Quick time travel: The sickly villain is fierce and flirtatious

Sneaking up to the person, Qin Yan spoke in a calm and normal tone: "What are you doing, sir..."

She asked this question in a confused manner, like a curious newborn baby.

His eyes stopped at the girl's shoulders that were swaying slightly from side to side. Sahibuchi looked at her with a careless tone.

"How much did you drink?"

Qin Yan chuckled and burped.

Her eyes were blurry and misty, and her red lips were pouted, like a red carp blowing bubbles in the water.

Then he counted on his fingers: "One, two, three...nine, ten, ten..."

When she counted to the end, she found that her fingers were not enough. She puffed up her blushing cheeks and quickly thought of a good idea.

Take one leg.

The heel of your right foot touches the ground, with your toes pointed upward.

"Eleven...eleven cups!" She waved her palms.

Jiyuan put down the last black stone, tapped his fingertips on the chessboard, and said slowly: "If you are still awake, let's break the chess game."

His tone was indifferent and his face was indifferent.

The girl's face was like a peach blossom, she seemed drunk but not drunk. She understood but didn't seem to understand.

The next second, he grabbed his sleeves and walked to the attic of Xuesitang.

"I know how to do this. It contains the palace chess records left by the old master. It's so precious! I want to learn it!"

She was obviously drunk, and she didn't care about the chess game that had been laid out, and she stubbornly wanted to play.

Drunk people are unreasonable.

Regardless of whether Ji Yuan wanted to go or not, Qin Yan used all his strength to force him to go.

After finally finding the fallen chess game, she threw it away without even looking at it, remembering more important things.

"Oh, I almost forgot...wait for me!"

Ji Yuan took over the chess game, but he had nothing to do with the drunkard.

Qin Yan ran up and down alone, enjoying himself.

"There is one last bottle, don't let it go to waste."

She found a three-legged Hewenjue and offered it to Yuan, then filled it with wine.

There was about two-thirds of the wine in the bottle, and Qin Yan couldn't bear to part with it, holding it to his chest and smacking his lips.

"The rest is mine..."

Ji Yuan looked up and drank it all in one gulp, then stared at her chest.

"take it out."

Qin Yan hugged her tightly as if protecting her food, shaking her head like a rattle, determined not to give him any.

"No, there's only the last bit left. I want to drink it myself, not give it to sir!"

"I don't want to go to the underworld to catch a drunkard."

To prevent her from lusting after that mouthful, Ji Yuan had to deal with all of it, not even a drop was left.

Qin Yan was stunned for a while when he mentioned life and death, and reluctantly handed over the bottle.

Seeing the wine and the bottle disappear suddenly, any luck she had in her heart was gone.

"I'm actually quite awake... Look at me walking..."

Qin Yan obviously wanted to imitate the noble red-crowned crane, but in the end, he opened his legs and turned out to be a little penguin.

The steps were short and slow, funny.

Jiyuan does not argue with drunkards.

"I will take you back."

Qin Yan became anxious when he heard that he was leaving.

"My face is just a little hot. If you don't believe me, touch it."

Due to the height difference between the two of them, as soon as her forehead became hot, she grabbed his shoulders and threw him down.

The back of Ji Yuan's knees happened to be against the wooden platform used for viewing in the attic.

The two of them rolled into a ball.

Qin Yan pressed on top of him and refused to get off, rubbing her drunken face against his.

He breathed out the aroma of wine while muttering: "It's really not hot..."

Her arms were pressed on both sides randomly by her, and the three-legged He Wenjue rolled to nowhere.

Jiyuan's brows tightened again and again, restraining the thought of flying the person away: "Are you crazy enough? Get off me."

Of course, Qin Yan didn't have enough. He raised his exquisite upper body a little and freed his hands to trace his outline.