Chu Sheng started his plan to become a demon again, but Mu Ran was totally unaware of it.
Looking at the hot food on the table, Mu Ran almost couldn't hold back his saliva.
He forcefully maintained his composure and began to look at the meals on the table.
The bright red color, the steaming food, looks very appetizing.
but¡ª¡ª
Unlike the meals on this table that seem to whet your appetite, there is a transparent glass on one side of the table.
The glass contained a pale pink liquid.
Mu Ran looked suspiciously: "Qinghe, what is this?"
Lin Qinghe smiled shyly when he saw the cup: "Brother, this is the wine I just made casually."
"liquor?"
Mu Ran's eyes lit up instantly when he heard this word.
He stretched out his slender white fingers and picked up the wine glass directly.
The pink liquid refracts a little light under the loading of the transparent wine glass, which looks very beautiful.
Mu Ran's wine worm, who had been silent for a long time, was instantly hooked by this color.
How long has he had no fruit wine?
Immediately, Mu Ran couldn't help holding the wine glass to his lips.
However, when Lin Qinghe watched his movements, his expression changed suddenly: "Brother, don't¡ª"
It's a pity that Lin Qinghe yelled too late, and the pale pink liquid flowed down Mu Ran's lips into his mouth and slid down his throat.
The moment it entered the mouth, Mu Ran's expression changed slightly.
It's not because of anything else, it's because the taste of this wine is a bit unpleasant
All kinds of uneven fragrances, combined with the somewhat pungent smell of alcohol, made Mu Ran almost choke.
He looked at Lin Qinghe, his throat moistened with fruit wine was a little hoarse: "Qinghe, in the future, you should make less fruit bars."
Lin Qinghe's lips moved, but he didn't speak.
But his expression was a little annoyed.
His eyes were pressed against Mu Ran's moist and shiny lips, and his eyes were a little darker.
In fact, he didn't intend to make wine just now, and in fact he didn't know how to make wine at all.
But just now, for some reason, I suddenly started making simple fruit wine.
And the movements are quite proficient, as if engraved in the bone.
Taking it out is purely because I want him to see it psychologically
How does it taste, he didn't taste it.
But his intuition is that it is not good to drink.
Looking at the man sitting on the chair and pretending to be indifferent, the smile on the corner of Lin Qinghe's lips deepened.
The man with a stern face had two blushes on his cheeks, blushes on his ears, and a pair of beautiful eyes that were misty.
Mu Ran smacked his mouth.
The slight bitterness in his mouth made him feel bitter in his stomach.
Lin Qinghe is really a genius, he can make fruit wine bitter
However, why did he feel dizzy?
Moreover, why is Lin Qinghe's eyes so weird?
"Qing Qinghe, you"
Lin Qinghe stepped forward, grabbed Mu Ran's hands with a slightly cool hand: "Brother."
The kind and gentle words did not let Mu Ran relax his vigilance.
He moved his fingers, only to find that his hand was tightly held by Lin Qinghe.
Mu Ran frowned slightly: "Qinghe, what are you doing?"
Lin Qinghe moved his face closer to Mu Ran, and the thick smile on his face outlined an ambiguous atmosphere: "Brother, I call you brother, what should you call me?"
Mu Ran's head was dizzy, and his brain was a little dull: "Qinghe, what are you talking about?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com