Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

"Cough cough... Of course..." Song Hongli's neck started to turn red this time, and he drank three glasses without any way out.

Song Hongli's alcohol intake is not very good, he can only say that his face is flushed after three drinks.

"Come here, continue to eat! You can't stop eating just because you don't dare to drink. I'm watching. My brother Song has drunk, you can still rely on it!"

The strength of Mu Yanwan's three glasses of wine doubled her voice.

Although Ling Yi Ting was relatively quiet, he drank a few coins without shirk.

As Ling Yiting, Mu Yanwan, Su Zhaoxue and Luo Qingzhi all drank a lot one after another, the atmosphere became harmonious.

However, compared to other people, Song Hongli suffered a lot.

For some reason, his luck today was unbelievably good, and many of them brought copper coins in a row.

Mu Yanwan pointed at the pile of copper coins in front of Song Hongli that had not been drank, for fear that the world would not be in chaos: "Junior Brother Song, you should drink up the money you owe first.

Song Hongli was silent, and had no choice but to reach for the jug again.

But halfway through, Song Qinglian snatched it away.

Song Qinglian shook the jug: "Master, don't drink anymore, I'll drink this for you. 35

On the other side, when Su Zhaoxue heard this, she laughed secretly, as if she was waiting to see a good show. 823

She knew that Song Qinglian was not good at drinking at all. Today, she was lucky that she didn't eat copper coins, and now she is still looking for trouble for herself.

I feel sorry for the master, and I don't measure myself well.

As a result, this dinner ended with Song Qinglian getting drunk after drinking six glasses.

"Hahaha, tell her to be brave." Su Zhaoxue also drank some wine, laying on Song Hongli's shoulder, and the breath of speaking was full of mellow alcohol.

"Hey, it's going to be midnight in two hours, and firecrackers are going to be set off, you guys eat first, I'll go to the kitchen to cook some sober soup for Qing Lian Zhaoxue.

Luo Qingzhi looked at a few people with a wry smile.

People at a table are still nostalgic and do not leave, and they are addicted to drinking.

As for Song Qinglian and Su Zhaoxue, Song Hongli had to help them back.

Hey...Although I'm not very good at drinking, why do you two who get drunk after a few drinks drink so much.

Especially Su Zhaoxue, who was even worse at drinking than Qing Lian, even laughed at her.

Song Hongli looked at the two and sighed helplessly.

After he sent Su Zhaoxue to the dormitory, he prepared to send Song Qinglian to her dormitory as well.

Unlike Su Zhaoxue, Song Qinglian was not completely drunk, but her eyes were so confused that she couldn't open her eyes, and she leaned softly on Song Hongli.

Song Hongli's stature is slightly taller than Song Qinglian, and it is easy to support Song Qinglian.

He sent Song Qinglian to the dormitory, and with difficulty he pulled out one hand and closed the door. Song Qinglian suddenly woke up, and turned around and hugged Song Hongli tightly.

Song Hongli was startled, Song Qinglian's hot breath mixed with the aroma of wine sprayed on the side of his ear, causing his extremely sensitive ears to instantly turn red.

He turned his face to look at Song Qinglian, who was still half-squinting.

"What's wrong, Qing Lian? Are you drunk?" Song Hongli asked softly.

Song Qinglian slightly retracted her head, met Song Hongli's eyes with difficulty, and called out very seriously: "Master."

"Well." Song Hongli raised his hand and pulled the hair that fell from Song Qinglian's ear to help her pull it up.

Song Hongli's icy cold fingers touched Song Qinglian's cheek, which immediately made Song Qinglian feel extremely comfortable, and her eyes narrowed again.

"Let go of me, go to bed and sleep for a while." Song Hongli said softly.

Song Qinglian rubbed her cheek against Song Hongli's side face, the cool and comfortable temperature made her nostalgic, and she couldn't help rubbing her face on it.

Song Hongli's good smell of cold tea has been around the tip of her nose, making her hug Song Hongli even tighter.

Song Hongli only thought that Song Qinglian was drunk, so she let her go crazy and tried to help Song Qinglian onto the bed.

Song Hongli just pulled out his left hand, and Song Qinglian quickly grabbed his left hand.

Song Qinglian's eyes seemed to be on fire, wishing to melt the flawless man in front of her in her arms.

She held Song Hongli's left hand, raised it in front of her, and put her mouth on it.

Song Hongli snorted in his throat, and Song Qinglian, who suddenly attacked, made him stand upside down.

He was about to pull his hand back, but he didn't expect Song Qinglian to use a lot of strength to squeeze his wrist tightly and act recklessly.

Song Hongli had also drank some wine. If it was normal, he would have swept the rambunctious traitor out with a cold face.

But now, he was just blushing, struggling weakly in Song Qinglian's arms.

"Song Qinglian!" Song Hongli whispered.

Song Qinglian let go of Song Hongli's wrist, but her eyes moved to Song Hongli's slender and white neck, she could not wait to rub Song Hongli into her own bones.

Yes, I was drunk.

So while you are drunk, while you still have a reason, get closer to Master.

She loves Shizun for eight years.

Song Hongli clasped Song Qinglian's shoulders and pushed outwards, but he did not dare to use Spirit Power for fear of hurting Song Qinglian.

But without using Spirit Power, he couldn't get rid of Song Qinglian, who is now extremely powerful.

Song Qinglian frantically bit Song Hongli's neck, Song Hongli's ear, and Song Hongli's cheek.

The mellow wine smell from her mouth seemed to push the surrounding atmosphere to a peak.

Song Qinglian pinched Song Hongli's perfect chin, her eyes looking like she was about to eat a person, this time she got it right and bit down on Song Hongli's mouth.

Everything seems to go back to eight years ago.

Song Hongli had this illusion in a trance.

The same person, with the same softness to melt away the temperature.

It's just that now this kid has grown up.

This time, Song Qinglian was also different from the one who had a touch of water eight years ago.

Song Hongli was shocked for a while, and the drink made him absent-minded, so he didn't push Song Qinglian's frivolity away immediately.

In the room, the beautiful girl hugged the cold man in white tightly in her arms, pressed it against the door, and acted recklessly.

This scene really makes people blush.

At this moment, Ling Qingyun's voice suddenly came from outside the door:

"Song Qinglian? Uncle Song Hongli?"

Song Hongli woke up like a dream and pushed Song Qinglian away, his eyes were full of surprise.

What did he just do with his disciple?

Ling Qingyun knocked on the door and said again, "Junior Sister Qinglian? Have you rested?"

Song Qinglian was pushed and staggered a few times. She held on to the table to maintain her balance. Her face was red and her eyes were red from the wine.

Song Hongli looked at his clothes that were messed up by Song Qinglian, cleared his throat, and rushed out the door: "Song Qinglian.... Go back to bed when you fall asleep."

"Yes, Master Song."

Ling Qingyun was a little puzzled, why did Song Qinglian fall asleep and Master Song was still inside?

However, there should be nothing for him for the time being, so let's go to the main hall first.