Emperor Jue: Who is the world, who is the concubine

Chapter 350
I stared at her for a while, then closed the door decisively.

Zuoyan Mingye was sitting on the soft couch beside the bed, holding a jug of wine in his hand, looking out of the window, even when I went in, he didn't look back.

It seems that he is really different today.

I walked to his side, sat down beside him, followed his gaze and looked out the window.

"Isn't it boring to drink alone?" I asked lightly.

He didn't speak, and he didn't look back at me, as if he didn't hear me.

I took the flagon from his hand and asked again: "How about I drink with you?"

This time, he turned his head to look at me, nodded for a long time before saying: "Okay."

So I brought glasses, filled each other's wine, and handed him a glass, "You're in a bad mood?"

He took the wine glass from my hand, raised his head and drank it all, then looked at me and said, "Luoluo, you should leave today. I'm not in the mood to play with you today."

"I didn't say I wanted to play, I really came to accompany you." I smiled innocently.

He took the wine glass in my hand again, raised his head and drank it again, "Your thoughts on me, we know each other very well."

"Don't you think people will change?" I asked faintly with that faint smile.

"Forget it, I'm not in the mood to discuss this issue with you today. Since you want to drink with me, then go for it." He handed me the glass and filled up the wine for each other.

Touch it lightly, and then drink it smoothly.

And I just took a sip.

He didn't seem to care, and drank cup after cup until the jar of wine bottomed out.

He seemed to be drunk, leaned over and fell on top of me.

I pushed him lightly and asked lightly, "Are you drunk?"

He didn't answer.

But I know he's not drunk.

It's just that since he wants to pretend to be drunk, then I will treat him as drunk.

His fingertips lightly brushed across his cheeks, with a bit of deliberate tenderness, and then lingered on, so after a long time, he finally reached out and took my hand.

He really wasn't drunk.

(End of this chapter)