when you are drunk

Chapter 168 173. My past is like a snow
After that Xixi came to Biyan Villa last time, she wore a neck corrector for a month.

From then on, when Nancheng mentioned Mrs. Mu, he was terrified.

No woman dared to approach Biyan Villa again, let alone enter the door.

Even if Shen Zhou wanted to come to talk to Mr. Mu, he had to notify Mrs. Mu in advance.

Today, Mu Linzhi drank some beer wine, slightly drunk, lying on his back on the bed, raised his arm and pressed it to his forehead.

The man's drunken breath was hazy, and there was an indistinct hint of alcohol in his breath.

Qing Cen lay beside him, her tender fingers gradually caressing the side of the man's face, she was silent for a long while, and muffled, "Old fox."

The man's half-closed star pupils suddenly opened, and he pulled her into his arms with a deep smile, his deep voice lingering above her.

"Baby, what's the matter?"

Qing Cen leaned on his shoulder, and could see the man's ears that had turned red because of his slight drunkenness.

"That Xixi has a boyfriend and is always staring at you, so I couldn't help it." Her tone was dull, like an ostrich buried in the sand.

There was a deep smile in Mu Linzhi's starry eyes, and his tone was lazy and low.

"Well, I know. I told Ziyan, and he promised that he would never bring any woman in again."

"Now the whole Nancheng says I'm a tigress, am I that scary?" Qing Cen said angrily, rubbing the hem of the man's soft lining with his fingertips, creating a few wrinkles.

The man smiled leisurely and calmly, and gradually closed his arms around her, "Why, you are my little sweet wine."

"You said that you have such a handsome face... how many little girls you have been fascinated by." Qing Cen poked his side face lightly, with a hint of sourness in his tone of voice.

The man chuckled leisurely, like red wine that has been aged for a long time, easily intoxicating.

He answered calmly, but it seemed like a world away, "My eyes have only seen you."

Qing Cen hooked his neck, and said in a melodious tone, "Then when you were in Beicheng, you never met anyone?"

She tries to understand his past, firmly in her hands, locked up, possessed.

Mu Linzhi's deep starry eyes were tightly locked on her body, and there was a trace of deep nostalgia. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his thin lips curved slightly, "A long time ago, there was only you."

The man probably spoke in a trance through drunkenness because he was unconscious after drinking.

His voice is like a deep sea that has sunk for thousands of years, seemingly carelessly, but it smashes into people's hearts word by word.

"My past is like a snow, no one passed by, only you stepped on it."

He embraced the beauty in his arms, sniffing her fresh breath, but his drunken eyes seemed to be separated by a layer of tiredness.

"Mrs. Mu, you have to be responsible to me—"

After the man finished speaking, he suddenly squinted his eyes, and soon, gradually fell asleep.

Qing Cen lowered her head and stared at his long, white fingers, intertwining his fingers, she couldn't help but let out a muffled laugh.

"You are such an old vixen. Why didn't I know you a long time ago?"

She didn't get a response for a long time, and when she looked up, the man had closed his eyes and fell asleep.

... The old fox's drinking capacity is hard to describe in words. He sleeps when he says he sleeps, and sleeps when he falls asleep.

I was talking to him, but I fell asleep so quickly.

Qing Cen leaned against him, her long black hair hanging down like a waterfall.

She raised her hand to caress his sleeping side face, and sighed softly.

"Sleep, anyway, you will only be mine alone."

(End of this chapter)