Reborn Totalitarian Queen

Chapter 71
Song Chuxi's whole body tensed up, and her thoughts returned instantly.

Because it was already the end of the month, and it seemed to be cloudy outside, there were no lights in the Buddhist hall, and it was completely dark, and it was completely dark.

Although this Buddhist hall is not in the courtyard of Mrs. Duanmu, it is close to it, and there is a special woman guarding it outside, so most people dare not intrude casually.

The man's hand was on her waist, and he didn't move for a while.

And Song Chuxi was only on guard for that moment.

Then, wrapped in a cloak, she rolled over and sat up.

"Why, stop pretending?" In the darkness, Duanmuqi's familiar voice came, with a languid smile, and the hand on Song Chuxi's waist did not move away.

He just sat on a futon next to him, and then he fished her up, pulled her into his arms and hugged her, with his chin resting on her shoulder.

In the beginning, Song Chuxi's alcohol tolerance was indeed not very good, but over the past few years, he has been trained.

It's just that her wine taste is not very good, so Duanmu Qi still doesn't like her drinking.

As for the big glass of wine during the day, she couldn't drink it down at all, but it was true that she was easy to drink.

Song Chuxi let him pull into his arms.

His breath, fluttering against her cheeks, was slightly moist but also mixed with a strong smell of alcohol.

Song Chuxi frowned, dissatisfied: "Have you been drinking?"

When Duanmuqi dined with her, he basically didn't drink alcohol, and when she usually saw him——

With the smell of alcohol, this is the first time.

"Well! The weather changed at night, so I drank two more cups to warm up!" Duanmu Qi said, his chin resting on her shoulder, and most of his body weight leaned on her, his tone of voice was drunk, a little unclear Chu, "Are you here, are you cold?"

"Are you saying I'm cold?" Song Chuxi said angrily, raising his hand to push his face away.

She blamed him for sending her here.

"Heh——" Duanmuqi's hoarse laughter sounded vaguely from the darkness, but he didn't move any more, he just said: "I was afraid that you would catch a cold, so I came here to see if I need to help you warm the bed .”

If this is said between other people, it will sound somewhat ambiguous, but the relationship between the two of them is subtle. It has been four years, but it seems that the relationship between the two has been maintained for four years In the casual and natural relationship as before, there is no taboo in everything.

Duanmuqi's voice was indistinct, and there was no movement after that, only the sound of his heavy breathing after being drunk floated in the silent Buddhist hall.

He was always good at hiding his emotions.

Today, he is abnormal.

Song Chuxi sat there, waited for a long time and didn't see any movement or words from him, so she couldn't help feeling a little worried, so she lifted the cloak and groped towards him from the darkness.

Duanmu Qi sat there cross-legged.

Song Chuxi's hand touched his knee first, and it was wet and cold, so she frowned, "Is it snowing outside?"

"En!" Duanmuqi replied in a low voice, but still didn't move.

In the dark, nothing can be seen.

Song Chuxi raised her hand, and when she touched his sideburns, she realized that he was sitting there with his head drooped and dozed off.

Due to her own body, her fingertips were slightly cold.

When it fell on the cheek, Duanmuqi naturally noticed it, so he raised his left hand, pressed it on the back of her hand, and gently put her palm on his cheek, warming it bit by bit with his body temperature.

Duanmuqi didn't take the initiative to speak all the time, Song Chuxi became more and more strange in his heart, and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with you? Could it be that something happened outside?"

Although the entire Duanmu family has not yet fallen into his hands, Song Chuxi is convinced that there is no suspense about the outcome of this matter.

Even if there was another conflict with Duanmu Yang, he wouldn't want to drink away his worries.

In normal times, even if Duanmuqi couldn't give her an answer, he would probably have to make jokes, but today, he chose to remain silent.

"Aqi?" Song Chuxi suddenly felt a little uncertain, and tried to touch his forehead with the other hand, "Are you feeling unwell?"

In the dark, she couldn't find out exactly where Duanmuqi was.

Duanmuqi suddenly grabbed her wrist and moved forward forcefully, Song Chuxi threw herself into his arms unexpectedly.

He opened his arms, hugged her, rubbed his chin against her shoulder again, and murmured childishly, "Are you worried about me? Are you worried that I will feel uncomfortable?"

What is going on with this man today?

Song Chuxi couldn't bear to think too much, so she pushed back instinctively, "I was afraid that you would catch the wind and cold so you deliberately wanted to infect me!"

This girl has a sharp mouth, and she really never wants to suffer.

"Ha——" Duanmuqi laughed again when he heard the words. He hugged her, sniffed the scent that seemed to be absent from her hair, and remained silent for a while, just when Song Chuxi thought he was It wasn't when he fell asleep, but he heard his voice again, "Chu'er, you know, I've never been a good person—"

Intermittent, and not much seriousness.

People say that Duanmuqi speaks the truth after drinking, and Duanmuqi is indeed not a good person. As the designated heir of a big family, Song Chuxi can almost think of what Duanmuxiang will train him since he was a child.

A person like him only seeks the goal, and it is commonplace to use unscrupulous means.

But if he was sober, he would never say such a thing.

At this moment, Song Chuxi couldn't help being slightly shocked.

He hugged her a little too hard, and even made her feel a little depressed.

"But—" But Song Chuxi didn't stay silent for too long, and then said casually, "You treat me pretty well."

"Heh—" Duanmuqi smiled inexplicably in the darkness, "You don't even ask, what have I done?"

(End of this chapter)