Kuai Chuan's paranoid villain pinches her peach blossom again

Chapter 162 Traveling Through the Female Venerable (8)

"I don't mean to blame you. It's a good thing for the young master to know how to protect himself."

After waving his hands, Jun Luo stood up, took a small gourd from his waist, and shook it at Mo Qing.

"If you can't sleep, young master, are you interested in having a drink with me?"

The sound of water came from the gourd, Mo Qing was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Seeing this, Jun Luo took his hand and jumped out of the window, leading him to the roof.

Lifting up her robe, she casually sat down on the roof, motioning for Mo Qing to sit down too.

Mo Qing looked around nervously, there are many hidden guards in the Prime Minister's Mansion, if she accidentally hurt her...

"Xiao Qingqing, don't worry, those useless hidden guards are all fascinated by me, and they won't wake up for a while."

He was surprised for a moment, and then heard what she called him just now.

Xiao Qingqing...

He looked down at her.

She was drinking from a small gourd, her slightly raised chin showed delicate and beautiful lines, and her fair jade cheeks seemed to be blushing slightly, which looked even more beautiful under the cold moonlight.

Putting down the little gourd, she raised her eyes to meet his gaze, and smiled foolishly, with slight ripples in her eyes, she looked at him in a daze.

It turned out to be drunk.

Feeling disappointed, he opened his robe and sat beside her.

A small gourd suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and Jun Luo approached his ear, with a slight aroma of wine, softly said in his ear: "You drink too!"

A blush quickly spread over his fair cheeks, he opened his eyes slightly sideways, and said in a slightly unnatural tone: "Just drink it."

"Not good! You drink!"

Jun Luo was unyielding, like a qualified drunk.

After a moment of silence, he finally reached out to take the little gourd, and slowly brought the little gourd to his lips under Jun Luo's urging.

What lingers on the tip of the nose, besides the rich aroma of wine, seems to be a touch of fragrance.

It's her taste.

His eyes flashed, and his crimson lips moved closer to the little gourd.

A light kiss was printed on the small gourd.

"Huh? Xiao Qingqing's ears are red!"

Jun Luo seemed to have seen something strange, and reached out to touch it, her soft earlobe was slightly hot, and it became more and more red under her fingering.

Mo Qing's handsome face blushed, a layer of mist filled his eyes, and his slender eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Lolo, don't make trouble..."

A soft voice sounded, and was quickly blown away by the breeze, as if it had never appeared before.

At this moment, the two of them could clearly hear their own heartbeats.

Jun Luo was slightly stunned, looking at Mo Qing's beautiful side face, and said Nuo Nuo: "What did Xiao Qing say just now? I didn't hear clearly."

With her heart beating like a beating drum, Mo Qing unconsciously tightened her fingers pinching the little gourd, lightly biting her crimson lower lip, and opened her mouth under her expectant eyes.

"Lolo, don't make trouble..."

It was clearly a cold voice, but now it was tainted with a bit of shyness, and it sounded surprisingly pleasant.

Jun Luo pursed her lips and smiled, feeling that the time had come, and planned to return to the theme.

Clearing her throat, she said, "Xiao Qingqing doesn't seem happy today?"

When the words fell to the ground, his body froze, as if a basin of cold water had been poured all over his body, and he woke up instantly.

He lowered his eyes slightly, did not answer her words, and was extremely flustered.

Now it should be known to everyone that the second son of the prime minister's mansion is about to become a queen.

And he didn't use a pseudonym when he told her his name.

If she didn't come tonight, he could still tell himself that she didn't know that he was going to marry someone else.

But here she is.

Came with wine.

It turned out that she was also sad, and she was trying to drink away her sorrow.

(End of this chapter)