This concubine is very ruffian and wild

Chapter 275 Touching, Gentle Between Fingers! (5)

"The wine is ready!"

While talking, Xuan Ye put the wine glass on the table and turned to leave.

"Feed her drink!"

The voice of the middle-aged man is still clear and cold, without any emotion.

Between the lines, there is a sinister that cannot be violated.

Helpless, Xuan Ye had no choice but to turn around and come back, picked up the wine glass and approached the big bed.

Beside the bed, the middle-aged man stood still.

On the bed, Wildfire's eyelashes seemed to tremble slightly.

When Xuan Ye came to the bed with the cup in his hand, Ye Huo on the bed also slowly opened his eyes.

Her vision was a little blurred, and her eyes slowly focused. Looking at the strange bed curtain, the doubt in Yehuo's eyes became more and more intense.

Then, she saw Xuan Ye.

The slightly dry lips spit out two words gently.

"Night!"

In the soft call, there is a very simple trust.

And seeing familiar people in an unfamiliar environment instinctively gives birth to joy.

"Feed her drink!"

Floating violence flashed across the eyes of the middle-aged man, but his voice was still cold.

Yehuo noticed him, and with all her strength, she finally sat up straight, her eyes slid across the middle-aged man's pale face, and fell on the pair of blood-red strange eyes, Yehuo's heart instinctively tightened.

"Who are you?!"

"drink!"

Before the middle-aged man could answer, a golden wine glass was delivered to her.

The wine in the cup swayed slightly, and in the beating firelight, it showed a dark red like blood.

The overflowing aroma is so sweet that it is cloying, infinitely charming, but with a strange atmosphere.

Yehuo looked up at Xuan Ye who coldly brought the cup to her lips, but only spit out an order, and called out his name again.

"Hyun Ye?!"

This time, these two words were full of surprise and doubt.

Xuan Ye suddenly turned to her face, a strange color appeared in those eyes that were always soft and dark as lacquer, and the pupils instantly became as blood red as the wine.

"Do you want me to pour you?!"

he asked sharply.

At this moment, Xuan Ye was not as gentle and weak as before, only violent and ruthless were left on his body.

Staring at his eyes, Yehuo was speechless for a moment, and then the corners of his lips curled up little by little.

(End of this chapter)