"This..." Zhuo Ye looked at the table full of dishes and was a little stunned. They were all her favorite dishes! He and her had not eaten together several times. How could he know her so well?
taste?
"Eat." Feng Lince picked up a chopstick and put it into Zhuo Ye's bowl.
"Thank you." Zhuo Ye grabbed the chopsticks, lowered his head, and put the food into his mouth.
Feng Lince didn't eat much himself. Most of the time he was picking up vegetables for Zhuo Ye, but he didn't just pick them up blindly. After Zhuo Ye finished eating what was in the bowl, he would pick up some more. This even surprised Zhuo Ye.
The key is: whatever she wants to eat next, basically, she will pick up whatever she wants with the next chopstick!
Zhuo Ye started to keep stealing glances at Feng Linche, thinking to himself: This guy must be able to read minds...
There were also wine bottles and wine glasses on the table. Feng Lince would occasionally pick up the wine glass and take a sip while serving Zhuo Ye.
Fortunately, there is only one wine glass, Zhuo Ye thought with relief...
"Ye'er." Feng Lince suddenly called.
"Um?"
"Come have a drink with me." Feng Lince said calmly.
"Ah?!" Zhuo Ye was dumbfounded. The thought just crossed her mind just now. How could it happen so quickly...
While Zhuo Ye was stunned, Feng Linche had already filled up his wine glass and pushed it in front of Zhuo Ye.
"You know my drinking capacity..." Zhuo Ye said with a grimace.
"Yes." Feng Lince nodded: "Ye'er looks very cute and charming after drinking."
"You..." Zhuo Ye couldn't help but froze when she heard Feng Linche's frank words. When she thought about what he meant, two beautiful red clouds suddenly burned on her face: "What do you want to do?"
Feng Linche looked at Zhuo Ye's guarded look and couldn't help but laugh: "Ye'er, what do you think I want to do to you?"
"..." The red cloud on Zhuo Ye's face burned even brighter...
"Ye'er, what are you thinking about?" Feng Lince stretched out a slender finger and poked Zhuo Ye's tender face: "You haven't drank yet, why are you so red?"
Zhuo Ye slapped Feng Lince's fingers away from his face and stared at him in shame and silence.
"Drink, Ye'er..." Feng Lince looked at Zhuo Ye tenderly and affectionately, and said coaxingly.
Zhuo Ye stared blankly at Feng Linche's deep eyes, as if he had been bewitched. The image of her reflected in those eyes was so clear...
Zhuo Ye's eyes did not leave Feng Lince's handsome face, but a small hand unconsciously reached towards the wine glass on the table...
"Don't drink, don't drink!" The moment he touched the wine glass, Zhuo Ye suddenly woke up, retracted his paws as if he was electrocuted, shook his little head like a rattle, and then asked with wide eyes in horror: "Can you give me a drink?"
What kind of sorcery?"
Magic?! Feng Lince was stunned for a moment, when did he know any magic...
"Ye'er, just one cup." Feng Lince then said softly.
"I won't drink a cup!" Zhuo Ye said and tightly closed his lips.
"Ye'er, are you serious about not drinking?" Feng Lince asked with raised eyebrows.
"Don't drink!" After Zhuo Ye uttered two words, he continued to press his lips tightly.
Feng Lince's handsome eyes flashed slightly, he stared at Zhuo Ye for a while, and then suddenly said: "I don't mind feeding you myself."
"ah?!"
Before Zhuo Ye's head could turn around, Feng Lince had already picked up the wine glass in front of her, raised her neck, poured all the wine into her mouth, put down the wine glass, reached out and clasped Zhuo Ye's head, and her lips softened.
Slowly he moved towards her delicate little mouth...
"I'll drink! I'll drink! I'll drink it myself..." Just when their lips were about to touch, Zhuo Ye covered Feng Lince's mouth with a slumped face, as if compromising.
shouted.
It's so sad, why does she always succumb to his power...
Although Feng Lince felt a little regretful, he still let go of his hand holding Zhuo Ye's head.
After swallowing the wine in his mouth, Feng Lince moved as gracefully as flowing water, filled another glass of wine and pushed it in front of Zhuo Ye.
Zhuo Ye frowned, looked at Feng Lince, and then at the wine glass in front of her. Just one glass, so she wouldn't be very drunk, right? She thought luckily.
Finally, Zhuo Ye took it up as if he was dead, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, raised his head and drank it...
"Ye'er, actually you don't have to drink so tragically." Feng Linche finally couldn't help but laugh.
"Classmate Feng San, actually you don't have to use such harsh words..." These were Zhuo Ye's last words when he was still conscious...
The wine this time was "Jiulan Chun", which was much stronger than the "Qing Ju Nang" Zhuo Ye drank last time. One cup was enough to get her drunk...
While Feng Linche was still wondering what the word "classmate" meant, Zhuo Ye's mind was already in a state of chaos...
"Ye'er..." Feng Lince looked at Zhuo Ye's dull expression and misty eyes and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. She got drunk so quickly? Her drinking capacity is really bad!
Feng Lince stretched out a hand, touched Zhuo Ye's tender face with a pink glow, rubbed it gently with the pads of her fingers, and sighed in her heart, she looked so drunk and delicious.
Tempting...but actually, he wanted her to face him soberly...
Under Feng Lince's touch, Zhuo Ye narrowed his eyes comfortably, and like an obedient little animal, he gently rubbed his hand a few times...
Feng Lince's hand trembled, and his throat rolled with difficulty. Then he raised the other hand, holding Zhuo Ye's peach-like face with both hands cherishingly, and called out in a low voice: "Ye'er...
…”
"Well..." Zhuo Ye's full, slightly open mouth uttered a thought-provoking single tone, and he opened his watery eyes in a daze, looking at Feng Linche in a daze.
Feng Linche resisted the urge to hold her in his arms and feel sorry for her, calmed his mind, looked into Zhuo Ye's eyes for a moment, and asked softly: "Ye'er... tell me, do you have any
miss me?"
His soft voice was full of endless affection and deep expectations, as well as a trace of suppressed nervousness...
Yes, that’s right, it’s nervousness!
The reason why he made her drink today was to ask her this question: "Do you miss me..."
He was not sure of his position in her heart. He had never been sure! This feeling of being unable to grasp, guess, and control made him very uncomfortable! It was an discomfort that could not be described in words.
Scratching and teasing his heart all the time...
But just now in the teahouse, this uncomfortable feeling suddenly reached its peak! It made him almost breathless! But it also aroused his eagerness to get an answer...
Feng Linche glanced at the dizzy Zhuo Ye in front of him. This tough-talking little elf...he had no choice but to make this move...