Chapter 580 (1/2)

Wen Jiuxing blinked and ate the porridge handed by Xie Heng to her lips. The paste was not clear: ”the silver ticket is not refundable.”

Xie Heng's sword eyebrow slightly picked: ”huh?”

Wen Jiu glanced at the bed, then raised his eyes to Xie Heng's eyes and said seriously, ”those silver tickets were given to me when you entered the princess's house. You regret it too late. The silver tickets will not be returned if you leave.”

Xie Heng put the atherosclerotic bowl on the table, picked up a plate of plum blossom cake and handed it to her. With a smile, he said, ”you can't even remember me. You've never forgotten that you want to live with gold and silver.”

His lips were slightly raised. Somehow, his words were a little sour.

Wen Jiu took a plum blossom cake and bit it. He couldn't help saying, ”what are you sour?”

Xie Heng turned the white jade plate in his hand a few times. When he lifted his eyes and looked at the warm wine, her appearance was reflected in a pair of amber eyes. The eyes were faint and said, ”if you kiss me, I won't be sour.”

”What... Cough...” Wen Jiu almost choked on a mouthful of plum blossom cake and coughed several times before he came back.

She was puzzled and said, ”do those subjects in Dayan know that you are such a... Frivolous person?”

”I don't know.” Xie Heng put down the white jade plate, poured another cup of tea and handed it to her. ”If you like, you can also try my heavy and heavy appearance.”

What he said was too natural.

Warm wine didn't react at all.

She drank tea and half of the cup went into her throat before she realized it for a few minutes. She couldn't help lowering her voice and asked, ”shouldn't you mean what I think?”

Xie Heng has a slender figure and a person like Yushu. He can't match the words heavy and heavy.

Of course, except... When.

Xie Heng picked slightly from the corner of his eye, ”obviously that's what you think.”

Wen Jiu suddenly felt that the tea lamp was a little hot, so he quickly put it aside. After a while, he slowed down, pretended to be calm and said, ”full of nonsense! How do you know what I just thought? I just...”

”Naturally, it's warm in the spring night in the red tent. I know whether I'm light or heavy when I'm a real husband and wife.”

Xie Heng interrupted her with a smile and directly connected.

When the sound fell, he slowly bent his head and approached the warm wine. The moment when his thin lips were about to touch the center of her eyebrows

Wen Jiu suddenly picked up the soft pillow on the side and hit him in the face, ”presumptuous! Is this what you want?”

She has some unstable breath, her hair is messy and scattered, and she only wears a white lining. Speaking of such words, she doesn't have much momentum. Instead, it's like a cat exploding its hair, tender and soft. Xie Heng wants to hold it tightly in her arms so that she can be spoiled.

He was not angry when he was hit in the face with a pillow by warm wine. He stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms.

Warm wine stuffed the soft pillow into his arms. His cheeks were red, but he had to pretend that he had not been affected at all. ”It's not proper for you to talk to me and hug all day!”

When the waitresses on the side heard this, they bowed their heads and covered their ears and retreated.

They want to live a few more years.

Who can think that the Lord of Yan, who kills people without blinking an eye, will look like such a low brow, smiling, beating and scolding in front of his sweetheart?