Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

The two people opposite were still drinking one cup after another, with no intention of restraining themselves at all.

Yan He's words of dissuasion went around in his mouth, but in the end he said nothing.

He took an empty bowl, filled it with soup, and handed it to the monk.

"Master Wuxiang, please drink some soup first."

"Thank you, donor."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door, and the waiter's voice came from outside: "Sir, the tea is here."

After hearing the response, Wu Si turned around and helped him open the door.

Yan Rui narrowed his eyes: "Why did you order tea? I want to have a good drink today."

"Brother, just drink it yourself, why do you always let others drink it?"

"I'm happy. Little Master Wuxiang should have a drink too. It's a rare trip to Mobei."

As he spoke, he picked up the wine jug and wanted to pour it into his cup, but was blocked by Yan He.

"Master Wuxiang is a monk and cannot drink alcohol or eat meat."

There are too many rules and restrictions.

Yan Rui felt very uncomfortable after hearing this: "Now I am neither in the Central Plains nor in Buddhism..."

He said so, but didn't want to continue. He turned around and started drinking with Shi Moheng again.

Wuxiang sat there, his eyes indifferent, and he had never moved his eyes away from Yan He since he stood outside the door.

He curled his eyes and said, "Thank you, benefactor."

"..."

Since we met today, I don't know how many times I have said these polite words.

Yan He lowered his eyes, did not respond, and helped him get another cup and fill it with tea.

He looked up at the two people who were drinking more and more enthusiastically, and then said, "Don't you have to leave tomorrow? If you drink any more, I'm afraid it will delay the time."

"Don't worry, benefactor. Mo Heng has a good alcohol tolerance. He knows his limits and will never let alcohol get in the way of things."

"Oh."

What does she have to worry about? It's not like she's leaving.

Yan He picked up the wine bowl beside him and drank it in one gulp.

He reached out again and picked up the jar of wine to pour it out.

A slightly cool hand suddenly rested on the back of her hand. The force was very light, but it made her subconsciously stop.

I looked up with some surprise, and met a pair of eyes with a hint of smile.

There was a sense of comfort inexplicably.

"Donor, drinking alcohol is harmful to your health, so it's better to drink in moderation."

"..."

Yan He turned his head and looked at the two people who were still chatting and drinking, and the jar of wine in his hand was taken away.

She sat back down, stared at the little bit of wine in the bowl, and blinked.

He took a deep breath, and did not reach for it again. He just said lightly, "But I want to drink some."

She was really depressed and conflicted.

The originally bright little princess lowered her head, leaving only her furry hair facing him.

His shoulders drooped slightly, as if he had suffered a great injustice because his wine had been robbed.

No one forced to go back.

Just sit there pitifully, telling yourself that you still want to drink.

Wuxiang paused, and his hand holding the Buddhist beads tightened slightly.

Finally, he compromised and returned the jar of wine to her.

The only difference is that the bowls for wine were replaced with cups.

Gently comforting: "It's just that drinking is harmful to your health, I'm not saying that you can't drink."

There were four people at a table, three of them were drinking wine and one was drinking tea.

The two men drank like brothers, one drank silently, and the other watched others drink.

If other people saw it, they would find it weird.

Although he changed the cup, he still couldn't hold back his drink and the whole jar of wine was almost empty.

When the monk spoke again, Yan He finally turned away and stopped drinking.

Stand up.

"Let's go to the bonfire party and have some fun, okay?"

"it is good."

Yan Rui and Shi Moheng's faces were already red from drinking, and they were completely boiling with excitement.

My son was in high spirits at the moment, so naturally he wouldn't refuse.

When the few people left the restaurant, the cold wind outside made people shrink their necks unconsciously.

Even my confused mind became much clearer.

Yan He's hands suddenly felt warm, and a hand warmer was stuffed into his hand.

The monk bowed his head and explained: "I saw that the donor's hands were cold, so I asked the store to buy one."

"Thank you."

Shi Moheng pressed down the hat on his head: "What about me? Don't I have any?"

"I am poor."

"..."

Yan He walked behind him holding the hand warmer, and the last bit of loss he had felt was completely dispelled.

She couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, revealing two dimples.

When they arrived, the bonfire had already been lit and was surrounded by everyone.

Even before getting close, I could already feel the warmth in the air.

Along with the crackling sound, there was an orange-red flame dancing in the air like a giant dragon, majestic and powerful.

It was a unique feast, with Almo's people singing and dancing around the bonfire.

The joy in it will unconsciously infect newcomers.

"We'll go too."

Yan He stood on the periphery and watched for a while, then suddenly took Wuxiang's hand and dived into the crowd.

It disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The other three were stunned and then quickly followed.

But there were so many people that I couldn’t find it at all, and I could only be led away by the dancers.

Yan He held on to the big hand tightly, and when the other party was about to let go, he said, "You'll get lost later."

The ending tone has not yet fallen.

The other party still broke free, but quickly pulled himself up again.

This time the force was much greater than hers.

Yan He looked up in surprise, and heard him whisper, "Be careful not to get lost."

"......Um."

She resisted the urge to smile and tiptoed along with the group as they circled the campfire.

Maybe I was infected by the atmosphere, or maybe it was because of other reasons, but I was in a very good mood.

Growing up by the campfire, Yan Rui also integrated into the group quickly and pulled Shi Moheng to join in.

The person I was looking for just now but couldn't find just happened to appear right in front of me.

Across the blazing fire, the pair of tightly clasped hands came into view.

A strange feeling came over me.

Chidan, this devilish girl...

"Wait......"

"Prince, hurry up and catch up. There's a traffic jam behind us."

Before he could say anything, Wu Si was urging him from behind, pushing him forward.

When he looked again, the person had disappeared, as if what he had just seen was an illusion.

There were too many people here now, so he had to give up for the time being.

Put the speculation back.

Holding hands by the campfire, is there nothing special about it in Mobei?

After all, Master Wuxiang is a monk, so wouldn’t he mind?

Wu Si followed behind him, seemingly concentrating on the bonfire party, but in fact his mind was already wandering away.

She also saw the princess holding hands with Master Wuxiang just now.

It's really over. I don't know if the eldest prince saw it clearly?

Shi Moheng, who was walking in front, watched the actions of both teams, fanning himself with a folding fan and humming a little tune.

He looked leisurely and seemed to fit in particularly well with the group.