Xuanyuan Yehan suddenly lowered his head and approached Murong Li, the smell of wine lingering on his lips and teeth.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Murong Li seemed to hear a hint of endearment in his voice. Murong Li stared at the handsome face magnified in front of her, her eyes dilated.
She took a slight step back, it must have been her misunderstanding.
Seeing her retreating, Xuanyuan Yehan seemed extremely dissatisfied. He pulled Murong Li into his arms and hugged her gently.
Sensing her struggle, Xuanyuan Yehan chuckled and rested his chin on her shoulder, "Can you give me a hug, please? Just for a while..."
The pleading voice made Murong Li stop her movements, and her hand gently patted Xuanyuan Yehan's back. At this time, Xuanyuan Yehan was like a child.
"Xuanyuan Yehan, what's wrong with you?"
The soft and waxy voice was filled with imperceptible concern.
Xuanyuan Yehan gently held her waist and held her in his arms, "Xiao Li'er, do you know? This king is a bastard..."
Murong Li, who patted his back, was stunned when she heard this.
She took the opportunity to snatch the wine jar from Xuanyuan Yehan's hand and threw it to the ground. Suddenly, the sound of the wine jar breaking was heard.
The sound was deafening, waking up Xuanyuan Yehan who was intoxicated with alcohol.
Xuanyuan Yehan's drunken and hazy eyes suddenly became clear, and a hint of murderous intent flashed through him. When he saw the surrounding scene clearly, the murderous intent suddenly disappeared.
He lowered his eyes and looked.
seem……
What was he hugging?
seem……
Is the thing he is holding still warm?
Xuanyuan Yehan pushed the things in his arms away. When he saw that it was Murong Li who was pushing away, Xuanyuan Yehan's mouth twitched. It seemed that what he just pushed away was Wenxiang Nephrite?
He was slightly annoyed, but he never missed an opportunity to tease Murong Li, "Oh, Xiao Li'er, you actually threw yourself into my arms while I was drunk... Didn't I say that I'm not interested in you?
Are you interested in beauties?"
His voice was naughty, and he took out the folding fan in a very coquettish manner.
Murong Li lowered his head and for the first time did not talk back to Xuanyuan Yehan.
"This king is a bastard." Xuanyuan Yehan's words echoed in his mind for a long time.
She pursed her lips and then belatedly raised her head.