He once promised me that he would not drink wine with anyone.
Suddenly, Shang Ruyan's words echoed in her mind.
The ripples in Su Ruotang's eyes gradually disappeared, and a cold frost formed between his eyebrows.
She looked at Mo Ronyan calmly: "Can you get His Highness drunk with such a small amount of wine?"
The implication is, don’t talk nonsense.
Mo Ronyan put the wine glass into her hand, put his arm around her waist and picked up another glass of wine.
The gorgeous roses were mercilessly trampled by him.
The bright red juice overflowed, and it was withered and ruined.
Su Ruotang's eyes flickered slightly.
Mo Ronyan bent down to pick up the wine cup engraved with a dragon, and said with a smile in his clear voice, "I said I'm not jealous, but the smell of jealousy is stronger than the smell of wine."
When he finished speaking, he put the wine cup close to Su Ruotang's lips, "Madam is so cruel. She pestered her husband to drink Hexin wine on the wedding night, and she forgot all about it when she woke up."
"So unwilling to take responsibility?"
The anger on Su Ruotang's pretty face froze, thinking that she was hallucinating, "What did you say?"
Mo Ronyan took advantage of the moment she opened her mouth to speak, poured a small sip of wine into her mouth, raised her head and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp.
Su Ruotang swallowed the wine subconsciously.
Mo Ronyan put the wine glass into her hand again, rubbed the remaining wine on her lips with his fingertips, and watched as her fresh lips were stained with a layer of water color.
His voice was low and magnetic, "Xiao Haitang, after drinking Hexin wine, you still want to abandon your husband?"
Su Ruotang's bright eyes were filled with mist, and there was a burning blush at the end of her eyes. She shook her dizzy head, threw the wine glass into the bathtub, and held his collar with her little hands.
"Abandon your head!"
"You said you drank Hexin wine on your wedding night, why don't I have any impression at all?"
"On your wedding night, you were so burned that you were confused. I gave you medicine. I thought I would drink some wine with you when you woke up the next day, but you refused and had to drink that night."
"In the end, I forgot all about it and still wronged my husband." Mo Rongyan looked at her quietly.
Su Ruotang opened her mouth slightly, and the broken fragments of the wedding night were gradually pieced together.
"I won't sleep, I want to drink..."
"Combined wine?"
"Well, go get it quickly..."
"That's not how you drink this wine."
The blurry picture gradually became clear.
A man in a red wedding dress holds a wine glass engraved with a dragon on his long finger.
A girl wearing a white underwear holds a wine glass with a phoenix engraved on it in her little hand.
Their wrists interlocked, and they raised their heads together to drink the wine.
So, Mo Ronyan drank Hexin wine with her?
On the wedding night...
The green-white fingers relaxed their strength, and the red jade bracelet on the wrist slipped slightly, like a touch of blood smearing around the wrist.
Su Ruotang pursed her red lips and looked sideways at the two cups floating on the water. "You...didn't you promise Shang Ruyan..." to only drink Hexin wine with her?
She bit her lip and swallowed the next words.
Mo Ronyan chuckled lightly and tapped her nose, "What I said is, don't drink Hexin wine with other people."
"But if your husband is willing, drink with your wife."
The last syllable passed between the lips.
Before Su Ruotang could react, he was hugged by him and fell into the bath.
Water splashed everywhere, and the two figures gradually merged into one.
...
When Su Ruotang woke up, her body was sore.
She pursed her lips, remembering the scenes last night, a blush appeared on her face, and there was an unconscious smile in her eyes.
"Are you awake?" Mo Rongyan came slowly with a red glass cup in his long fingers.
Su Ruotang looked at his refreshed appearance, the smile disappeared from her eyes, and she hammered the mattress hatefully.
Why is it that she is the one who suffers from soreness in the back and weak legs every time, but the dog man looks like he has absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon!
Is she that big of a supplement?
A chuckle escaped from Mo Rongyan's throat. He sat on the bedside and gently helped her up. He put the cup to her lips and said, "Drink some water to moisten your throat."
After drinking half a cup of warm water with his hand, Su Ruotang stared at the man's beautiful and charming Rong Yan and spat out word by word:
"I want to divorce my husband!"
The smile between Mo Rongyan's brows and eyes became thicker, Qingjun's eyebrows were slightly raised, but the words he spat out were inconsistent with the elegant and noble appearance, "Is it my husband? Didn't you satisfy my wife last night?"
The man's hot breath sprayed against his ears.
Su Ruotang shrank his neck, a blush appearing on the tips of his white ears.
She tilted her head and said unnaturally: "You... stay away from me..."
Mo Ronyan put down the cup and looked at her beautiful earlobes half-hidden under her black hair, which were slightly blushing.
His slender fingers moved downwards, gently rubbing her sore waist, and his clear voice was full of smiles, "Then I let you go?"
The man's slightly cool fingertips massaged his waist, dispelling the discomfort.
Su Ruotang hummed softly, relaxed and lay in his arms, tilted her head to lean on him, and said in a arrogant tone, "Seeing that your massage skills are not bad, I will reward you for giving me more massages."
Unconsciously, the corners of the lips pressed against the man's chest were slightly curved.
Mo Ronyan's eyes were filled with unknowing doting, "As you command, madam."
After a cup of tea, Mo Ronyan personally dressed Su Ruotang and pulled her to sit in front of the dressing mirror.
"How about a massage for your husband?"
Su Ruotang glanced at him lazily: "You still need more practice."
Mo Ronyan smiled lowly and ran his long fingers through her hair, indicating something, "Okay, I will practice hard for my husband."
Hearing his hint of laughter, Su Ruotang immediately understood the meaning of his words.
Her pretty little face flushed, she glared at him, and angrily emphasized: "Practice on yourself!"
Mo Ronyan stopped teasing her and responded with a smile, "Okay."
Su Ruotang snorted and looked in the mirror as his fingers kept running through her hair, but he still didn't pull it back. She was about to ask.
Suddenly, Mo Rongyan put down the jade comb in his hand, picked up the hair tie on the table, and put it in Su Ruotang's hand, "We will set off tomorrow to accompany my husband to Xicheng."
A hair tie was suddenly stuffed into Su Ruotang's palm.
She blinked blankly.
Immediately, as if she realized something, she slowly turned her head and looked at the man behind her, with Noyu in her bright peach blossom eyes, "His hands and feet were very nimble when he took off my bun."
"It turns out that Your Highness can only dismantle, but not tie..."
Mo Ronyan said calmly: "Just know how to dismantle it."
Su Ruotang: "..."
"Not only will it be removed, Your Highness will be even more numb when you take it off."
"It's not numb, you have to practice more."
The man who came in carrying breakfast paused lightly.
Are you sure this is something she can listen to for free?
