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However, she did not ask this question.

Why would he do that?

Han Sifeng's mind was filled with questions.

Even Han Muyun's patient attitude made her feel suspicious.

Liu Zihui looked over with interest. "I didn't know your sister could play the pig to eat the tiger, but she actually caught up to Qin Yao."

"Shut up!" Han Muyun's expression was very gloomy, but his eyes revealed a hint of coldness.

"You look very unhappy?" My elder sister and my best friend should be fine, why would she keep a cold face? " Liu Zihui curled her lips. Everyone who came here looked blissful and sweet, but only she had to watch their faces.

He really didn't understand, why did he have to warm up and stick to his cold butt!

"He actually gave her a drink!" Han Muyun acted as if he didn't hear what Liu Zihui said, and said it in a low voice while grinding his teeth.

Liu Zihui saw that Qin Yao seemed to be doing it on purpose and was pouring wine for Han Sifeng.

"It's just red wine. It's not like I'm going to die from drinking some." Liu Zihui snorted. It would be weird if they did not drink here.

"She has never touched alcohol before. What is this guy trying to do?" Han Muyun couldn't wait to drag Qin Yao over and beat him up.

"Hey, you're eating with me. Can you leave your sister alone?" Liu Zihui suddenly felt annoyed.

He always had to put his sister in his heart. It would be tiring for him to fall in love with such a person.

"He's still drinking!" Han Muyun couldn't hold it in anymore and wanted to get up to stop him.

"Han Muyun, how long are you going to keep your sister tied up for?" Liu Zihui raised his eyebrows and slammed his knife and fork on the table, not hiding his anger, "My whole life? Let her always belong to you, always be around you, never have her own life and the boy she likes? "Han Muyun, look at how she treats you. Can you learn to respect others?"

Although Liu Zihui's personality was fiery, and her words were unpleasant to listen to, every word she said made sense.

Han Muyun pursed his lips. Indeed, he should let go of her, but … That was Han Sifeng. No matter what, he would never let her leave his Han Sifeng.

Qin Yao poured another glass of red wine and handed it over to Han Sifeng. "Drinking a bit less doesn't matter."

Han Sifeng looked uneasily at Han Muyun as if he was focused on talking to Liu Zihui.

Han Sifeng took the goblet and handed it to him, a little upset.

"Should we have a drink first?" With a gentle smile, Qin Yao replied, "This is my first time drinking with Little Feng."

"Yes …"

Han Sifeng smiled apologetically, suppressing the confusion in his heart.

"To Little Feng's happiness, cheers!" Qin Yao lightly touched the goblet in Han Sifeng's hand before gracefully sipping a mouthful of red wine.

"You have to be happy too." The temperature on Han Sifeng's face rose rapidly. He took a sip of red wine and said softly.

If everyone around her were happy, she would be happy too.

However, there was still a trace of loneliness and melancholy in the corners of Qin Yao's eyes.

Even when she smiled, it wasn't the same bright and bright smile she had on the basketball court.

People change when they meet feelings. That seemed to be right.

He looked at Han Muyun, who had a bad temper, but now, under the candlelight, there was actually a trace of gentleness.

When he talked to Liu Zihui, he was envious of how focused he was.

"Thank you for taking care of me these past few days," the goblet in his hand was gently touched once more. Qin Yao's voice pulled Han Sifeng back from his thoughts. "I've been very happy these past few days."

"Really?" Han Sifeng looked into Qin Yao's eyes and asked doubtfully.

"Of course, why would I lie to you?" Qin Yao smiled and raised his goblet to his lips.

Han Sifeng also smiled.

She's not worth deceiving, is she?

They didn't want to make up such a beautiful lie for her.

This was because Han Sifeng knew how to forget. If he knew he was powerless, he would give up as soon as possible.

But emotions …

Han Muyun didn't have the slightest ability to resist his feelings.

Even though he knew that the abyss in front of him was beyond redemption, he still jumped down without hesitation.

That was why he was the hopeless fool.

"Feng, this third cup." Qin Yao suddenly stood up and leaned over the narrow dining table. He only stopped when his nose was about to touch Han Sifeng's flushed face and gently whispered, "The third cup, thanks for your liking."

Han Sifeng felt a bit intoxicated, so when Qin Yao approached her, she didn't dodge. Instead, she stared blankly at his handsome face.

The warm and sweet scent of the young girl wafted over his face. It was so itchy and warm that Qin Yao's heart suddenly began to feel like it was about to melt.

Looking at her flawless skin at such a close distance, that pair of eyes that was especially bright due to the drunkenness … So beautiful …

The girl Han Muyun had always wanted to protect was truly like a beautiful pearl. Where there was light, it emitted a gentle and not dazzling light.

Han Sifeng's eyelashes fluttered, feeling that he was really drunk.

Why was Qin Yao so close to her …

The breath that was so close to her nose was almost snatched away.

Qin Yao raised his goblet and held her wrist with his other hand. With a soft laugh, he said, "Cheers."

In what seemed like an instant, Qin Yao elegantly returned to his original position and calmly finished the rest of the wine.

Han Sifeng's hands trembled slightly. Was that an illusion I saw when I was drunk?

