The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

Lan Wangshu stared at the glass with longing eyes, pursed his lips, picked up the glass and was about to bring it to his lips.

Mo Yici stopped her, and the man's rough hands squeezed her wine glass hard.

Lan Wangshu looked at him with some confusion. If he wanted to drink, he could just drink his glass. It was not like he had not been given the chance. It was really annoying.

She was a little unhappy, but she knew that her fighting power was not as good as Mo Yici's, so she had to stretch her head, open her mouth, and take a sip from the glass. Mo Yici's hands moved, and he could see her pearly white teeth and the pink tip of her tongue.

Lan Wangshu took a sip and lay back contentedly.

Mo Yici quickly put down the cup, flew to her side, hugged her in his arms, and put his hand under her nose.

He moved very quickly, completing it in a flash. Lan Wangshu was startled by his action, opened his eyes, and was about to speak when his raised lips touched his fingers.

The two people separated quickly, their faces a little red, and only silence remained in the room.

Mo Yici was of course shy. He had always been surrounded by men since he was a child and had never had the opportunity to get so close to a girl. He rubbed his index finger with his thumb.

Lan Wangshu was different. She was not shy. These were just minor incidents. She was mainly embarrassed. Help, how could she accidentally kiss someone else's finger? She secretly glanced at Mo Yici's expression. He wouldn't think she was a pervert, would he?

“Ahhhhhhh, help me, I can die, but I can’t die socially.”

In her consciousness, she was screaming like a groundhog, and Lai Qianer felt as if the earth was shaking.

[Earthquake? Earthquake! Run.]

The sound of money coming in calmed her down a little, but her face still showed a blush of embarrassment and shame.

"Shut up, there's no earthquake coming from this place, it's your consciousness that's going to shake."

Mo Yici looked at her slightly flushed cheeks and thought that she was too shy to speak. He was indeed a little reckless in this matter.

"Well, Miss Lan, I was rude. I thought you were poisoned."

Lan Wangshu adjusted his expression, looking easy-going and dignified.

"Mr. Mo, what are you talking about? It's all coincidence, it's an accident, right? Hahaha."

Mo Yici touched his nose, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"There was a lot of foam in the wine just now. The girl took a sip and closed her eyes. I thought..."

Lan Wangshu understood instantly. Oh, isn't this a lack of information? What could ancient people know? Of course he chose to forgive him. He was also worried that she would die. Mo Yi, the poet, was quite nice.

"This is a drink. It's not poisonous and tastes good."

Lan Wangshu took another sip in front of him and then asked him to taste it.

Mo Yici stared at the cup in a daze, still hesitating whether he should try it, and looked at her deeply.

His pupils were very black, as if they could absorb the light. Lan Wangshu looked into his eyes and couldn't help but reflect on what he had done wrong. Then he slammed the table, and Mo Yici came back to his senses instantly.

"I'm sorry, General. I took the wrong cup. This cup is yours. Try it."

Just as he was about to reach out to take the cup, the door of the room was pushed open. Lan Luochen and Zhou Xingnan stood outside the door, looking at them blankly.

The four of them stopped moving for a moment, and Lan Luochen's eyes instantly turned red.

"elder sister."

"Why are you crying?"

Lan Wangshu suddenly felt that there was something ambiguous between her and Mo Yici. The current situation was that Lan Wangshu and Mo Yici were sitting on one side. Mo Yici lowered his head and looked at her face. Lan Wangshu held a cup to his lips. She looked at the postures of the two and found that something was indeed wrong. Mo Yici also reacted, reached out to take the cup and sat up straight.

Lan Luochen was so angry that tears came to his eyes. What right did Mo Yici have to look down on her sister?

Zhou Xingnan was also stunned, looking at the two of them with a look of deep sorrow.

"I can explain this."

Zhou Xingnan pulled Mo Yici over and sat aside. Lan Luochen stood in Mo Yici's original position and looked at Lan Wangshu.

The cold pale little face made the red eyes and nose look pitiful, and there were crystal tears hanging on the cheeks, which made Lan Wangshu's heart melt.

He quickly pulled him to sit down and reached out his hand to wipe his tears.

"Why are you still crying? Isn't Luo Chen a man?"

"My sister is about to run away with someone else, and she won't even let me cry."

Lan Luochen was still angry, and his tone was full of grievance.

Lan Wangshu pursed his lips. He didn't realize that his younger brother had the potential to be a green tea bitch.

"I can really explain it."

She recounted the entire story, skimming over the part where Mo Yici hugged her and she accidentally kissed someone else's hand.

However, Mo Yici felt that his face was getting hotter the more he thought about it, so he secretly opened the window on the side. The night wind blew away some of the heat on his face, and he finally felt better.

"That's good."

Zhou Xingnan breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest. He was so scared that he thought his boss was really going to be killed by Big Brother Ice.

"But why are you here at this time?"