Chapter 392 (1/2)

And that night.

Warm wine took Xie Heng to the wine cellar in the house, lit a lamp, took out the wine brewed in the past, opened the seal, directly poured it on a large bowl, and placed a whole row in front of the boy, with ten bowls.

She put her hand on the wine jar and said, ”drink whatever you want.”

Xie Heng laughed, ”young lady, you are really...”

”How can I?” Wenjiu picked slightly from the corner of his eye. ”Didn't you say you wanted to drink? It's not enough to say what you wanted? If it's not enough, I'll bring it to you. The most important thing in our family is wine.”

Many of the wines made by warm wine have been left behind. Thinking that the aged wines are rare, they are rarely given to outsiders, so they are kept for their own people to drink.

As she spoke, she turned to carry the wine.

The next moment.

Xie Heng stretched out his hand and held her wrist. ”My little lady, you can sit down.”

The young man smiled on his lips in a gentle and affectionate tone.

The smell of wine is everywhere, and a candle is dim in the middle of the night.

Warm wine sat beside him, took his hand back without trace, took up a bowl of wine to respect the boy, ”Na, drink my wine, but...”

The second half of her sentence ”don't be unhappy” hasn't finished yet.

Then Xie Heng said, ”I drank your wine and I'm your man.”

He looked up and drank the wine in the bowl.

Wenjiu was stunned: ”....”

What's wrong with this?

Xie Heng put his hand on his ear and looked at her.

The side face of the young handsome unmarried man was shrouded in fire, and a pair of amber eyes were shining, reflecting her appearance.

”Ah Jiu.”

He suddenly whispered to her.

Wen Jiu took a deep breath, took a bowl of wine and drank it all at once. Then he felt his mind back and answered, ”huh?”

Xie Heng stretched out his hand and gently wiped the wine stains on the corners of her lips with his finger. He couldn't help but hook his lips. ”Why is it so urgent?”

Wenjiu's cheek was a little hot and leaned back slightly.

Heart: drink to strengthen courage.

In the middle of the night, lonely men and women didn't feel anything before. Now it's... Mostly guilty.

A boy like Xie Heng, who was born with a gorgeous face, even when he was hostile, still couldn't help feeling that he was blessed, let alone now.

One more look, one more look.

What should I do?

”Why don't you talk?” Xie Heng stood up with one hand on the table.

Then, he leaned over slowly, sniffed the wine on her lips, and said in a low voice, ”how can I smell... The wine you just drank, especially fragrant?”

The warm lips of teenagers are close at hand.

As long as you warm wine and open your mouth, you can touch it.

It was quiet in the dead of night.

Only each other's heartbeat is particularly clear.

The young man kissed down slowly. Warm wine was a little unstable. He grabbed Xie Heng's sleeve in one hand and fastened the corner of the table in the other hand. His long eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.