The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 35:
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I vaguely heard Chunyu Meng chirping in the cave: "One cup per person, if you drink too much, you will be drunk to death for at least three days. Give me the rest..."
"..."
Feng Zhiwei was annoyed, **** Chunyu Meng, why didn’t you tell me earlier!
She sneered, picked up the mud from the wall, shook it into a pot, stuffed it back into the hole, blocked the entrance of the hole with a stool, and no longer paid attention to the cries and howls of Chunyu Menggui over there.
After doing a few actions, the wine was getting stronger, and the stars were shining in front of her eyes. She held her head and turned around. She felt a sudden surge of heat in her body, and then a cool breath flowed out from nowhere, lingering around the heat. A week later, her body temperature dropped immediately, but she felt soft again. Then her feet went soft and she hit something with a bang.
The ice under the face is smooth and cool, with a faint scent of grass, it seems to be Master Gu's pillow.
Feng Zhiwei struggled to get up. She didn’t want to sleep with someone else. As she struggled, she thought vaguely that Gu Nanyi had a really good drinker. He seemed to have drank more of the half bottle than she did. So calm and as still as a mountain...
My eyes suddenly felt bright, such a bright light flashing, and then I realized that it was not the light, but Gu Nanyi who raised his hand and threw away his Wannian gauze.
The moonlight has passed through the high window, leaving only such heavy darkness on all sides. However, the man just lifted the veil, and the bright light shone like a shooting star, catching people's eyes.
How bright should those stunning eyes be? Is it a pool of clear spring where snow lotus floats when the thousands of years of snow on the top of the Huzhuogdam Snow Mountain melts? Or is it the pearl of treasure that has been nurtured by the life of thousands of years of pearls and clams at the bottom of the deep sea of three thousand miles of golden sand?
The ultimate brilliance so close at hand is so dazzling that it makes people forget the origin of everything.
Feng Zhiwei didn't see what those eyes looked like, let alone see Gu Nanyi's face clearly, because the next moment, that face had come infinitely closer, and she murmured in a low voice with hot breath: "Hot..."
He seemed to be really hot, from his breathing to his body temperature, it was like molten lava rolling and burning. He subconsciously approached all objects with a lower temperature than his own, so the slightly cool cheek of the woman lying on the pillow became a pleasant feeling. The icy fountain of salvation.
As he approached her, the astringent and clean breath of Qingyang became stronger, and then he reached out and touched her face.
He held her face firmly, dissatisfied with the unnatural touch of the human skin mask under his hand. The mask flew away with a flick of his finger, and the woman's delicate and white cheeks, as white as jade and as ice, shimmered faintly in the darkness.
Satisfied with the jade-like cold water-clear feeling, he immediately moved his hot face towards it...
Feng Zhiwei stopped moving at all.
What she saw before her was beyond her mental preparation.
The man's refreshing scent was close at hand, and his long and dense eyelashes swept across her cheeks. He used her face as the best ice pack, holding it in his hands and kneading and squeezing it. It was not enough after all. Rub your face here and there.
Dark room, ears and temples rubbing together...
But there was nothing charming about it, which made her want to cry...
After all, she was born in a lady's family, and she has been taught by the court to abide by etiquette since she was a child. Now, although she is forced to do everything in power to survive, she cannot be reduced to a human-shaped ice pack...
Isn’t it just that my face is cold?
Feng Zhiwei thought, and the cool air in her body that neutralized the heat flow immediately began to slowly converge. Her body temperature slowly rose, and a faint blush appeared on her face.
Gu Nanyi soon felt that the soft and cool thing he was rubbing against was no longer cool, and he immediately let go of his hand in disappointment. However, the heat that forced into his blood was still unbearable, he thought. After thinking about it, he raised his hand and unbuttoned it.
Untie the long coat that he was always tightly wrapped in.
He was so drunk, but his movements were still very fast and steady. With a flick of his fingers, Feng Zhiwei's eyes appeared before his eyes like a jade-like neck, with a delicate and straight line of clavicle. Such a delicate and smooth arc, the hand of God could not Draw the beauty of its lines.
Feng Zhiwei exploded with a loud bang.
Ancestor, why do you always have countless tricks to torture me?
She rushed over with tears in her eyes, desperately mobilizing the cold air in her body that suppressed the heat flow, and desperately put her flower-like face in front of others, begging: "Don't take it off, don't take it off, you touch it, you touch it..."
She pounced too fast and knocked down the man who was taking off his clothes. Then the drunkenness overwhelmed her, her mind became dizzy, and she didn’t know anything anymore...
The cell is dark, the oppressor and the oppressed float in the wine country, and there is silence.
Next door, Chun Yumeng held the wine pot high and poured it down, pouring out the mud. He touched his head and said in shock: "Drank it? It's finished..."
"Wake up, wake up..."
"Wake up!"
"Bastard! You're not awake yet!"
I don’t know where the voice comes from, as far away as if it comes from beyond the mountains and seas. It floats into the eardrums and disturbs the dreamless sleep. Feng Zhiwei reluctantly shakes her head and removes the quilt in her arms. Hold tighter.
"Bang!"
Something hit her face and it hurt. The burning sensation made her half-awake and she instantly opened her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she felt darkness rushing towards her face. It took her a while to realize that she was still on the bed in a small room with a small room above her. A snow-white face poked out of the window.
Feng Zhiwei blinked and touched her face. She quickly felt that the mask was not on her face. She immediately stretched out her hand to fumble for the mask and put it on. Fortunately, the light above was not good, so she could not see her movements clearly.
With this touch, I felt the undulating "bedding", warm skin, smooth...
Feng Zhiwei immediately shrank her hands as if bitten by a snake.
No way...
Then she mustered up the courage to look back, and she was saddened to see a young master who was so drunk that he didn’t know who he was, sleeping under her...
His face was half-hidden in the darkness, and his sleeping posture was peaceful and peaceful. However, it was different from the usual dead water-like silence with no movement or expression. Instead, he was slightly uneasy, and his long eyebrows covered by his palms were slightly frowned.
Somehow, just looking at this man's sleeping posture, I felt that the surrounding atmosphere was peaceful, and the jade trees were quietly blooming at midnight.
Feng Zhiwei's eyes quickly passed over the small half of his face. After a slight hesitation, he took the gauze hat and gently covered his face.
She doesn't want to see it, doesn't want to see it.
Some things are happier not to be touched than to be touched.