The county magistrate is not slag very A

The original owner is also a fool, and even fell off when he was wearing crotch pants.

But that's fine, if you can be sisters with the heroine, it seems to be a good direction.

"Master Song." Jiang Fanyin's tone was flat, his eyes were cold.

It has only been a few days since she came to Song's house, and the two of them are not familiar with each other except that they met once when they were young.

If it wasn't for the marriage contract and father's instructions, she might not have traveled thousands of miles to seek refuge with Song Boxue.

The servants quickly set up the food and wine.

There were only the two of them in the room, and Jiang Fanyin clenched the dagger in his sleeve tightly, with deep vigilance hidden in his eyes.

Seeing her indifferent expression, Song Boxue thought hard.

Jiang Fanyin's appearance is very attractive, with distant mountain eyebrows, fox eyes, and rouge lips. It is a kind of non-aggressive beauty. In modern terms, it is probably pure and lustful.

The book says that the heroine is a gentle beauty, but where is the cold look on her face?Where is it soft?

Song Boxue rubbed his eyebrows, and said sincerely: "Sister Jiang, in fact, I have been suffering from hidden illnesses, and I fell ill last night. Please don't blame me."

This was an excuse she found after much deliberation. After all, it was hard to explain how to tie people up and take off their clothes.

Therefore, the original owner is sick, and the disease is still unclear.

Jiang Fanyin's eyes drooped: "Master Song is serious."

fall ill?ridiculous...

She clenched the dagger tightly, not daring to relax at all.

Song Boxue didn't expect the original owner's actions to be wiped out by saying that she was sick. She sighed and said, "Sister Jiang was shocked. I will punish myself three cups."

She tasted it before coming here, this ancient wine has a weak taste and no strength, just convenient for her.

Seeing Song Boxue drank three glasses of wine in a row, Jiang Fanyin glanced at the wine glasses on the table. They were all poured out of a jug, so the wine might be fine.

But don't take it lightly...

Seeing that she didn't speak, Song Boxue tried to pretend to be pitiful: "Actually, I didn't have this disease before. Maybe it's because I regarded myself as a man since I was a child. After a long time, I couldn't tell the difference. When I grew up, I didn't like to contact men. You have to keep a distance from women, and you don’t know what’s going on for a long time. Occasionally, when you get sick, you do stupid things. It’s all my fault. I’ll punish you three more times.

She wanted to directly say that she was not the original owner, but that would be too shocking. If the heroine didn't believe her, she would directly treat her as a ghost, and shoot herself in the foot again.

However, this excuse for falling ill seems to have little credibility.

Song Boxue sighed inwardly, refilling himself after drinking three cups, it's difficult.

Jiang Fanyin couldn't help but feel a little relieved when he saw her look like drinking to drown her sorrows.

She frowned and said lightly: "You don't have to be like this."

Maybe everything last night was a misunderstanding, and it was not easy for this person in front of him. After so many years of disguised as a man, thinking about it is always frightening.

Seeing her relaxed expression, Song Boxue felt really coaxed, no wonder she was able to forgive after being abused by the male lead, the female lead is really soft-hearted.

But this is just right, as long as you talk about the matter, you don't have to worry about being retaliated in the future. It seems that selling miserables is effective.

Song Boxue sighed again: "Sister Jiang, my heart is bitter, hey, don't mention it, you just stay at ease, we will be sisters in the future, don't worry, I will never have any wrong thoughts about you."

Jiang Fanyin's hands trembled, thinking out of the blue?

Could it be that last night it was because this person had an unreasonable desire for her that he...

But they were all women, and the hand hanging in the sleeve clenched the dagger again, and she responded softly: "Yes."

Seeing that she agreed, Song Boxue breathed a sigh of relief: "Sister Jiang, let me toast you, the past is over, and I will treat you well in the future."

As long as she treats the heroine well in the future, her frisky legs should be preserved.

Hearing what Song Boxue said, Jiang Fanyin raised his eyes, his eyes full of scrutiny.

Treat her well?Why does it sound weird.

"You... I'm the one who bothered you, so you don't have to." Even though he said that, Jiang Fanyin didn't let go of the dagger in his hand, nor did he touch the wine on the table.

Eat a pit and gain wisdom, even if the person in front of her is a woman like her, she can't drink this wine.

Song Boxue filled himself with wine again, and continued to pretend to be pitiful: "Sister Jiang, you don't understand, I feel bitter."

As for suffering, she didn't say anything.

