Biting her lip, she saw Bai Yiyan coming to pour the wine again. The twisted waist was even more enchanting than hers, and she was speechless for a moment.
This is really going to make Yanji drunk.
She stared at him from behind, and found that the area around his ears and neck had turned red at some point, and his sitting posture was a little wrong.
The young master from an aristocratic family has been taught how to sit and look when he was young. Even though Yan Ji is not rigid, the things engraved in his bones are not easy to change. His every move always reveals a kind of elegance.
But at this moment, he was sitting in front of the desk with one knee up, which was a bit too outrageous.
There are reckless warriors on the left and right, and the mess is even worse after drinking. Yan Ji's sitting posture is actually the most solemn, and no one can see that he is wrong.
But Zining glanced down, suddenly Fu Ling's heart came.
He is
Yanji is already thirty, and still so energetic.
Zi Ning was in a complicated mood.
Looking at the half-eaten venison on the table, she understood.
Bai Yiyan flaunted her winking eyes frequently, showing off her figure, but Yanji remained indifferent, drinking one cup after another.
However, with venison and wine to add to the fun, and a room full of men, this makes the fire very hot.
Someone pulled the maidservant beside her to act mischievously, and there was a moment of chaos in the field.
Zi Ning frowned.
She had followed Yanji in and out of so many places, but this was the first time she encountered such a thing.
She was a little panicked, and hugged Yanji's sword tightly.
The scabbard scratched the ground.
Yanji moved her ears and turned her face slightly.
Looking at the field again, he became displeased.
It stained her eyes in vain.
He slowly put down the wine glass with a muffled click.
But some people don't know their surname after drinking some wine. Although there are many maidservants in the arena, they are not as dazzling as the number one beauty.
? Five people left the table and walked towards Zi Ning who was behind Yan Ji.
That woman lives in the world of mortals with a calm attitude, and this demeanor alone is enough to make people ecstatic.
They are approaching, and the onlookers are eager to move.
Seven steps, six steps, five steps.
A cold light flashed.
The blood splattered three feet, and all five people fell down to death.
Zi Ning slowly raised his eyes, only a black scabbard remained in his arms.
Yan Ji held a sword in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked stunned, and smelled of alcohol.
A column of blood dripped from the snow-white sword.
He put the sword back into its sheath, and put half of his body on Zining.
His mouth was full of intoxicating alcohol, and he blew hotly into her ears: "I'm back."
Zining supported his waist, and led him past the corpses without blinking.
Bai Yiyan was right there, his face was pale and his heart was hot.
Zi Ning's skill is shallow, carrying the tall and long-legged Yanji on his back, he is out of breath after walking a long distance, his clothes are crooked, and his temple hair is disheveled.
Fortunately, it was getting late, there were no pedestrians on the road, and the lights were dim, so the two of them didn't have to care about their appearance.
She straightened up to look at the road, Yanji tightened her neck so that she couldn't lift her head.
"Master, master" Zi Ning called him softly, his neck was very sore.
Yan Ji probably drank too much, so he snorted, sounding hazy.
Zi Ning carried him with his sword in his arms, panting slightly.
She stopped, changed her posture, and hugged the sword tightly for fear of falling.
But Yan Ji groped in her arms in a daze, and finally took the sword back, and held it by himself, completely pressing on Zi Ning.
Zi Ning took a step back, nearly fell, and quickly grabbed his arm to stabilize himself.
Just now, she was ripped away by his big hands, and her clothes were all opened. She blushed, and she could only persuade herself that he was too drunk.
Yanji hummed on her shoulder, the strong smell of alcohol combined with the expensive incense, his manly smell and scorching breath made her neck hot.
Too drunk.
Zi Ning thought uncomfortably.
She carefully hugged his waist and leaned him against her. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com