Chapter 608 Reconciliation 3

Song Zhao belongs to the type of person who will get up when he drinks alcohol.

I drank a glass of wine before, but drank it very quickly.

At this moment, her face and neck were covered with a delicate peach color, and her eyes moved slightly, only a thousand and one hundred charming.

Being watched by such a beauty, who can refuse all her requests?

Mian Shou was full of enthusiasm, actively poured a full glass of wine, and respectfully sent it up.

Because Si Yu was watching from the side.

That facial hair didn't dare to go too far, I thought it would be fine to send it to Song Zhao.

But Song Zhao lowered his head, bit the wine cup, and drank it down.

Si Yu turned his head.

He watched Song Zhao leaning weakly on the armchair, with drunken eyes and eyes, holding the sandalwood hair that fell on his shoulders with one hand, his shoulders slightly lowered, and his throat sliding up and down when his red lips kept sucking the wine.

Her lower eyelashes are very long, her eyebrows are curved, and she lowers her head to reveal a fair neck. Everything belongs to him.

She is flamboyant to others, gentle and considerate to others, and speaks softly.

Obviously before, it was only for him.

Now it's someone else who sees him, and they can't see him anymore.

Song Zhao drank half of the wine, but Si Yu snatched the wine cup from his mouth.

He raised his head and drank the remaining wine, threw the wine glass on the ground, then grabbed the armrest of her armchair, squatted down halfway, and was at the same level as her eyes.

Song Zhao's eyes were drunk, and he tilted his head slightly, facing the man who was panting heavily.

With his face on her knees, he begged muffledly, "Don't look at other people."

"Song Zhao, take a look at me,"

"Just one look."

The hoarse voice rang in her ears, and the exhalation was hot, as if tearing the surrounding air.

"I beg you."

Song Zhao didn't respond for a while.

After pausing for a while, he slowly raised his hand, and put his palm on the man's face.

Si Yu's eyes were red and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

The blood-red mist in the eye sockets seemed to be about to cry.

He is like a dog, humble and begging for his master's love.

"Are you clear now?" Song Zhao asked.

Si Yu held Song Zhao's wrist, and kept rubbing his face into her palm, greedily and eagerly.

He heard Song Zhao's alcoholic voice, clear and sweet, "The attitude when I like you, or the attitude when I don't like you, which one do you want?"

That light laugh woke Si Yu up like a thunderbolt.

He froze for a moment, his eyelashes trembling heavily.

He finally understood why Song Zhao was so indifferent to him.

It was because he didn't believe that she would like him, so she simply let him experience what it meant to not like him.

Then she didn't like her indifferent attitude, and her previous attitude towards him after three failed assassinations...

I just like it.

His eyes dimmed inch by inch.

The man held his breath for a moment, and then became heavy again.

And she was asking him now which one he wanted.

Of course it is.

He stretched out his hand fiercely, grabbed the girl's soft and fragrant body, carried her on his shoulders like this, and ran to the inner courtyard like crazy.

These few are the most difficult to write, toss for hours.

The recent slowness is all because of emotional scenes.

I only write fast when I'm going through the plot.

sorry.