The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 87 The Clingy Little Milk Bag He's Very Milky (87)

The young man snorted, with a sticky sound at the end, like the soft meow of a kitten waking up in the afternoon.

Aunt Jiang noticed something different.

Immediately afterwards, the boy leaning on her shoulder began to rub her neck indiscriminately, and he breathed hot breath from the tip of his nose, with a burning sensation of temperature.

Aunt Jiang called him, "Su Wu."

"……Um?"

After about a few seconds, the young man leaning on her shoulder responded slowly and in a low voice.

The young master raised his head, his fair face was already stained with crimson at this moment, his brows and eyes were soothing, the tails of his eyes were slightly red, with the sparkle of spring water, like a pool of water, it made people's hearts flutter.

The bright red slender lips were moisturized by the soda water, giving off a dewy luster.

Her bright white lips parted slightly, and she panted slightly, low and lightly.

As if it caused dryness, the young master unconsciously stretched out the tip of his tongue and slid it over his lips, and the beautifully curved Adam's apple rolled up and down.

The morbid snow-white fingertips unconsciously rubbed his neck, and inadvertently pulled the round collar open, revealing the white and straight collarbone, as well as the shoulder line that seemed to be propped up.

Aunt Jiang looked at him like this, thinking of the soda he drank just now.

Reach out and take a look.

Pineapple soda... No, it's pineapple-flavored beer.

The alcohol content is two percent.

A negligible content.

Aunt Jiang glanced at Su Wu strangely, can this also be drunk?

She pushed away Su Wu who was about to lean on her, and refused in a cold voice: "I don't welcome drunks."

Does she remember the guy only took a sip?

Not even a glass, one sip is enough to get drunk.

Is Chu Yu's drinking capacity the same?
Jiang Yu thought about it, and found that she didn't have any picture of Chu Yu drinking in her memory.

That's right, how could Master Tiandao, who is so cold and self-sufficient, touch alcohol.

She was thinking too much.

It's just that I didn't expect Chu Yu's fragments to drink so badly, and I don't know how his drinking capacity is.

I really want to try it.

But probably not that chance.

The young master who was pushed away by the girl looked at her with pitch-black pupils, and unconsciously pursed his slender lips.

Although he didn't speak, his careful movements revealed the young master's sad and aggrieved emotions.

He seemed to be stunned for a few moments.

As if she didn't understand why Aunt Jiang pushed him away.

After waiting for a long time, the young master raised his snow-white long fingers and held her by the corner of her clothes pitifully.

The tone moistened by the wine was clear and pleasant, and it was full of grievances.

"No, drunk."

Hearing this, Aunt Jiang turned her head to the side and raised her eyebrows to look at him playfully, teasing him: "No one who is drunk will admit that he is drunk."

The young master frowned, with a serious expression on his pretty face, and he answered seriously: "A Wu, no, touch wine. So, no, get drunk!"

He took the initiative to cut off sentences, and said he was not drunk.

He sat cross-legged beside the girl, with his back straight, his dark hair slightly covering his brows, and the young master's slightly pursed lips, with soft and straight lip lines, exuding seriousness.

This stubborn and genuine appearance is not half like his usual obedient and soft appearance.

Aunt Jiang wanted to tease him, she stretched out a slender finger, and waved it in front of the young master.

Her voice was lazy: "Then tell me, how much is it?"

As she spoke, the girl stretched out another finger.

The straight young master sitting in front of him lowered his long eyelashes, and stared at the girl in front of him seriously with his dark pupils without blinking.

(End of this chapter)