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The strong-flavored wine poured into Ren Woxing's mouth from the slit of his lips, and flowed down his throat. The spicy feeling stimulated Ren Woxing's throat and even stimulated his nerves.

Fu Zhenhong's hand was still tugging at Ren Woxing's hair, Ren Woxing raised his eyes and stared at Fu Zhenhong tightly, the murderous intent in his pupils cut Fu Zhenhong's face like the sharpest knife.

The alcohol made Ren Woxing's vision a little hazy, his eye sockets were moist and red, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, but his gaze did not move away from Fu Zhenhong's face.

It's like a kind of final self-esteem, unwilling to admit defeat in front of a former subordinate, even if he has fallen to this point, the pride in his bones still does not allow him to bow his head.

The veins on Ren Woxing's wrist, which was tied by the iron chain, were bulging, and his nails were also pinched with blood in the flesh.But compared to the injury on his hand due to extreme endurance, the humiliation Dongfang Bubai brought to him was what made Ren Woxing unable to calm down the most.

After Fu Zhenhong poured out the wine in the jug, she casually threw the jug aside, with a subtle affection and disdain, Fu Zhenhong put her hand on the scar on Ren Woxing's brow bone.

The scar that had already healed was faintly hot under the taint of wine. Fu Zhenhong calmly said, "You said that if I had gone a little further to the left, would your eye have been disabled?"

Ren Woxing naturally couldn't pay attention to Fu Zhenhong's words. At this time, no matter what Fu Zhenhong said, it seemed to Ren Woxing to be a kind of ridicule and provocation.

Seeing Ren Woxing's lips tightly closed and not talking, Fu Zhenhong chuckled, and suddenly moved her incomparably delicate face closer to Ren Woxing's side.

Facing Fu Zhenhong's sudden approach, Ren Woxing's body paused slightly, looking at Dongfang Bubai's face the size of a fist separated from his own cheek, Ren Woxing suddenly felt somewhat inexplicable weird.

The smell of wine lingered on the tip of Ren Woxing's nose, but it was strange that under the overly strong smell of wine, he could smell the smell of Dongfang Bubai very clearly.

This is completely different from the taste of wine. It has a deceptive power to confuse the mind, and its presence is so strong that people can't ignore it.

Ren Woxing frowned, trying to get rid of the influence of this fragrance, but in the next second, he found Dongfang Bubai's face approaching him again.

This time, the distance between the two became even shorter, and the tip of Dongfang Bubai's nose almost touched his.

Looking at the man who was close to Chi Chi, the breath of the other party sprayed on his face, Ren Woxing's eyes darkened a little, his face was full of vigilance.

Fu Zhenhong laughed again, her low and slow laughter revealed a bit of ear-tickling magnetism in the closed dungeon.Like a bewitching demon in the dark night, watching the prey enter his hunting range step by step.

"...Let me do it..., you look really interesting now." Fu Zhenhong said with great interest, "Are you afraid of me?"

"Afraid?" Ren Woxing sneered, and said word by word: "I'm afraid I can't help but kill you."

"Just based on who you are now?" Fu Zhenhong shook her head, and secretly pressed Ren Woxing's hand with the scar on her brow bone.

The pain made Ren Woxing's eyes darker and darker, but besides the pain, Ren Woxing also felt a strange burning sensation, the place touched by Dongfang Bubai seemed to be burning.

Naturally, Fu Zhenhong did not miss the flash of understanding in Ren Woxing's eyes, the corners of his lips curled up, and then suddenly kissed Ren Woxing's brow bone in the next second.

The kiss was shallow and split at the touch of a finger.

Ren Woxing's body trembled, and he looked at Fu Zhenhong in disbelief, his pupils shrank suddenly: "...you..." Ren Woxing's lips moved slightly, trying to say something, but in the end he only uttered this one sound .

Facing Dongfang Bubai's eyes, Ren Woxing couldn't distinguish the meaning in the other's eyes for a while, what it was.

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows, and under Ren Woxing's gaze, she stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked the corner of her lips, the top of which was stained with alcohol because it touched Ren Woxing's face.

Seeing Fu Zhenhong's appearance, Ren Woxing suddenly looked away in embarrassment, and did not lock Fu Zhenhong tightly with eyes full of hatred like before.

Seeing this, Fu Zhenhong laughed again: "Let me do it, let me do it, your reaction is really interesting."

Let me go without saying a word, and I didn't look at Fu Zhenhong again, as if I wanted to ignore Fu Zhenhong as a whole.After that, no matter what Fu Zhenhong said, Ren Woxing did not respond.

He lowered his eyes all the time, allowing the messy black hair to cover his brows and eyes, and a shadow fell to cover the emotions deep in the bottom of his eyes, making it impossible to distinguish his psychological ups and downs.

Fu Zhenhong felt bored, so she didn't plan to stay here any longer, and after taking another look at Ren Woxing, she turned and walked out of the iron fence.The door of the cell was locked again, and Fu Zhenhong left the dungeon without looking back.

In the cell, Ren Woxing's hands hanging by his side were clenched into fists. Hearing the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away, Ren Woxing raised his eyes until he couldn't hear them at all.

