The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 612 I Let You Get Drunk
It's easy to get drunk when you drink mixed wine.

What's more, she doesn't drink much.

But Mo Junting didn't look like he was going to be drunk at all. He looked lazy and calm, and was waiting for her to continue feeding.

Feeling the alcohol rising in her body, she was so worried that she put herself down before he was drunk.

Gritting her teeth, she opened the liquor and fed him.

Gritting her teeth, she opened the liquor and fed him.

The taste of white wine... It really wasn't something she could accept.

Yan Zhixin showed a disgusted expression, and simply fed it all into Mo Junting's mouth, and then looked at him very anxiously, worried that he would get angry or something.

Unexpectedly, Mo Junting's acceptance of baijiu was also good.

He was just a little surprised: "Change again?"

Yan Zhixin stuck out her tongue, and continued to use another excuse: "I want to try the taste of different wines."

Mo Junting raised his hand, his slender fingers raised her chin, and said with a half-smile, "Didn't you want to get me drunk?"

Hit the nail on the head.

Yan Zhixin's face instantly turned red into an apple, and she said guiltily, "I, I... I really don't have one."

"Do you remember that I once said that you have a fake expression when you lie?" Mo Junting was in a good mood and had no intention of pursuing it. Instead, he put his arms around her waist and stared at her with interest, "Drunk me What do you want to do?"

Yan Zhixin hesitated for a long time and was speechless.

Yan Zhixin tapped her toes uncomfortably on the ground. She didn't know what he would think, but it wouldn't do her any good to defend herself, so she simply bit her lip and said, "I just want to see how much you drink. How nice."

Mo Junting flicked the wine glass in her hand with his fingers: "Come on, I'll make you drunk."

What's the difference between pouring alcohol quietly and pouring alcohol openly?
There seems to be no difference.

If she had to say yes, it would be that she had calmed down a bit, and no longer had to worry about Mo Junting getting angry when she discovered her intentions.

But the difficulty of filling alcohol is still very high.

He seems to have a limitless capacity for alcohol, and he will never get drunk no matter how much he drinks.

Instead, it was her, and at some point phantoms began to appear in her vision.

to finish.

Yan Zhixin complained with her mouth flattened, "Why aren't you drunk yet?"

Some corners of Mo Junting's lips curled up in an indistinct arc, the hand on her waist twitched slightly, her body leaned softly against him, and her pink lips pressed against him softly, Between half-drunk and not drunk, his eyes are like the broken light from the brightest stars.

(End of this chapter)