Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

"Millennium tea tree?" Xia Qingluo looked at the long tea leaves, sat and looked right. She didn't see the appearance of millennium. She asked curiously, "where is the Bank of Tianshui river? It sounds so tall."

"Don't you know the angel river?" Yunqing asked me with a sip of tea and a soothing look.

"I haven't been there again. How do I know?" Xia Qingluo glanced at Yun qingrang.

"Tianshui River, I don't know where it comes from or where it flows. The sand on the Bank of the river is golden. There is a huge stone, which is said to live as long as heaven and earth." Yunqing let the voice soothe like water, with an unspeakable taste.

It's like a good peach blossom wine. If you taste it, you'll get drunk.

"So big?" Xia Qingluo glanced at Yun qingrang, who sat on the ground at will. Tea is good tea.

Xia Qingluo took a sip but felt hotter.

Seeing a cup of boiled water on the table, he took it up and drank it.

But I didn't expect to choke in my throat. Where is this boiled water? It's clearly wine.

And it's still liquor.

Nima, Xia Qingluo likes drinking, but she has never drunk such a choking wine.

Yunqing let his hand out to stop him a step late.

A pungent smell filled the chest in an instant.

First, she coughed violently, and even her tears coughed out. A touch of crimson immediately dyed her white face, which was infected by liquor like a blooming peach blossom.

She narrowed her eyes, and her slender eyelashes almost covered most of her eyes, making her look lazy and charming.

The red lips are delicate and beautiful, and the water eyes are blurred with silk, "master, this is wine."

"Well." Yunqing let him nod helplessly, "it's still liquor."

"Master, I thought it was water. I didn't want to drink."

"I know." Yunqing let her tone helpless.

"Then why didn't you tell me?" Xia Qingluo scolded.

"It's too late."

“……”

At this time, a good smell of male breath unknowingly rushed into her nose. For a moment, she felt dry mouth and her eyes began to become blurred.

The whole person is a little erratic, even his thinking is much slower than usual.

Xia Qingluo felt uncomfortable. She thought maybe a cup of tea would be good.

So he stood up and poured himself tea.

The teapot is next to yunqingrang's hand. The corner of his clothes unconsciously passes over the back of yunqingrang's hand. His fingers move, grip tightly, and then slowly release.

The two are too close.

So close that he could touch her cheek with a slight raise of his hand.

White and red, like peach blossoms on the riverside.

Yunqing makes me wonder if it's really delicate like a petal.

He raised his finger and put it down again.

No... it's too dangerous.

He can't.

Suddenly, Yunqing let's robe sleeve be pulled by her, "master, I seem to have drunk too much..."

A full glass.

There must be two or two.

Immediately, Xia Qingluo's body fell down.

Yunqing let him catch it quickly, and Xia Qingluo rushed into his arms.

The heart throbbed, the beauty in his arms was drunk and hazy, his little hand grabbed his skirt, a pair of zhanruoqingquan eyes looked at him, and the petal like lips were slightly open.

The small hand on his chest tightly grasped his skirt, let his hot press tightly close to her, and let him comfortably want to sigh.

At this time, Xia Qingluo's eyes look forward to the clear waves of spring water, a frown and a smile, moving the soul.

A unique fragrance of Xia Qingluo lingered on his nose at this time.

It smells good, like a drop of dew on the lotus petal in the morning, and like the breeze across the cheek in spring.