Perhaps because he was drunk, his palms were so hot that her little hands couldn't help but tremble.
Could it be that he has a fever?
Her fingers couldn't help but climb up to his forehead.
Well, it doesn’t seem too hot...[
The thought of mentioning it was relieved again.
There was a wry smile in my heart, laughing at my own blind nervousness.
He is a demon king and not an ordinary human being. How can he catch a cold and have a fever?
"Yue Wushang, Yue Wushang..."
Qi Luoer called him softly.
Yue Wushang turned over and muttered without opening his eyes.
He smelled more alcoholic.
If you don’t leave now, when will you wait?!
Qi Luoer gritted his teeth and quietly turned around and walked towards the door.
My hand just touched the door handle.
Suddenly, I heard Yue Wushang groan behind me, and it made a thud as if it fell to the ground.
Qi Luo'er was taken aback. Before he could think of what to do, he was already flying back.
Yue Wushang was half-sitting on the ground, his starry eyes half-squinted.
The candlelight in the room was dim, and the swaying halo cast a silhouette on his face, half-light and half-dark.
Because he was drunk, his lips were as red as red, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, and his long eyebrows were drawn into his temples, as if they were dyed with ink.
She was still breathtakingly beautiful, but her face seemed to have a faint layer of tiredness.
"Yue Wushang, I need to sleep on the bed. It's too cold underground."
Qi Luoer pushed him slightly.
Yue Wushang did not open his eyes or move.[
Qi Luoer sighed helplessly.
Subconsciously, she reached out her hand and half-supported, half-hugged him.
The familiar breath rushed straight into his nose, Qi Luoer felt dazed for a while, and his eyes became blurry.
How long has she been craving this embrace?
But it turns out that he can only have it again when he is drunk...