When Zhuo Ye heard this, he raised his head, looked at Feng Linche, and asked in a very suspicious tone: "My lord...are you serious?"
Feng Lince narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Zhuo Ye leisurely, and said lightly: "You don't have to believe it."
Damn! What kind of answer is this? Zhuo Ye was depressed, looked down at the wine glass in front of him, and sighed to himself, that’s all! Let’s just bet for once! Anyway, she also saw it, in front of him, she was the one in the hands of the Tathagata Buddha.
Sun Wukong, the little mouse under the cat's paw! Even if she doesn't believe him, he will find other ways to force her to drink this wine.
Zhuo Ye picked up the wine glass sadly and thought bitterly in his heart: "Just wait! Sun Wukong will also become a Buddha! There is also a Jerry mouse among the little mice! One day you will fall into my hands, look.
How can I punish you!"
Gritting his teeth, glaring, and raising his neck, a cup of chrysanthemum brew flowed down Zhuo Ye's throat and into his stomach...
Feng Lince's eyebrows were raised high. Looking at Zhuo Ye's look of death, he couldn't help but wonder, is this Qingju wine so bad to drink? He picked up his wine glass and took a sip, savoring it carefully.
Obviously...it's quite refreshing...
Zhuo Ye put down the wine glass and licked her lips twice, savoring the taste of the chrysanthemum wine. Hmm... the smooth and soft taste had a hint of sweetness, and it was not as bitter or spicy as she had imagined.
It's pungent, and there's a faint fragrance of chrysanthemum spreading in your mouth...
The alcohol content of this ancient wine might not be too high, right? Zhuo Ye guessed in his mind... However, this thought was just her last trace of sobriety...
Feng Lince drank all the wine in his own glass, then filled up their glasses, then raised his eyes and looked at Zhuo Ye silently.
Zhuo Ye picked up the wine glass, raised his neck, and drank it obediently...
Feng Lince was slightly surprised. She drank this cup quite happily...
Feng Lince picked up the wine pot and filled Zhuo Ye's empty cup.
After Zhuo Ye drank his third cup of chrysanthemum brew, Feng Linche finally saw that something was wrong with her...
At this moment, Zhuo Ye's expression actually looked a little dull, but inexplicably, it gave people an unusually cute and cute feeling, and... he also seemed to have a bit of a sultry charm...
Her big eyes seemed to be covered with a halo of mist, indescribably dreamy and blurry, and two intoxicating crimson clouds flew up on her smooth and delicate face, which made her already very beautiful.
The little face is even more touching, and the full little mouth is slightly pouted, as red as a ripe cherry, making people want to take it in their mouth and taste it...
Feng Lince looked at Zhuo Ye in shock for a while, then finally his throat moved and he said, "Are you... okay?"
"Well..." Zhuo Ye's little mouth came out with a confused sound, and his watery puppy-like eyes blinked twice, as if he was trying hard to think about Feng Linche's question just now.
Feng Linche stretched out a hand and waved it in front of Zhuo Ye's eyes: "What is this?"
Zhuo Ye's eyes chased Feng Lince's slender hand, and finally he stretched out his hands with some annoyance and grabbed the big hand that made her dizzy...
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ps: jerry is the little mouse in the cartoon "Tom and Jerry" who loves to play with cats.