Chapter 129: Medicine King Returns Part 2

Si Yu choked on the wine.

He coughed a few times, and his chest trembled slightly.

"What are you afraid of? My brother won't eat you." He looked down at her.

Due to the drunkenness, the young man's eyes were slightly pink around, and the black and white pupils were not clear, giving people a hazy feeling that seemed drunk but not drunk.

Song Zhao puffed up his cheeks and complained in a low voice, "You will be very powerful in the future, more terrifying than the big devil in the storybook, no one dares to mess with you."

Is this talking nonsense?

"That's someone else." Si Yu picked up the little girl's baby fat and told her seriously,

"Don't be afraid."

While talking, he bent his back and gently rubbed the tip of the little girl's nose with the tip of his straight nose.

The voice was hoarse and moving, "Brother will teach you how to tame him."

Song Zhao opened his eyes blankly.

As if being comforted, there was no response for a while.

then.

She suddenly patted her head in frustration, and whispered, "Brother, I lied to you."

"Um?"

"I hurt."

The little girl hugged her knees, and the eyes she looked at were weak and distressing.

Si Yu lowered his head deeply, his tone a little nervous, "Where does it hurt?"

"It hurts everywhere."

Song Zhao bit his lip, the circles around his eyes were red, he looked terribly wronged, but he couldn't cry.

She seemed to be in a nightmare, and she murmured helplessly, "I shouldn't be playful, and you won't suffer from a cold because of saving me. It's my fault, and I'm working hard to remedy it. I've read a lot Medical books, but I'm too stupid, I can't read them anyway, I really regret that I didn't study hard before..."

Si Yu's eyes were as deep as the sea.

He rubbed the little girl's head and coaxed softly, "Our little Azhao is the smartest."

Song Zhao was at a loss, "Brother, in those two days, I really... hurt so much."

Si Yu never knew what heartache felt like.

At this moment, he seemed to understand.

He stretched out his hand, easily pulled the little girl into his arms, and caressed her cheek.

"But...you don't believe me." Song Zhao struggled fiercely in his arms, seemed to be angry, lowered his head and bit the back of his hand hard.

Si Yu, "I believe in you."

"You don't believe me!" Song Zhao insisted on biting, and squinted at him hard.

Hold.

That's so cute.

He casually lowered his eyes and lowered his voice, "Anyone who doesn't believe you is a bad brother, but I am a good brother."

Song Zhao let go of his mouth in doubt.

Si Yu stared at the teeth marks on the back of his hand, lowered his eyes, and licked it lightly.

then.

Leaning close to the girl's fair and beautiful neck, sniffing lightly,

"Little Azhao is drunk, brother will take you to rest."

"Little Ah Zhao is not drunk."

"yes?"

However, the corner of the boy's lips curled down, "Then brother, smell it carefully."

He got closer and closer, almost embed her into him.

Gently holding her chin, face to face, deeply sniffing every inch of her skin.

Very lustful.

He had a soft voice, lazy and sexy, "Little drunk. Don't try to fool brother."

He carried her to the bed.

In a daze, the little girl rubbed against the quilt he had slept on.

Si Yu's whole body tensed up, and suddenly he had an evil thought.

After drinking a cup of wine with the little girl, shouldn't it be time to enter the bridal chamber?

Although he only regards her as his younger sister, entering the bridal chamber is impossible, absolutely impossible.

but.

For the sake of her infatuation, maybe it can give her some sweetness.

He pondered for a moment, supported the edge of the bed with one hand, lowered his head, and kissed her lips tenderly.

The smell of wine is fragrant.

Song Zhao smashed his mouth, opened his eyes and muttered, "I want to drink."

Is this too deep enough?

Si Yu seemed helpless and compromised, and kissed her lower lip lightly.

With the intoxicating heat of peach blossoms, it slid a little bit along the cracks of the lips.

Nibbling and rubbing lightly.

The man's hoarse chuckle was a bit unbearable in the quiet night.

"Good boy, brother, I'll feed you now."