The national costume of the king's glory is a girl

Chapter 612 Be Sincere (3)

Wen Siyue turned over.

A little nauseous.

Jiang Ye still hasn't recovered from the slap just now.

Wen Siyue had already wobbled with her arms propped up, half straightened up from the bed.

"me……"

She "I" for a long time, without a word in pain.

Jiang Ye saw her like this.

How can I care about that slap just now.

He quickly supported her, "What's wrong?"

Worried as hell.

"I want to vomit..." Wen Siyue frowned.

Looking at this uncomfortable appearance, Jiang Ye felt distressed again.

"You want to vomit? I'll get you a garbage bag, bear with it."

Take advantage of long legs.

Jiang Ye hooked the trash can over.

Wen Siyue grabbed his arm, half of his body was in his arms, and retched towards the trash can.

however……

Nothing came up.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Ye's heart tightened, and he even began to blame himself for why he left her during the day.

If he likes her today.

Will she stop drinking?
It won't be as uncomfortable as it is now...

Wen Siyue retched for a long time.

Finally raised his head from above the trash can.

Looking at the person holding her.

"Who are you?"

Jiang Ye knew that she was drunk, so he didn't bother with her, and brought over the hangover soup with one hand, "Drink some soup, or you will suffer tomorrow."

Wen Siyue didn't want to drink.

A woman who has drunk is the most unreasonable!
"I won't drink!" Wen Siyue frowned, and began to push away the things in Jiang Ye's hands aimlessly.

His expression was disgusted.

But, for her own good, for her, she won't have to suffer so much tomorrow.

Jiang Ye couldn't help it either.

Seeing her not cooperating for a long time.

I can only go into battle in person.

"If you don't drink, then I can only feed you myself."

Finished in one sentence.

Wen Siyue was still in a daze.

When she closed her eyes and seemed to be thinking about the meaning of this sentence, a cool touch came from her lips.

Follow the truth.

A somewhat bitter soup was poured into his mouth.

She frowned sharply.

Started pushing her, looking away, struggling.

There is a huge disparity in the power of men and women.

Although Wen Siyue was a rare sharpshooter in his previous life, he had unlimited scenery.

However, in front of the majestic military division... he still allowed himself to be slaughtered.

When Jiang Ye controlled her, it was as easy as controlling a little chicken.

It was hard to swallow it in one gulp.

Wen Siyue was completely cheating, like a child, shaking his head non-stop.

"I don't drink, I don't drink! It's so hard..."

Jiang Ye looked at the appearance of her child's heart, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips slightly.

She really is a cute underage.

"Be good, if you don't drink, you will have a headache tomorrow." Jiang Ye comforted her, as if coaxing his daughter to take medicine.

However, he has no daughter.

He raised his head and took another sip.

Jiang Ye held the back of her head and pressed her down.

I don't know if it's the boy's lips that are magical or sweet.

After a few sips.

Wen Siyue didn't resist anymore.

Even with endless aftertaste, he smashed his mouth and licked Jiang Ye's thin lips a few times.

Sometimes even a bite.

Like biting jelly.

A certain Jiang Dashen carefully and earnestly fed the hangover soup, but he was so angry that he was fed.

And this evil fire.

It's still the party involved, who provoked it by himself.

It's like shooting yourself in the foot with a rock...

"No more, drink it yourself."

Afraid to continue, something will happen.

(End of this chapter)