100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 111 Drinking Song

Su Hui used to think that those who fall in love at first sight were just lustful. He prided himself on not being so superficial. He believed that the wife he would marry in the future would be someone who understood him. As for appearance and figure, those were not the most important things.

However, these thoughts stopped before he met Shen Jinhuan.

It turns out there really is someone whose every smile and gesture can melt his heart; it turns out there really is someone he wants to marry and keep hidden away the moment he sees them…

But at this moment, Jin Huan was stunned as she flipped through her textbook.

Beautiful fingertips lightly touched the ink-stained textbook.

This article tells the story of the famous historical tale of keeping a mistress in a golden house.

In 119 AD, by order of Emperor Wu, Huo Jingheng and his uncle led an army deep into the northern deserts…

As night fell, the area became cool and still.

He ordered his subordinates to set up camp on the spot and rest for a while.

Young and impetuous, yet with numerous military exploits, he was feared by the Xiongnu.

At the prime of his life, he commanded the utmost respect from soldiers wherever he went.

When Wei Zhongqing came out, he was instructing one of his subordinates on sword techniques.

Although Huo Jingheng's most frequently used weapon is not a sword, his swordsmanship is truly remarkable, far surpassing most people.

Hearing the noise, Huo Jingheng turned around and saw the person who came. A smile appeared on his cold face: "Uncle."

Wei Zhongqing nodded: "The letter from Chang'an has arrived. Your aunt asked me to tell you not to be careless and to wish you all the best."

"Don't worry, I know what's going on."

Between men, many things don't need to be said. Wei Zhongqing returned to his tent, and Huo Jingheng, unable to sleep, got up and walked a little outside.

This place is all desert, which is really boring, but the bright moon shines high, and the night view is excellent, adding a touch of elegance.

Leaning against a poplar tree, he gazed into the distance without focus, vowing that in the future, wherever his sword pointed, it would be Han territory!

Suddenly, a faint sweet scent wafted through the air. He was extremely alert, but even so, the wine flask at his waist was still snatched away.

However, even he did not expect that after the sword was drawn, it would be pointed at a woman who was as bright as the moon veiled by light clouds and as light as snow drifting in the wind.

She was dressed boldly, in a bright red that was even more vibrant than the rising sun in the northern desert at dawn. Even though she had never thought about matters between men and women, she was momentarily captivated and unable to regain her senses.

She seemed completely unafraid of his longsword, and began drinking his wine without a care. His red lips, stained with rouge, touched the rim of the pot, where he had drunk from.

"Your wine is really good." Jin Huan finished it in one gulp, handed him the empty pot, and staggered away. Despite not being a good drinker, she always drank too much.

She stumbled, and Huo Jingheng thought she was going to fall. He instinctively reached out to support her, but the moment their skin touched, she let out a soft moan and collapsed into his arms. He, who was usually invincible against his enemies, was now flustered and at a loss.

"Blue, blue." She was a little drunk, but she still tried to open her eyes to look at him.

That's when I realized this person was quite good-looking, but he was a bit rough around the edges from living a rough life.

If Jin Huan were sober, she would definitely despise him, but the drunk Jin Huan pushed him up a tree without saying a word and kissed him on tiptoe.

How could Huo Jingheng not have the ability to push her away? However, his whole body was weak and he really couldn't bear to resist at all.

He simply allowed her to do these extremely outrageous things to him.

The winds and sandstorms in the north were fierce, howling and blowing, which made her red gauze skirt flutter and her shawl sway gracefully, creating a mesmerizing red effect.

Gradually, his inherent domineering nature was revealed. He embraced her with both arms and pinned her against the tree trunk.

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