There's something wrong with the general.

Wen Yuxi waved his hand: "It's okay."

Seeing that his senior brother had no intention, he took the initiative to clink the wine glass on the table with his, then drank it all in one gulp.

Delicious.

Wen Yuxi poured several more cups, drank until he was drunk, squinted his eyes and smacked his lips happily.

People are addicted to food.

Zhiming couldn't stop him, and soon the small pot of wine was empty.

The drunkenness on his face became more and more obvious.

Zhiming put the wine jug in his hand aside, supported his elbow, and looked a little helpless.

"I feel so dizzy."

Wen Yuxi shook his head, feeling as if there were flying shadows in front of him. He squinted his eyes, turned his head, and smiled with the corners of his mouth curved: "Brother, why are there so many of you?"

As he said this, he reached out to grab it.

But he was drunk after all, and his aim was not good. He missed and staggered towards Zhiming.

Zhiming quickly hugged him.

Wen Yuxi threw herself into his arms, feeling very dizzy. She shook her head and slowly raised it.

He looked at Zhiming with blurred eyes.

The beauty under the lamp seems to be covered by a layer of gauze.

Wen Yuxi chuckled twice and whispered softly, "Senior Brother, you are so beautiful."

Drinking makes people brave.

She slowly raised her hand and touched his face.

Before he could touch it, Zhiming reached out and grabbed it.

Wen Yuxi pouted angrily: "Brother, let go of my hand."

The eyes around gathered here, with expressions of watching a show.

Zhiming glanced coldly at that place, with a fierce look in his eyes. Those people immediately lowered their heads and dared not look again.

Wen Yuxi's drinking habits were not very good, and with just a few hands, he managed to squeeze out the gourd and the ladle would pop up.

Her head rested on Zhiming's chest, her eyes were slightly narrowed, two blushes appeared on her face, and there was a smile at the corner of her mouth.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, flickering like butterfly wings, and his lips were moist and red because of drinking.

He looked like he was about to sleep, but he was actually moving around restlessly.

No matter how good Zhiming's concentration was, he felt a little embarrassed at this moment.

Ignoring the looks from all around, he supported Wen Yuxi and abruptly stood up. He then addressed the young emperor, saying, "Junior brother has just drunk quite a bit of wine and is now quite drunk. I'm afraid to disturb the pleasure of His Majesty and the others, so I and I will withdraw first."

The young emperor knocked on Wen Yuxi's door, then looked at Zhiming and said with a faint smile: "My dear Wen, your alcohol tolerance is not good. Go back."

Zhiming thanked him, suddenly picked him up horizontally, ignored the stunned gazes of the crowd, and slowly walked out of the hall.

Wen Yuxi nestled in his arms obediently, rubbed his neck, and said unconsciously: "Senior brother, you smell so good..." What kind of fragrance did you use?

The second half of the sentence was murmured in an inaudible voice, perhaps because he was drunk.

"I didn't expect they were in that kind of relationship. It's really disgraceful..."

"I really didn't expect that a great marquis would become the Rabbit Lord."

"No, don't you think they are a good match? Senior Brother Wen Houye is really good to him."

"Yeah, yeah, they're good-looking too. Besides, love doesn't matter what gender it is. They're good together."

The voices of discussion behind him did not require Zhiming to listen deliberately; they automatically entered his ears.

Zhiming held Wen Yuxi in his arms as they walked through the long alleys of the imperial palace, slowly curving up into a smile.

Junior brother will always be his, so how can he let others covet him?

Once things are done here, I will make sure he improves his cultivation as quickly as possible.

At this moment, Wen Yuxi frowned, put her hands around his neck, and arched her body.

He closed his eyes and asked, "Brother, where are we going?"

Zhiming gently stroked his cheek and whispered, "Go home."

It was already two o'clock in the morning when we arrived at the mansion.

Zhiming lifted the quilt and put Wen Yuxi on the bed.

Wen Yuxi lay there, turned over, and hung her hands around his neck, refusing to let go.

His eyes were half open, revealing part of his pupils, and his hands were very strong. If you didn't know, you would think he was awake and did it on purpose.

Zhiming half bent over, smiled helplessly, and reached out to untie his fingers.

Wen Yuxi slurred his lips and said, "Brother, where's my wine? I haven't had enough yet."

Zhiming paused after hearing this and murmured, "When did Junior Brother become so greedy for alcohol?"

Wen Yuxi didn't know whether she understood or not, but suddenly she opened her eyes and stared at him.

Zhiming's eyes heated up slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "Awake?"

Wen Yuxi blinked, his eyes were a little blurry, and he felt that everything in front of him was hazy.

He exerted force suddenly and fell to one side.

The drunkard was very strong. Zhiming had been holding him for so long that his wrists were numb and he had no strength left, so he fell on the bed with him.

Wen Yuxi's eyes widened slightly, and suddenly she snuggled into his arms like a puppy.

Zhiming was stunned and forgot to stop it for a moment.

The man seemed to be taking advantage of the situation and lay on his chest, his cheeks flushed and his eyes moist as he stared at him.

Zhiming's heart couldn't help but skip a beat. He raised his hand and slowly placed it on his back, gently comforting him.

Wen Yuxi put her elbow on his chest, crawled forward a few inches, and held his cheek with a drunken look on her face.

Zhiming's eyes were as dark as a pool, staring at his face silently.

Wen Yuxi blinked and muttered, "Wine..."

He leaned forward, lowered his head, and pressed his lips tightly against the lips of the person beneath him.

Sucking and biting, without any rules.

That’s not right. How could there be no wine? Where is his wine?

Wen Yuxi felt like he was holding a jar of fine wine, but he couldn't pour it out no matter what he did. Angrily, he used all his strength and licked the rim of the cup with the tip of his tongue.

Soft and sweet.

But this isn't the smell of alcohol.

He tried to raise his head in confusion, but something pushed him back.

Ghost...ghost!

The wine jug had actually become a spirit, sucking onto his mouth and unable to be pulled away.

Wen Yuxi wanted to cry but had no tears, and stretched out her hand to push him away.

The goblin actually turned him over and covered him under his body.

His breath hitched and he bit his mouth.

Zhiming panted softly, held the back of his head, kissed him deeper, and ravaged and invaded his mouth.

Calloused fingers tangled in his hair, while his other hand tightened and tightened around his narrow waist.

Wen Yuxi frowned slightly, narrowed her eyes, opened her mouth, and forgot to react.

Zhiming's phoenix eyes were filled with undercurrents, and his whole body was clamoring, wanting to penetrate him and become one with him.

Desire swirled in her heart, and she kissed him even more passionately, her tongue lingeringly hooking out his lips and tongue, playfully.

Wen Yuxi stared at him blankly, seemingly half awake, and murmured, "Senior Brother..."

Zhiming's body trembled violently, but he still held him tightly.

His lips attached to Wen Yuxi's lips, rubbing gently, his voice gentle and low: "I'm here, Junior Brother."

It was even quieter late at night, and the sound of night watchmen beating on the street could be heard loudly, coming into the house across the courtyard.

Zhiming carried the sleeping Wen Yuxi to the bed and tucked the quilt into him.

Wen Yuxi had drunk a lot of wine today and was reeking of alcohol. Zhiming used some hand gestures to cleanse him and changed his clothes.

He took out a change of clothes from his Qiankun bag and changed into them in the house.

Sitting aside, he stared at Wen Yuxi in a daze.