too affectionate

Chapter 333

Yan Han saw the jug, and immediately said sharply to Wan Yan: "Why is there still wine...Second Miss, you don't mean to get the servant girl drunk again this time!"

"Hey Yanhan, you stinky girl! Am I this kind of person in your heart!" Wanyan blamed her angrily, took a wine glass and filled it up, put it in front of Yan Han first, poured another glass and put it away. in front of myself.

"Second Miss, of course you are not." Yan Han shook her head resolutely, but her eyes were filled with "Otherwise, what do you think! Of course you are!"

"Oh, why do you still remember what happened for so long? Last time, I was young and ignorant. Now that I am such an adult, of course I won't be so boring!" Picking up his own wine glass, he said excitedly: "It's rare for the two of us to have a meal today. It's still such a cold day. Let's drink a cup of hot wine to warm our hearts. We should also eat a little more to make today more enjoyable!"

Wanyan tried her best to fool around, with a sincere and serious face, she raised her neck after she finished speaking, and poured a cup of hot wine into her mouth.

The hot sake rolled down Wanyan's throat, bringing a burst of hot warmth.

Wanyan immediately shouted in her heart: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, this wine!how!so!Spicy!Oh my god my nose is smoking... How can there be such a nasty thing in the world!Why are there so many people drinking too much? They have a grudge against themselves...

However, although Wanyan was upset in her heart, she tried her best to pretend to be enjoying herself on the surface. Although she was still grinning from the heat, she still praised her hoarse voice: "Good... good Wine is good wine...how cool is the word!"

After drinking, Wanyan still imitated the way men drink, she lit the bottom of her cup to Yanhan.

Seeing this, Yan Han was also on the verge of riding a tiger, but she could no longer shirk it, so she had to pick up the wine glass, and drank it down as if dying.

Before she could swallow this mouthful, Yan Han was already coughing violently from choking, her eyes were red from coughing.

Wanyan hurriedly moved closer, coughing crazily like a tuberculosis patient, knocking Yanhan on the back, then immediately picked up the chopsticks and pinched Yanhan fiercely, and said repeatedly: "Come, come, eat food, eat quickly!" vegetable!"

After finishing speaking, taking advantage of Yan Han's inattention, Wanyan filled Yan Han's wine glass again.

Yan Han took a bite of the food, and at a glance, she saw that her wine glass was filled again, her little face became bitter immediately, she looked up at Wan Yan resentfully, and said pitifully: "No, miss, I still want to drink... "

"This..." Wanyan looked at Yanhan's reluctant little face, and she didn't want to force others to be difficult, but she really had her brother's life's happiness on her immature shoulders, so she had to calm down and start fooling around again. .

"Yanhan, you don't understand. The snow, the cold moon, and the warm wine are the three necessary enjoyments in winter. Just think about drinking such a cup of hot shochu in such a cold day. Seeing that scorching breath go all the way down the throat, warming the heart and lungs, warming the liver and spleen, and warming the whole body, no matter how bad or cold things are, you can't survive in this warm body, what should this be like? Enjoy!"

While talking, Wanyan held the wine glass with one hand, and stroked the wine glass from her throat to her heart with the other hand, as if she had already enjoyed it.

With the experience of being cheated when she was a child, Yan Han is very vigilant towards Wanyan. Now she looks at Wanyan's eloquence, but she is not fooled, so she blinks her big innocent eyes and looks at Wanyan, and the wine in her glass .

At this time, Wanyan sighed with regret in her heart, and secretly said with emotion: It's really... I can't just mess with people in the future, it's too desolate for no one to believe me at the critical moment...

There's no way, Yan Han won't be fooled, Wan Yan can only smile bitterly, and solemnly raises her glass to drink again, looking like she's enjoying herself.

Xuan Yi, you bloody bastard!Why are you chasing people, I drink alcohol! ! !This year, half of your life was spent for your grandfather. If you don't give me the rest of your life, you will still be human! ?
Although Yan Han vaguely felt that there was something wrong with Wan Yan, but seeing that Wan Yan had already drank, Yan Han picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Two people just like this, you have a cup and I have a cup. Before eating a few bites of food, the pot of soju is the first to see the bottom.

At this time, Yan Han's face had gradually turned red, and her eyes were blurred. She only felt that her head weighed ten, and if she didn't support her, she would fall down.

As the consciousness was pulled away from her mind little by little, the last trace of consciousness left in Yanhan's mind asked herself in a trance: Hey...where is this...why the sky...the sky and the earth are spinning... Turn around... Hey, why did the heavens and the earth merge together...?
Yan Han lowered her head and stretched out her hands to look, only to see that she had grown a lot of hands, with too many fingers to count.

Just when Yan Han was trying to count how many hands she had, she suddenly saw a hand inexplicably appearing, slender, white and tender, and grasped her hand accurately.

At that moment, the bunch of dangling hands disappeared, only the hand holding her was left.

Even if she didn't raise her head, even if she was just looking at her hands, even if she was so drunk that she didn't even know how many hands she had, Yan Han still recognized right away that it was Xuan Yi's hand.

"Oh..." Yan Han nodded thoughtfully, and said to herself, "So I... I was dreaming..."

While whispering, Yan Han raised her head tremblingly, and looked at the person in front of her in the dream.

At this moment, Xuan Yi, who was standing in front of her, saw Yan Han staring at her, her eyes were reddening round and round like that, until the redness reached the bottom, and the redness could not be redder.

Before Xuan Yi could speak, Yan Han's other hand was tremblingly raised, approaching her inch by inch carefully, so careful, so obsessed, so longing, like a person in the dark, Stretch out to catch your own sun.

Even in her dream, even if she thought it wasn't real, she was still so cautious and humble.

In the end, Yan Han's hand finally landed on Xuan Yi's face, but it was so light, so light that it was unreal, like a piece of snow or a flower.

"Master...Master..."

(End of this chapter)