Silenced pheromones

Thinking about it emptyly, in fact, he can't remember the specific details of Qing Jiheng's face, but the shadow swayed in his mind, but he could clearly know that the outline belonged to Ji Heng.

I don't know how Ji Heng is doing now. Being locked up in that dirty little room alone, the susceptibility period should be very difficult, right?

"Hello." Feng Yudou put down his wine glass and looked at Ning Suiyuan seriously, but he didn't get a response. He couldn't help reaching out and touching the young man's warm face with the back of his hand: "Are you drunk?"

"No, no." Ning Suiyuan avoided his movements, almost bumping into the dinner plate in hand.

"Isn't it?" Feng Yudou was a little shocked: "This is fruit wine, only three or four degrees."

"Fruit, the fruit is quite fresh." Ning Suiyuan's cheeks were slightly pink, and the eye sockets became moist, as if covered with a layer of mist.

Feng Yudou: "." This guy didn't seem to understand what he was talking about at all, and the answer was irrelevant.

Ning Suiyuan pushed the table and got up: "I'm going out to get some air."

"Ah. Then you should pay attention." Feng Yudou stared at his back, a little worried: "Remember to call someone if you have anything to do!"

Ning Suiyuan waved his hand casually, and walked out of the gate of Fengjiuju.