Why did Lin Xiaoke come here in the middle of the night?
Zhao Wujiang was confused, and Lin Xiaoke's voice and tone seemed a little vague and weak. Could it be that he was ill?
He shook his finger, and the talisman on the door disappeared:
"come in."
The door was pushed open, yellow candlelight poured into the room, and Lin Xiaoke's graceful and hazy figure appeared at the door.
"What's important?" Zhao Wujiang asked, wrapping himself in a quilt and getting up.
"I feel a little uncomfortable." Lin Xiaoke spoke in a husky voice and became increasingly unclear.
As the candlelight approached, Zhao Wujiang smelled the strong smell of alcohol, and he became more and more confused:
"Have you been drinking?"
Lin Xiaoke hummed slightly and was no more than a punch away from him.
"What's wrong with you?" Zhao Wujiang frowned and started to feel his pulse.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was caught by Lin Xiaoke.
As it approaches again.
Zhao Wujiang saw clearly what Lin Xiaoke looked like now.
Her black hair was messy, her cheeks with delicate features could be seen rosy under the dim candlelight, her brows were sharp and shy, and her eyes looking at him were a bit blurry and resentful.
She was wearing a long lavender gauze dress that looked loose, but it couldn't hide her tall and exquisite figure.
Zhao Wujiang snapped his fingers and lit the oil lamp in his room.
The fire was flickering, and the room was bright.
"Huh..." Lin Xiaoke leaned over slightly and blew out the oil lamp again. She seemed drunk and said coquettishly:
"What are you doing?"
"Aren't you feeling well? Let me light a lamp and feel your pulse." Zhao Wujiang was confused and had a premonition that something was wrong.
"A man and a woman alone, living together in the same room..." Lin Xiaoke's body was a little limp and her standing was a little unsteady. Her delicate body staggered slightly. She put down the lamp in her hand and hooked Zhao Wujiang's neck:
"I'll tell you where I feel uncomfortable..."
With the beauty in his arms, Zhao Wujiang wanted to refuse, but under the dim candlelight, his big hand pressed in the wrong position, touching two full places. He felt a thump in his heart and quickly withdrew his hand, secretly shouting that it was bad.
"You are indeed not serious, you are a womanizer." Lin Xiaoke snorted, her pretty pink face full of shame and anger:
"I just tested it for sister Linlang, and I found out..."
She said this, but her delicate figure moved closer to Zhao Wujiang.
Zhao Wujiang was speechless. This sister-in-law was probably drunk from drinking. She was in a drunken state now and didn't know what she was doing.
He opened Lin Xiaoke's delicate hands around his neck and said seriously:
"Go back and rest early. If you really feel unwell, I will check your pulse tomorrow morning when you wake up."
Lin Xiaoke took two deep breaths, her eyes were misty, and her pretty face was drunk and hazy.
She grabbed the man in front of her by the hand:
"I, Lin Xiaoke, am not good-looking?"
Zhao Wujiang frowned:
"good-looking."
"I, Lin Xiaoke, am not in good shape?"
"Uh...ok."
"Then what did I, Lin Xiaoke, do to offend you before?" Lin Xiaoke's pretty face became more and more rosy. In addition to the rising alcohol, there seemed to be anger rising.
Zhao Wujiang shook his head seriously:
"not at all.
You are in a bad state now and have just recovered from a serious injury. It would be better to rest early. "
"Then why are you rejecting me thousands of miles away?" Lin Xiaoke's breathing became heavier and her voice became more coquettish:
"Are you deliberately keeping a distance from me? I am a tiger, leopard, jackal, and a man-eating evil spirit?"
"It's not what you think." Zhao Wujiang took a deep breath, sketched the talisman in his hand, and wanted to use the talisman technique to force Lin Xiaoke to wake up.
"Snapped."
Lin Xiaoke slapped away Zhao Wujiang's hand that was casting the spell, and looked up at Zhao Wujiang with squinting eyes, confused and charming.
Among the three great witches in the Southern Territory, Lin Xiaoke is the most beautiful and charming. She is usually stern, but she has a charming manner when she raises her hands and feet. What's more, her pretty face is rosy and shy, and she is angry and resentful.
"Could it be that you're blaming me for not being proactive enough when detoxifying? I've refuted your face?" Lin Xiaoke asked again.
What kind of brain circuit are you talking about... Zhao Wujiang, the handsome boy, was at a loss for words.
The next moment, his eyes widened.
I saw Lin Xiaoke untying the silk scarf on her dress, and her lavender dress fell to the ground smoothly.
