if in revenge before cruelly pushing her away.

"Huh... Song Yue, can you see clearly who I am?

He wrapped up the clothes that had already fallen off his body, looked up at her, with reluctance and anger in his eyes.

Song Yue seemed to be full and satisfied, but she was still very hot. She couldn't find her belt and pulled her clothes aside randomly, revealing her pure white underwear.

It was exposed in front of Su Wanmo.

"Help!"

She raised her misty eyes, and her bitten lips were even more juicy. Su Wanmo didn't dare to look at her anymore. She picked up her belt and walked out, asking someone else to come in and take care of her.

She suddenly stopped at the door. "Change someone?" Will her innocence be cleared once the news gets out?

When he turned around and took a look, he was scared to death. When did he have so much wine here, or was she really only good at drinking?

Song Yue didn't allow herself to spill most of the wine. Her hair stuck to her neck, even extending inward. Her light-colored clothes stuck to her skin, and the white underneath was faintly visible, which was more visually impactful than when it was directly exposed in front of her eyes just now.

Su Wanmo felt his head getting hot, and warm liquid flowed out from his chest. He wiped the bright red liquid off his hands with the back of his hand.

I was very upset, but I was also afraid that she would get something bad from drinking again. I didn't know how much she drank that night.

He snatched the wine jug when she was not paying attention, and poured it all into his mouth as if he was afraid that she would snatch it away. Song Yue watched him drink it all, and was so angry that she fought with him for it.