Quick time travel: The sickly villain is fierce and flirtatious

Absolutely no wrong thoughts.

Jiyuan: "Let go."

Qin Yan didn't quite understand what he meant: "What?"

Isn't she one step away from him? Claws and claws are honest.

"here."

Jiyuan's gaze shifted upward from her face, and finally settled on the goose-yellow hairband half a finger wide.

Qin Yan later realized that he reached behind and touched one.

It's true that a woman likes to dress up. When she first came here, she never repeated her makeup.

But she got up early every day. Later, Qin Yan found it too complicated and didn't like to wear a head full of pearls. Instead, she asked the maid to braid her hair.

Finally, use a hair tie as an embellishment, which will not look too plain and can also play a good supporting role.

There are three agate beads hanging on the two tails. When walking, they collide with each other and make a slight jingling sound, which is pleasant to the ears.

Qin Yan pinned the not-so-long goose-yellow belt in front of his shoulders: "Is this what sir is talking about?"

Jiyuan didn't answer directly, he just held another thin and straight hair tie with his own hands and pulled it lightly without using much force.

Suddenly, the braided hair was like a black waterfall pouring out suddenly, falling down in the blink of an eye.

The fragrance spreads instantly like sweet nectar.

Jiyuan's hand never moved away, so the palms and fingers were filled with soft hair.

It seems as if there is exquisite and soft satin wrapping the back of the hand, and like gurgling water flowing through the fingertips, like a dense layer of tulle.

Occasionally, I can still feel warmth.

Raising his wrist high, Jiyuan let the strands of hair slip away.

"Okay, let's make it up." He calmly returned the hairband to her without changing his expression.

Qin Yan suddenly realized that his mouth was faster than his brain: "Do you like me, sir..."

Jiyuan: "I don't like it."

Qin Yan: ...'s hair.

The conversation ended with an imperfect answer.

But since he already had a relatively reliable answer in his heart, Qin Yan didn't need to dig deeper and hear him admit it himself.

She scooped two ladles of hot boiling water from the charcoal stove. She kept an eye on the rising water level until the long-spout pot was filled.

After covering the oval mouth, Qin Yan filled another bottle of rice wine and put it into the round vessel without a lid.

Then, she held the long-spout pot and circled the bottle, slowly pouring the boiling water.

The high temperature scalds the bottle body, and the heat is gradually transferred into the rice wine inside.

After pouring it for a few more times, Qin Yan pressed the bottle with a thick cloth to avoid burning his fingers.

Pulling out the cork at the bottle's mouth, she even heard the air rushing in and making a muffled sound.

But the most important thing is the mellow wine aroma.

Qin Yan first poured a glass for Ji Yuan: "Sir, please."

Of course, she especially would not treat herself badly.

Jiyuan was drunk, so he took a sip and stopped moving. He turned around to play a new game of chess.

On the other hand, Qin Yan was very keen on warming wine and drinking cattle.

One cup after another without stopping.

When the bottle bottomed out, she continued to warm it.

After several cups, it didn't take long for my cheeks to turn red and pink, like a cloud of intoxicating rouge on the horizon.

Jiyuan was playing chess without looking back, and he didn't notice that anyone had turned into a drunkard.

Qin Yan held the wine glass in both hands and became confused as he drank.

There seemed to be transparent wine bubbles around the head, and when I poked them gently with my fingertips, they burst open with a pop.

Woo.

Drinking alone is boring.

Qin Yan gave up chewing the empty cup and stood up from the chair unsteadily.

I couldn't stand firm several times and almost fell back.

She walked towards the figure in a daze, and when she got closer, she became tiptoeing.