Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2275 The tyrant's heart is white moonlight (65)

  The night breeze was blowing, the pavilion was hidden under the pine trees, and the white snow piled up on the branches finally fell overwhelmed, revealing the evergreen color.

   Chu Huai looked very happy today. Ran Bai looked at him like that, and didn't stop him from drinking.

   "Drink, why don't you drink?" The slender young man asked, lying on her shoulders, the exhaled heat sprayed on the side of the white ears, with a chill and alcoholic rush on his face.

  Dyeing white: "..."

  Can she say that she is afraid of getting drunk?

  No, absolutely not.

  Danbai took a few symbolic sips. She didn't know what she looked like when she was drunk, but she definitely didn't want to make herself drunk subconsciously.

   "Yu Bai." He called softly.

  Xue fell on her shoulders, dyed white with a clear side face, her white fingers brushed off the snowflakes on the young man's shoulders with a hmm.

  "Do you like me?" he asked.

   "Like it." Dye Bai answered quickly, without any hesitation, as if she had said it thousands of times in the bottom of my heart.

   "How do you like it?" Chu Huai curled his eyebrows, and asked naively and truthfully.

  Ranbai looked at the boy's hazy face, the usual hostility between the brows of the brows seemed to dissipate a little, and the cold brows were softened by the thin gauze, with an unexpected softness.

   "The kind I like very much." Dyeing white eyes down and said calmly.

"Believe you for the time being." The young emperor murmured lazily. He held her and squinted his slender and beautiful eyes. The bottom of the eyes seemed to reflect the light from the moonlight, and they were dyed a bit clear. The brilliance, it seems that the stars are broken.

He seems to be really drunk, the whole person is lazy, his eyes are deep and a little bit drunk and stunning, and his voice is low and soft: "Jiangshan, power, status, or other, I have, I can give it to you."

   "So, don't leave me." The young man lay on her shoulders sleepily, with half drooping eyelashes, covering her eyes, and whispered in a very soft voice: "The liar still needs time..."

   Dye Bai looked at Chu Huai, in the light of Dye Bai’s pale eyes,

"At least you have to lie to you for a lifetime?" The drunk boy stretched out his hand, compared one one, after thinking about it, he twisted his eyebrows, compared one two: "Two lifetimes... or longer, is it a bit? greedy?"

  Danbai held the boy's white and cold hand, with long black eyelashes hanging slightly, "not greedy."

  She sighed lightly and looked at the young man’s face. It seemed that she was really drunk. She was so lucky that she didn’t drink much. Otherwise, who would care about him if she was so drunk?

  Young Master Xueyi got up and casually supported the young man.

  "Where to go?" Chu Huai asked.

  Dye white: "Take you home."

  The drowsy young man leaned against Yin Bai's body as if he had no bones. His head was so crooked on Young Master Xueyi's shoulders, letting the person half hold him and walk away.

   Listening to the words coming out of his ears in a dim, Chu Huai subconsciously knocked off the man's hand holding him, and his voice suddenly became cold, "You nonsense, there is no home..."

"It's a lie, there is no home at all, no..." His voice is getting lower and lower, so low that it is almost inaudible. In this way, it is easy to think of the puppy who is abandoned in the snow among the white snow of the world. Can be confused and wronged and shrunk himself into a ball.

  The white-dyeing heart is in a soft mess.

   Putting aside the thorns that seemed to stand upright when the young emperor was sober, the drunk at this moment really seemed to be frustrated at this age.

  She gently held Chu Huai's face, facing his eyes that were three minutes darker than ordinary people, hazy and overly cold.

  (End of this chapter)