The prince is too bad, the princess is too strange

"This..." Zhuo Ye was a little dazed looking at the table full of dishes, but all of them were her favorite dishes!He and her haven't had dinner together a few times, how could he know her taste so well?

"Let's eat." Feng Lince picked up a dish with chopsticks and put it in Zhuo Ye's bowl.

"Thank you." Zhuo Ye grabbed the chopsticks and put the food into his mouth with a sullen head.

Feng Lince didn't eat much by himself, most of the time he was picking up vegetables for Zhuo Ye, but not blindly, he would pick up some more after Zhuo Ye finished eating what was in the bowl.What surprised Zhuo Ye even more was: what she wanted to eat next, basically, what he would pick up with the next chopsticks!

Zhuo Ye began to sneak glances at Feng Lince, thinking to himself: This guy, could it be that he can read minds...

There were wine pots and wine glasses on the table, and Feng Lince would occasionally take a sip from the wine glass when she was serving food for Zhuo Ye.

Fortunately, there is only one wine glass, Zhuo Ye thought at ease...

"Ye'er." Feng Lince suddenly called out.

"Ok?"

"Come have a drink with me." Feng Lince said lightly.

"Ah?!" Zhuo Ye was dumbfounded, the idea just flashed through her just now, why did she...

While Zhuo Ye was in a daze, Feng Lince had already filled his wine glass and pushed it in front of Zhuo Ye.

"You know my drinking capacity..." Zhuo Ye said with a bitter face.

"En." Feng Lince nodded: "Ye'er's appearance after drinking is very cute and charming."

"You..." Hearing Feng Lince's frank words, Zhuo Ye couldn't help being stunned, and when she recalled what he said, two beautiful red clouds suddenly burned on her face: "What do you want to do?"

Looking at Zhuo Ye's guarded look, Feng Lince couldn't help laughing and said, "Ye'er, what do you think I want to do to you?"

"..." The red cloud on Zhuo Ye's face became even hotter...

"Ye'er, what are you thinking?" Feng Lince stretched out a slender finger, and poked Zhuo Ye's tender face: "I haven't had a drink yet, why are you so red?"

Zhuo Ye slapped Feng Lince's fingers away from his face, and stared at him in embarrassment without saying a word.

"Drink, Ye'er..." Feng Lince looked at Zhuo Ye gently and affectionately, and said coaxingly.

As if bewitched, Zhuo Ye stared blankly at Feng Lince's deep eyes, her image reflected in those eyes was so clear...

Zhuo Ye's eyes did not leave Feng Lince's handsome face, but a small hand unconsciously reached for the wine glass on the table...

"Don't drink, don't drink!" The moment he touched the wine glass, Zhuo Ye suddenly came to his senses, retracted his paws as if he had been electrocuted, shook his little head like a rattle, and then asked with wide eyes in horror: "Would you give me a hand?" What sorcery?"

witchcraft? !Feng Lince was stunned for a moment, when did he know any magic tricks...

"Ye'er, just one cup." Feng Lince then said softly.

"Not even a cup!" Zhuo Ye said, tightly closing his lips.

"Ye'er, are you really not drinking?" Feng Lince asked with raised eyebrows.

"Don't drink!" After Zhuo Ye spit out two words, he continued to close his lips tightly.

Feng Lince's handsome eyes flickered slightly, he stared at Zhuo Ye for a while, then suddenly said: "I don't mind feeding you myself."

"what?!"

Before Zhuo Ye's head turned around, Feng Lince had already picked up the wine glass in front of her, raised her neck, poured all the liquid into her mouth, put down the wine glass, reached out to hold Zhuo Ye's head, and her lips softened. Slowly approaching her delicate mouth...

"I'll drink it! I'll drink it! I'll drink it myself..." Just when the lips of the two were about to touch each other, Zhuo Ye covered Feng Lince's mouth with a sullen face, as if compromising shouted.

Sadly, why does she always succumb to his lust...

Although Feng Lince felt a little regretful, he still let go of Zhuo Ye's head.

Swallowing the wine in his mouth, Feng Lince moved gracefully like clouds and flowing water, filled another glass of wine, and pushed it in front of Zhuo Ye.

Zhuo Ye wrinkled his small face, looked at Feng Lince, and then at the wine glass in front of him.Just one glass, shouldn't be very drunk, right?She thought luckily.

Finally, Zhuo Ye picked it up as if death was at home, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, raised his neck and poured it down...

"Ye'er, actually you don't have to drink so tragically." Feng Lince finally couldn't help laughing.

"Student Feng San, in fact, you don't have to use your words so cruelly..." These were Zhuo Ye's last words when he was still conscious...

The wine this time is "Jiu Lanchun", which is much stronger than the "Qingju Niang" that Zhuo Ye drank last time, one glass is enough to make her drunk...

While Feng Lince was still wondering what the word "classmate" meant, Zhuo Ye's mind was already in a state of chaos...

"Ye'er..." Feng Lince looked at Zhuo Ye's blank expression and misty eyes, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He got drunk so quickly?Her drinking capacity is really bad!

Feng Lince stretched out a hand, caressed Zhuo Ye's tender face with a pink halo, rubbed it lightly with her fingertips, and sighed softly in her heart, her drunken appearance really looked delicious and delicious. Tempting... But in fact, he wants her to wake up and face his...

Under Feng Lince's touch, Zhuo Ye narrowed his eyes comfortably, like a docile little animal, gently rubbed against his palm a few times...

Feng Lince's hand trembled, his throat rolled with difficulty, and then the other hand was lifted up, holding Zhuo Ye's peach-like face with both hands cherishingly, calling out in a hoarse voice: "Ye'er... ..."

"Hmm..." Zhuo Ye uttered a thought-provoking single voice from his slightly open full mouth, and opened his watery eyes in a daze, looking at Feng Lince in a daze.

Feng Lince resisted the urge to hold her in his arms and feel sorry for her, calmed down, looked into Zhuo Ye's eyes for a moment, and asked softly: "Ye'er... tell me, do you have miss me?"

His soft voice was full of endless affection and deep anticipation, as well as a trace of suppressed tension...

Yes, that's right, tension!

The reason why he made her drink alcohol today was to ask her this sentence: "Do you miss me..."

He wasn't sure about his position in her heart, he had never been sure!This feeling of being unable to grasp, guess, and control made him very uncomfortable!It was an indescribable discomfort, scratching and stirring his heart from time to time...

And just now in the teahouse, this uncomfortable feeling suddenly swelled to its peak!He was almost suffocated!But it also inspired him to desperately want an answer...

Feng Lince glanced at the dizzy Zhuo Ye in front of him, this stubborn little goblin... He had no choice but to make such a bad plan...