She really couldn't drink.

"She doesn't drink." It was unknown when Han Muyun had walked up to the table and was frowning as he stared at Qin Yao. "You'll get her drunk!"

He could no longer bear to watch any longer. Just what was Qin Yao planning to do!?

Han Sifeng looked intoxicated. His eyes were watery, his cheeks were bright red, and his eyes seemed to be infused with a hint of spring light …

Sure enough, alcohol can have a messy nature!

The usually conservative and traditional Han Sifeng could be bullied at any time by drinking two cups of wine!

Thinking of this, Han Muyun became even angrier.

"Xiao Yun, it's fine." Han Sifeng was shocked by his sudden arrival. Before he even finished his sentence, he felt a surge of fire rush to his head.

"You're about to have a big tongue, and you're still fine!" When Han Muyun heard her soft voice, he got even angrier.

"Red wine doesn't matter." With a smile, Qin Yao grabbed the cup that Han Sifeng had just finished and poured himself another glass of wine.

"What are you trying to do?" Han Muyun grabbed the bottle of wine, anger flashed across his eyes as he asked in a suppressed voice.

He clearly knew that Han Xifeng wouldn't reject a single drop of wine, yet he still wanted to pour her a single drop. Was he provoking her on purpose?

Furthermore, she took the opportunity to eat the tender tofu. Such intimacy was truly irritating.

"Teaching Little Feng how to fall in love." Without the slightest bit of anger, Qin Yao met Han Muyun's eyes and said, "It seems like your reaction was a bit too slow. If only …"

"Shut up!" Finally, Han Muyun's bad temper came out. He somewhat angrily interrupted Qin Yao as he grabbed his arm and restrained his anger, saying, "We should talk about this properly."

"That's exactly what I was thinking." After Qin Yao finished speaking, he gave Han Sifeng an apologetic smile and left with Han Muyun.

Han Sifeng propped his forehead and was a little dazed.

Just what exactly was going on? He had always felt that there was something fishy going on between the two of them, but from the looks of it, Han Muyun's feelings for Qin Yao weren't ordinary at all.

So the two of them were fighting each other just now?

Ah!" Oh right, Qin Yao knew that Han Muyun had brought his girlfriend to dinner, so he pulled her over to anger him?

"Hey, are you okay?" Liu Zihui walked in front of Han Sifeng, waved her slender finger in front of her eyes and giggled. "Not bad, you got your sweetheart so quickly. I underestimated you."

"Huh?" Just as Han Sifeng was thinking about the relationship between Qin Yao and Han Muyun, he suddenly saw a girl with heavy makeup sitting across from him. She didn't even have time to react.

"However, the alcohol consumption is too small. If you can't handle such a small amount of red wine, how are we going to socialize in the future?" Liu Zihui shook her head in disappointment. She rested her chin on her hands and asked, "Are you dizzy?"

"It's you …" Han Sifeng seemed to have just recognized that the girl with the beautiful makeup on her face was Liu Zihui, and nodded without any strength as she held her forehead.

With a slight nod, he felt the wine in his mind begin to swirl.

"Of course, what do you think? Looks like I'm really drunk... Did Qin Yao kiss you just now? Liu Zihui suddenly asked as she fiddled with her curly hair.

"Huh?" Han Sifeng felt extremely dizzy.

"Well done, you have a bright future." Liu Zihui smiled happily, as if she was really happy for her.

However, after a few seconds, Liu Zihui's face darkened, "But your brother's performance is too obvious! They don't even put me in their eyes! This is too much! "

"Mm …" Han Sifeng really wanted to say something to her, but when she saw Liu Zihui's red lips open, her vision became increasingly blurry, and her consciousness also became increasingly blurry.

"Hey!" You're not, are you? Hey, hey! "How can we get kai like this?" Liu Zihui saw her giggling at him before he yawned and fell asleep …

He fell asleep …

He had really fallen asleep!

How could he fall asleep at such a crucial moment?

Eating and drinking with the male god, and before he could even take a step forward, he had already fallen asleep by himself. Wasn't this way too hopeless?

Liu Zihui poked Han Sifeng with her finger.

Han Sifeng looked as if he was dead asleep and didn't move at all.

"What are you doing!" Han Muyun's voice swept over like a storm.

"What can I do?" Liu Zihui had the same temper as Han Muyun, so she asked him back unhappily.

With so many people and cameras, could she have murdered his dear sister?

While Han Sifeng was still in a daze, he seemed to hear someone arguing.

There were even people who tossed and turned her over and over.

Her chest was pressed down until it hurt, but she didn't have the strength to turn around, so she could only maintain an uncomfortable posture.

A gust of cold wind blew against his face, making him feel like he was about to wake up, but he couldn't open his eyes no matter how hard he tried.

Han Muyun's words could be vaguely heard.

As for what she was saying, she couldn't hear it clearly.

The long street was filled with blissful couples. Only Han Muyun's face was filled with anger.

He was carrying a woman who was as drunk as a dead pig, how could he be happy?

Han Muyun was very unhappy, he didn't like what he saw tonight. "Damn it, why is this street so long?"