He looked at Yang Ruoqing opposite with burning eyes.

Yang Ruoqing wiped the wine stains from the corner of her mouth and was surprised to see him looking at her so directly.

"Brother Zuo, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something dirty on my face?"

she asked.

Zuo Junmo originally wanted to say no.

"Here, Brother Zuo will help you get rid of it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned forward and stretched out his hand.

Yang Ruoqing subconsciously stepped back a little, but his fingers were already in front of her. If she stepped back...it would also hurt his face.

She didn't move, just stayed there, and Zuo Junmo's fingers gently fell on her cheek.

The pads of his fingers were warm and a little rough.

Xu often used a carpenter's ax and saw to sharpen it.

Gently scraping it on her cheek, there was an indescribable, faint ****.

His body also leaned a little closer, his eyes burning.

Yang Ruoqing saw her face clearly reflected in his pupils.

"Are you ready?"

Seeing that his fingers stayed on her face and showed no intention of taking them back, she couldn't help but make a sound.

Zuo Junmo came back to his senses.

Realizing his gaffe, he coughed and hurriedly sat back.

"Sorry, Brother Yu lost his temper," he said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled openly and waved her hand: "It's not a gaffe, it's just that Brother Zuo was drunk and his actions and reactions were a little slow!"

Zuo Junmo nodded awkwardly.

Soon, Li Dayer came back and brought Zuo Junmo sobering soup.

Zuo Junmo did not drink, but picked up the wine bowl and pulled Li Daer to drink again.

"How can you drink so much without me? I'll come too, I'll come too." Yang Ruoqing said excitedly.

Zuo Junmo looked at her with a reproachful look: "Girls, drinking too much cold wine is not good for your health."

"Oh, I'm so happy tonight!"

Zuo Junmo couldn't resist, and the three of them drank and mingled again.

After a while, Zuo Junmo fell down.

Li Daer also had a red face and was top-heavy.

On the other hand, Yang Ruoqing.

His face remained calm and his eyes were clear, but a faint layer of pink appeared on his face.

This made her look more cautious and timid.

"Dong, Miss Dong, you are a god..."

Li Da'er said with a big tongue, obviously he admired Yang Ruoqing's ability to drink.

Yang Ruoqing chuckled, but pretended to be depressed and said: "Hey, please, who can make me drunk for a while..."

Li Dayer was ashamed, "Zuo, what should Zuo Zhuang do?"

Yang Ruoqing saw Zuo Junmo sleeping on the table.

Yes, she can't let him sleep in her room, right?

"Send him back to the east wing opposite." She ordered Li Daer.

Li Dayer stood up and went to pull Zuo Junmo, but he pulled Zuo Junmo halfway before letting Zuo Junmo slide down.

Li Daer himself drank too much and walked crookedly.

Seeing this, Yang Ruoqing rolled up her sleeves: "Come on, let me help you!"

The two of them worked together to send Zuo Junmo back to the east wing opposite.

Li Daer couldn't wait to go back to his room and go to sleep.

In the east wing room, only Yang Ruoqing was standing by the bed, and Zuo Junmo was lying on the bed.

Yang Ruoqing pulled the quilt over her body and originally wanted to leave.

Seeing some sweat on his face, he turned around and went to the washstand in the corner of the room.

There is some clean cold water in the wooden barrel next to it, and there is warm hot water in the earthen pot.

After exchanging hot and cold water, she put a handkerchief into the water, picked it up, turned around and walked towards the bed.

"Brother Zuo, let me twist a handkerchief and wipe your face before you go to sleep!"

She said to herself, neatly twisted the handkerchief, came to the bed and sat down sideways.

Zuo Junmo was lying on his back, his black hair spreading like a waterfall on the pillow behind him.

The heaven is full and the facial features are handsome.

But the eyebrows were slightly twisted, the corners of the lips were moving slightly, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on the forehead.

It seems like I am dreaming...

She thought to herself and gently wiped his forehead with the handkerchief in her hand.

When the warm veil touched his forehead, his body suddenly moved.

The next moment, her wrist was held by a strong force.

"Hey, are you awake?" she asked.

But I saw that he still had his eyebrows closed, and his breathing was deep and somewhat disordered.

He probably still hasn't woken up, right?

She guessed, trying to take her hand out of his palm.

"Qing'er..."

"Qing'er, don't leave..."

His whisper reached her ears.

She was startled.

Look at his handsome face, which is as hot as fire, and his eyebrows.

Did Brother Zuo dream about me?

"Qing'er, Brother Zuo, I like you..."

"Snapped!"

The handkerchief in her hand fell onto his face.

He moved a little, as if he was about to wake up.

She quickly came to her senses, picked up the veil, quickly pulled her wrist out of his palm and stepped aside.

Seeing Zuo Junmo breathing heavily again on the bed, he felt that he was sleeping soundly this time.

But she made a fuss.

Did you hear that right?

Who did he say he liked? Like me?

Oh my gosh, why is this happening!

Absently, she put the basin and handkerchief back to their original positions, and Yang Ruoqing returned to her house in a panic.

I washed my face with cold water, lay down on the bed, and stared at the tent ceiling.

Then he replayed everything in his mind about getting along with Zuo Junmo since they met.

She sat up straight.

Beauty is a curse, you didn’t expect that your charm would be so great that even Zuo Junmo would be attracted to you?

How could he be like this?

He and Tang Yazi were in and out of each other as a couple, and they were engaged.

How could such an outstanding person as Zuo Junmo do this to someone else's fiancée?

This taste is so strong.

Yang Ruoqing knocked on her head and lay down again.
To be continued...