(MTL) The Dodder Beauty and The Paranoid Villain [QT]

47 | Demon Lord and his White Moonlight

Xie Huai hadn't realized that a gaze from the side had been on his face for a long time, but at this moment his expression could not be said to be lost or relaxed, in short, it was not as solemn and tense as before.

Seeing that hand suddenly stopped within half a finger of the jug, Xie Huai was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, looked away unnaturally and took a sip of the tea next to him.

He heard Fu Yan smiled lightly, and said, "If you're so reluctant, are you afraid that I'll waste everything?"

Xie Huai immediately lowered his head and coughed a few times.

"Okay, this is yours, I'll drink another pot." She thought he was choking on something, and coaxed him while helping him.

"...!" Xie Huai stopped coughing suddenly, raised his head immediately, and watched him pour wine into his glass, but there was nothing unusual about the wine on the surface.

Mozun is worthy of being a Mozun. Drinking wine is like drinking water, and it is impossible to tell whether he is drunk or not.

Xie Huai could only drink a little, and he substituted tea for wine for the rest.

From the corner of the eye, Xie Huai caught a glimpse of the jug placed by the table, Xie Huai pursed his lips tightly, and lowered his eyes to hide the emotion in it.

The food in front of him was left to cool down. Obviously, Xie Huai didn't even take a few bites.

I don't know how long it took, Fu Yan, who had drank most of the pot of wine without changing his face and still had clear eyes, suddenly put his hands on his forehead, closed his eyes and frowned, looking like he was really drunk, and then leaned towards him slightly .

"What's wrong with this dish? It's dangling around? I can't catch it, Ah Huai..."

Hearing this name unexpectedly, Xie Huai froze, and his attention was immediately attracted. This sound was uttered so easily, as if it had been uttered countless times with proficiency.

However, he didn't catch the slightest sense of familiarity that flashed by.

Xie Huai felt that he really drank too much.

Before he could recover, the smell of alcohol suddenly became stronger.

The strong smell of alcohol made it easy for people to believe that he was drunk, of course the premise was not to look into his eyes.

Xie Huai chose to ignore it, and after a while, he picked up a spoon and filled him with a bowl of white fungus soup, and used serving chopsticks to pick up a plate of vegetables for him, which contained everything he wanted or didn't want to eat.

"Only these are still hot."

Fu Yan looked at the pile of dishes, and said with a deep smile, "I don't eat hot ones, I eat cold ones." "..."

This

person He was playing tricks on him at all, Xie Huai turned his head and looked at him unfriendly, two clusters of small flames seemed to be burning in his eyes.

Seeing that those sharp and narrow eyes didn't have the slightest bit of drunkenness in his mouth, they were still deep and clear, as if there was a little smile.

The flames in Xie Huai's eyes should have been burning brighter, but just before he wanted to speak, his vision suddenly became dim, and the scene in front of him was quickly felt but not clearly seen, his head seemed to be disturbed , causing him to spin around, his eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.