Anyway, if selling miserable looks useful, then continue to sell.

Her hesitant appearance convinced Jiang Fanyin, and the dagger in his hand finally loosened. Perhaps this person was really sick.

Jiang Fanyin didn't talk to her, and she felt bitter.

I was originally the prefect's daughter, but my father was suddenly labeled as a rebel.

She came to Pingchuan County with trepidation all the way. She thought she could breathe a sigh of relief, but who knew that she was tied up again last night.

The trust that was originally as thin as paper was pierced through in an instant.

If it weren't for Song's father being trusted by his father during his lifetime, Jiang Fanyin would not have come here just for a verbal engagement.

He thought Song Boxue was a woman, so he was less wary, but this person...is sick?

The open door was creaked by the night wind. Jiang Fanyin looked at the person opposite who had been drinking silently, and his eyes fell on the wine glass in front of him.

Song Boxue sold miserably while drinking, seeing that Jiang Fanyin never touched his glass, she thought to herself that she was not at ease.

She finished the two jugs of wine on the table, and waved her servants to bring another two jugs of wine.

Take a rest tomorrow, so you can sleep in and drink to your heart's content.

"Too much alcohol hurts your body." Jiang Fanyin sighed softly, with complicated expressions in his eyes, the person opposite seemed to be a little drunk, in case this person fell ill again...

Song Boxue shook his head, his eyes lost some clarity: "Sister Jiang, just this once today, just follow me, I will obey you from now on, you let me go east, I will never go west, drink with me A glass would be nice."

It would be great if I could return to modern times when I woke up, she didn't want this scumbag supporting role script.

Jiang Fanyin moved her lips, pressing her words of persuasion to her lips. She slowly raised her hand and picked up the wine in the glass.

She really wanted to forget the escape and fear these days, and really wanted to go back to the days before her father had an accident.

While feeling lonely, the wine in the glass entered his mouth.

The night quietly shrouded, and the servants thoughtfully closed the door for them.

The jugs on the table were empty again, but the wine and dishes were not moved much. Both of them were hiding something in their hearts, and they were submerged in drinking to relieve their sorrows unconsciously.

"Sister Jiang, I'm a little thirsty." Song Boxue tugged on his collar, staring at Jiang Fanyin with burning eyes.

She seemed to have underestimated this ancient wine, her chest was stuffy, her whole body seemed to be roasted by fire, the glands behind her ears were hot, restless and uneasy.

She just felt dry and thirsty.

Jiang Fanyin put down the empty wine glass in his hand, closed his eyes tiredly, and answered an irrelevant question: "It's time to wash up and rest."

She was so sleepy and tired.

Thinking of this, she stood up, but her feet were unstable, she almost fell, and the dagger in her sleeve slipped to the ground.

The crisp sound of metal falling to the ground filled the room, and both of them froze for a moment.

Song Boxue came to his senses first, bent down and picked up the dagger: "Sister Jiang, why are you carrying a knife on your body, don't hurt yourself."

Interestingly, he even hid a dagger on his body.

With a wave of her hand, she threw the dagger under the window.

dagger?

Jiang Fanyin raised his eyebrows, thought for a while, and said, "It's used to guard against you, you - are sick."

The tone of voice was slow, and the eyes were confused, like the white mist in the morning, wet and unreal.

Song Boxue couldn't help approaching Jiang Fanyin.

She was a little absent-minded and hugged the unsteady person into her arms: "Sister Jiang, I'm so thirsty..."

The scent of lemon emanates from her body, it is the pheromone that belongs to Alpha alone, slowly filling the room, lingering and strong.

Song Boxue sniffed it distractedly. The smell was so familiar, as if she had experienced a fever for the first time.

fever period?

It turned out that the fever period had come, but she didn't have Omega or inhibitors, so what should I do now.

The person in her arms seemed to smell the strong lemon fragrance, she struggled uncomfortably, "Song Boxue, let go."

Song Boxue tightened his arms, his consciousness gradually blurred under the dual dominance of alcohol and fever: "Sister Jiang, do you smell the fragrance of tea? I'm so thirsty, I want to drink tea."

She was very thirsty, but the person in her arms was like a cup of tea that had just cooled down, exuding a clear and cold fragrance, tempting her to lower her head to taste it.

Song Boxue shook his head in discomfort, leaned close to Jiang Fanyin's neck, parted his thin lips slightly, and bit it lightly.

The person in his arms trembled slightly.

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