Chapter 159 Immortal Lord, stop flirting, be careful of your... (Thirteen)
The voice was hoarse and a little bit seductive, mixed with fatigue.
Yu Huo was forced to stop and look sideways.
Jiang Feng's eyes were fixed on him, filled with surprise and shyness. That shyness even overflowed from the corners of his eyes, spreading a layer of crimson along his earlobes and even to the tips of his ears...
Yu Huo looked at her for a while, until he dodged her gaze for a moment, then he chuckled shamelessly: "Yes, I kissed you."
Jiang Feng's eyelashes trembled twice quickly, and he raised his eyes again: "Why?"
It seemed as if the momentary retreat just now was an illusion, but the fists secretly clenched in the wide sleeves became the only flaw in his nervousness and expectation.
When the person in front of him didn't speak, his temperament was particularly cold and exclusive, but when those charming and seductive eyes narrowed into a comfortable arc, all the illusions were torn apart, and he even looked more like a fox than the transformed fox spirits of their demon clan.
"Because we are Taoist companions?" After saying that, Yu Huo did not break free from the other's hand. He sat down beside him leisurely, opened the bottle, and added, "I won't feel guilty if I kiss you, but I might get beaten if I kiss someone else."
Yu Huo has never had any resistance to good wine. In his previous life, he was controlled too strictly and was suppressed too much. Now he inexplicably has a mentality of a poor man who has suddenly become rich and is engaging in revengeful consumption.
All his attention was focused on the jar of wine in front of him. It was as if his inner voice had been muted. He was so busy drinking that he didn't even notice the reaction of the person next to him.
And his perfunctory answer obviously did not satisfy the other party.
What does it mean that if you kiss someone, you might get beaten? Does this person still want to kiss someone?
Jiang Feng was speechless for a moment, and felt a little aggrieved.
The drinking immortal's skin was as white as the snow outside the window, but his hair was black and smooth, as if it was soaked in ink. Especially when those particularly seductive eyes were no longer looking at him, his cold and stern temperament emerged again, wrapping him up in it, making him look distant and indifferent.
He almost involuntarily clenched his wrists, fearing that the person would disappear if he let go.
Yu Huo was not a wooden man, and Jiang Feng's grip hurt him with no lightness or force.
But he was not a squeamish person. He just raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at the other person lazily: "Why are you staring at me?"
The sudden question broke the silence and helped the stunned person regain his composure.
Facing the pair of fox eyes with a smile, Jiang Feng looked away almost instantly. He wanted to refute, but he couldn't speak because he was caught red-handed. His heart was beating like a drum: "I..."
Before he could finish, the other party suddenly shook the wine jar in his hand, which he had not yet finished, and asked, "Are you greedy?"
It seemed like they were giving each other a way out. Jiang Feng felt relieved, but a sense of loss suddenly arose in his heart for no reason, and he hummed in a trance.
"Really?" The voice that reached my ears was clear, with a long ending tone that sounded inexplicably unserious.
Then the wine jar knocked against the table, and his chin was suddenly pinched by the hand that had just put down the wine jar, gently lifting his face up so that he could no longer avoid the gaze.
At this moment, he felt the urgent thirst spreading to his throat again. Jiang Feng endured the difficulty and said, "Well, I, I have never drunk alcohol, I want to try it."
Hearing his words, the Immortal Lord's eyes became even more captivated. His gaze, which could not be ignored, slid down from the tip of his nose to his lips. His eyes were deep, and even the words he spoke were somewhat meaningful and bewitching: "Okay, then I'll give you a taste."
The person who was pinching his chin did not let go of him as he wished. Instead, he moved forward and moved closer to him while talking.
A light aroma of wine filled my nose, and as the other party continued to approach, the aroma of wine became stronger and stronger...
Jiang Feng's Adam's apple moved, and he subconsciously closed his eyes. His lips opened slightly because of the subtle thirst.
After a few seconds, he suddenly realized that the aroma of wine was no longer getting stronger, and his back subconsciously stiffened.
The moment I opened my eyes, I met the other person's mischievous eyes.
The corners of the Immortal Lord's eyes were still red from the alcohol, and his expression revealed a hint of ill intent: "Are you sure you're craving the wine, and not... me?"
“…”
As soon as the words fell, the hand that was pinching his chin suddenly loosened. Yu Huo stood up straight, his brows and eyes showing a trace of distraction: "Drinking is harmful to your health. Since you have never drunk alcohol, then don't try it."
Yu Huo has always been good at teasing and running away. He felt happy, but this relaxed attitude made Jiang Feng's eyes red with anger.
His gaze swept across the Immortal Lord's thin lips, which were becoming increasingly moist due to the stains of wine. His eyes were dim and his expression became undisguisedly sinister.
The cold wind outside the window makes people who drink cold wine alone feel more isolated.
Heartbreaking alienation.
Jiang Feng took a deep breath, looked down at his fingertips that were still tightly gripping the other person's wrist, and pulled with all his might as if he had given it his all.
As if he had not expected his sudden action, Yu Huo was suddenly pulled forward by the force, and even the half-drunk jar of wine in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. The wine flowed out of the broken jar and instantly wet the ground.
A cool hand touched his back, slid down quickly, and suddenly hooked his waist. Yu Huo's expression froze slightly, his eyes showing surprise, but he did not struggle: "What are you doing?"
The setting sun had sunk deep below the horizon at some point, and Jiang Feng's gorgeous face was hidden in the misty darkness. His unclear figure gradually approached, seemingly carrying a suffocating sense of oppression. He lowered his eyes and glanced at the half-drunk and half-awake Immortal Lord in his arms.
He seemed to stare at it for a long time before answering with a trembling voice, "Just a taste, it shouldn't be harmful."
It was obvious that she lacked confidence in what she said, but her actions were forceful and could not be ignored. She moved her hand around him slightly, and then she bent her fingers and pinched his waist tightly.
Jiang Feng's eyes, hidden in the darkness, became even deeper, and his fingertips gently caressed the other person's waistline.
It seems to feel very good, and is as thin and tough as I imagined.
Yu Huo swallowed his saliva and even felt the hot breath rising along his collarbone, from his neck to his earlobe, and then moving along the earlobe to the corner of his mouth.
Attached to the climbing property of wood plants, the breath was like countless small hooks, wrapping around every inch of his skin, sticking tightly to it, refusing to give up.
The next second, his lips were covered by something soft, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees that spread in his mouth, almost driving away all the air around him, domineering and tough.
The eyes so close to him were contrary to their usual behavior. They did not close their eyes shyly like before, but instead controlled their gaze to pass over the corners of his eyes that were red from the smell of alcohol, and stared straight at his blurred pupils as if in revenge.
Yu Huo felt a little upset when he was being looked at.
She didn't get drunk from drinking or kissing, but she was almost fainted by Jiang Feng's gaze.
He blinked frantically, raised his hand to cover his burning eyes, turned his head away like a defeated army, clenched his fists and complained: "Why did you kiss me all of a sudden? Are you sick?"
Jiang Feng was silent for a few seconds, then said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not sick. I'll get beaten if I kiss others, but not you."
“…”
This sounds so familiar~
It sounded so familiar that Yu Huo was forced to loosen his clenched fists, no longer able to swing them with confidence...
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