At this moment, Ren Woxing is caught in a kind of extreme self-contradiction. On the one hand, he hates Dongfang Bubai very much. It is not an exaggeration to say that he wants to tear Dongfang Bubai into pieces. There is a secret thought, influenced by this thought, Dongfang Bubai just got close to him, and his heart was shocked.

It's like being hit by a magic barrier.

Thinking of this, Ren Woxing raised his hand to touch the scar on his brow bone where Dongfang Bubai's lips had been close to for a moment. Is the trace of humiliation left behind for him a kind of showing off, or is it mixed with other deep meanings.

Stop thinking about it...

Ren Woxing said to himself.

However, some things are beyond his control. When night came and Ren Woxing closed his eyes and fell asleep, Dongfang Bubai, who had humiliated him just today, appeared in his dream...

In the dream, the sky is full of snow...

In an exquisite bamboo house, there was a bonfire that could disperse the cold. On the soft couch in the house, Dongfang Bubai, dressed in red, was pressed under his body.

Dongfang Bubai rubbed his hands on his back, kissed his browbones with his lips, and there was a light and scattered blush at the end of his eyes.

The other party called him big brother, his voice was hoarse with emotion, he took off the barrier on his body, and lifted Dongfang Bubai's clothes to his shoulders, revealing his snow-white and slender neck and delicate and beautiful collarbone.

Then, they kissed together, lips and teeth intertwined.

Later on, Ren Woxing didn't want to recall the later events, he didn't dare to imagine that the person who suppressed Dongfang Bubai and plundered and possessed him was himself, so violent and crazy, like a madman.

"... Dongfang Bubai..." Ren Woxing sat on the ground after waking up, and the emotion circulating in the depths of his pupils was no longer pure hatred.

Fu Zhenhong was naturally unaware of these changes in Ren Woxing's mind. When he got up from his residence the next day, Yang Yi was already waiting outside the door.

"Master." Yang Yi had an appropriate smile on his face, which blended with the soft halo of the morning, and fell into people's eyes, giving him a sense of elegance that eased his emotions.

"The subordinates have prepared the meals." Yang Yi said.

"En." Fu Zhenhong responded.

At this time, Linghu Chong, who was pretending to be the sixth-class identity of Zishatang, also came over, "Master..." He also called Fu Zhenhong like Yang Yi, and then, whether it was intentional or unintentional, Linghu Chong stopped. Between Fu Zhenhong and Yang Yi, he used his body to block Yang Yi's view of Fu Zhenhong.

There was a smile on Linghu Chong's face, which was different from Yang Yi's mild, warm and calm smile. Linghu Chong's smile was very bright and hearty, as if he didn't have any troubles, it was chic and carefree.

Yang Yi looked at the back of Linghu Chong's head, and pursed his sharp lips together.

Fu Zhenhong didn't care about the little undercurrent between Linghu Chong and Yang Yi, he walked all the way to the dining table, sat down and began to eat.

Yang Yi and Linghu Chong looked at each other, and then they walked to the side of Fu Zhenhong's position, and stood on the side, one on the left and one on the right.

But at this time, in the space where there were only Fu Zhenhong, Yang Yi and Linghu Chong, a gorgeously dressed pretty beauty was ushered in, Shishi.

She stepped forward, first glanced at Linghu Chong and Yang Yi who were standing on both sides of Fu Zhenhong, then came to Fu Zhenhong and yelled at Fu Zhenhong sweetly, the leader, and then said as if no one else was there: "Master, These dishes look delicious, Shishi also wants to try."

"Sit down." Fu Zhenhong gently pinched the tip of Shishi's nose, her tone showing a bit of connivance.

Hearing this, Shishi curled her lips, and sat down beside Fu Zhenhong, her whole body was pressed against Fu Zhenhong, and she leaned her head on Fu Zhenhong's shoulder: "Master..." A smile appeared on Shishi's face. With a faint blush, she said with some anticipation and a little shyness: "Shishi wants to eat what the leader personally pinches."

Fu Zhenhong smiled, took Shishi into her arms with her left hand, picked up a dish with her right hand, and fed it to Shishi's mouth.

Fu Zhenhong is fond of poetry.He is also willing to give Shishi dignity and favor.

The chopsticks he used to serve Shishi had been used by himself. In this way, in the eyes of Linghu Chong and Yang Yi, Fu Zhenhong's move was equivalent to an indirect kiss between the two.

Linghu Chong's eyebrows twitched.

But Yang Yi thought of more, looking at the natural intimacy between Dongfang Bubai and Shishi, presumably the two of them had such similar intimacy in the past.

In the original book, Dongfang Bubai undoubtedly liked women before he entered the palace, but after practicing the Sunflower Book, he gradually fell in love with men.

Yang Yi could tell that Dongfang Bubai loved Shishi very much, but there was no love in his eyes, but even so, it was enough to show that Shishi held some weight in Dongfang Bubai's heart.

Yang Yi glanced at Shishi who was leaning softly in Fu Zhenhong's arms like a boneless snake, and then glanced at Linghu Chong who was standing in the same row with him. There was a flash of thought in his dark pupils. Pass.