Han Yichu's face turned white suddenly, as if the color of his blood had gone.

A sense of fear hung in his mind.

No one knows. He can't lose his heart.

Today, Qingwu is the person engraved into his heart. What he sees is more important than his life.

"Leaning dance, leaning dance..."

Shouting and shouting, Han Yichu's voice is a little hoarse, this kind of pain, next to the human body will not.

As a man, he is going to cry.

Han Yichu's eyes are red. He looks everywhere in a panic and shouts everywhere.

The voice is hoarse, the pain trembles

In fact, in the kitchen, Huang Qingwu heard the sound of pain and hysteria.

Although her heart trembled, she felt a little uncomfortable.

In fact, listening to Han Yichu's voice, she also felt bad.

But now her heart is more painful. She still wants to drink. She doesn't want to talk to Han Yichu at all.

If she can give up, she will leave.

But she didn't go, didn't leave, didn't leave without mercy like last time, that is because she loves Han Yichu, she is not willing to leave.

But she couldn't forgive.

She didn't know what to forgive.

She just couldn't make sense of it.

So she took another sip.

She didn't know how tortured Han was when he couldn't find her.

In fact, both of them are tormenting themselves now.

Only because of love, because of love, so will pain, will mind too much.

Han Yichu couldn't find Huang Qingwu on the second floor, and there was no light on the first floor. Because Huang Qingwu didn't like light, she wanted to be quiet in the dark.

Han Yichu yelled on the first floor and finally heard a different voice.

His heart trembled and he followed the voice.

He smelled a strong smell of wine, very strong, some pungent.

Han Yichu's heart trembled, not sure if it was Huang Qingwu in it.

He's really afraid that the emperor will dance away.

He didn't even dare to make a sound for fear of disturbing his lover.

With shaking hands, he groped for the kitchen switch and turned on the kitchen light.

When he turned on the light, he saw the emperor's dance sitting on the ground and, of course, the wine bottles rolling down on the ground.

He looked at Huang Qing dance, still facing the wine bottle, drinking one mouthful at a time.

She narrowed her eyes because of the light, just looked at Han Yichu indifferently, then turned her eyes and continued to drink her wine.

Han Yichu was relieved when he saw that Huang Qingwu didn't leave, but his heart hurt more when he saw her like this.

Han also Chu this meeting, even dare not approach Huang Qing dance.

That eye, indifferent eyes really stabbed Han Yichu.

But even if it hurt again, he didn't want to let her leave, he would not allow, how would not allow.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his throat was dry and painful, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

Even breathing is painful.

But he still slowly, slowly squatted down, reached out to touch the wine bottle in Huang Qingwu's hand, and wanted to take away the wine bottle in her hand.

But before he got close to Huangqing dance, he was slapped open by Huangqing dance, "you go away."

Hearing such an indifferent voice, Han Yichu shakes his whole body when he thinks of the lingering.

He said hoarsely, "it's me, it's the beginning..."

"Oh, I know who you are. You don't have to stress it."

She wants to drink now, and no one wants to talk to her, especially Han Yichu. She doesn't want to see her.

She was afraid to see it and could not help saying something hurtful.