(One) Consistent troubles

Ruyi has been having some troubles that are difficult to understand with outsiders recently.

Watching the night banquet, everyone in the same place raised their glasses and laughed, drinking a thousand bells, Ru fell into deep thought again and again.

Perhaps Feng Rugu's nature is just like the demon's love and hate, and his temperament is very open and close. After several months of getting along, he has been in numbers with the people of the Bushimen, and it is hard to count.

Many young demons admire Feng as usual.

Feng Rugu knew very well how to make people hate him.

Similarly, if he puts his heart into it, he can easily make others fall in love with him.

Ruyi quietly reminded him in the midst of joyful songs and laughter: "Entertainment Father, drink less."

Feng Rugu whispered to him: "You kiss me, and I will say my wife won't let her drink."

Ruyi: "..." He turned his face and ignored Feng Ruyuan.

Feng Rugu didn't think it was offended, so he picked up the jade cup: "Respect - a hundred generations of time!"

Below was a young disciple who was already intoxicated and cheered: "Sect Master, it takes hundreds of years to drink a hundred glasses of wine to count!"

Feng Rugu laughed: "What's the point of a hundred cups--"

Ruyi suddenly got up and kissed him quickly at his earlobe.

...No.

Feng Rugu pursed the wine glass on his lips and quickly changed his mouth: "Mrs. I just told me that the wine in the glass is a fine wine for ten years. One cup costs ten years of time. Ten cups of strong wine. Let's see who will fall first?"

There were many shouts below, including cheers, and the laughter of the sect leader who was "the wife was strictly in charge".

Feng Rugu smiled and poured the wine in the glass towards the place where the sound of cheering sounds began. He turned around and pressed his lips with an empty cup. He compared the lip to Ru: ten cups, and then go to bed after drinking.

For example, "..." Let me be with you, I don't care.

After the Shijue had drunk all his strong wine, the drunk young men below fell into a skewed manner.

The banquet was coming to an end. Feng Rugu put on a big cloak and stepped out of the hall, not forgetting to chisel a crisp sound on the forehead of the demon disciple who was the loudest and most drunk just now: "Silly boy, please yell again."

The "silly boy" was lying on the table in a daze, groping around, and laughing foolishly from time to time.

When I left the hall gate and arrived at a secluded place, I passed the cold wind, Feng Rugu's drunkenness surged, and was dizzy and staggered in Yueruyi's arms.

He leaned in Ruyi's arms, squinted his eyes, and smiled and shouted: "Xiao Ruyi~Little Hongchen..."

Ruyi caught him: "Entertainment Father, you are drunk."

"Well..." Feng Rugu raised his face, touching his fingers on Ruyi's soft red lips, his expression seemed to be focused and confused, "Do you want me to be drunk or awake?"

"I……"

Ru pursed her lips and whispered: "I hope my adoptive father will be happy."

Feng Rugu didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Ru turned her face with a thin red face and said coldly: "I hope my adoptive father can learn to take care of his body."

Feng Rugu hugged his neck and tricked him: "What should I do if I can't learn it?"

Ruyi still remembers the hatred he said nothing but said nothing: "I don't know."

Feng Rugu stood on tiptoe and kissed him happily on the lips: "You just need to take care of me more."

Ru's cheeks were flushed and her cold face could hardly be maintained: "Yes."

He brought him back to the back of Yu Sheng Temple, Ruyi took off his boots, socks and robe, and he was still yelling about the heat. As a last resort, Ruyi could only take off his clothes.

The red lotus blooming all over him was still particularly bright on his red skin, which was urging by the drunkenness.

The seven flowers are blooming, and the suppression and detoxification effect of Qingxin Stone is no longer there.

After many years, Feng Rugu finally got drunk happily.

If you carefully cover his body with a quilt.

Who would have thought that as soon as he raised his legs, he pressed most of the quilt under his bare long legs.

If you cover him again.

Who would have thought that he just turned around and soaked a cup of tea. Feng Rugu kicked the quilt clean and walked the bird proudly. He pulled the quilt and covered his face as if he was shameless.

As one: "…"

He spread the quilt flat on the bed, then placed Feng Ruju on the quilt, and rolled him up carefully.

After the roll was rolled, Ruyi was still not relieved, so she took the belt, tied it around the waist, and tied a knot in the center of the roll.

...Feng Rugu finally became honest.

When the surroundings were quiet, it was once again aroused by that insignificant trouble.

Ruyi has always thought that he loved Feng Ruyuan, of course it is not just because he is his adoptive father.

He loves him all the time on the long street, in the sinking water, when he lay on his back, and when he lifted his veil.

So, how did Feng Rugu, who knew from the beginning, fall in love with him?

After thinking about it, I have to admit that to fairness, I seem to have nothing cute except being his adopted son.

Once this thought was born, it made him feel uneasy and he was about to run out to cause trouble. Last night, when he was in a dream, he suddenly woke up, and was tossing and turning around with this problem and the sourness of his heart until dawn.

When Feng Rugu was awake, he never dared to ask him, for fear that he would laugh at him for gains and losses.

Now, the adoptive father is drunk and his mind is not very clear...

Ruyi moved to the side of the bed and touched Feng Rugu's cheek with his fingertips, causing Feng Rugu to let out a long "well--" sound, as if a thirsty cat stretched.

Ruyi called him tentatively: "Entertainment Father?"

Feng Rugu was confused: "Hmm?"

Ruyi couldn't speak, and grabbed the bed sheet and her fingertips turned white. Then she asked in an indifferent tone: "Entertainment Father, do you like... me?"

Feng Rugu closed his eyes, but Ruyi could feel him rolling his eyes hugely.

He said in a dim manner: "I don't like you, what kind of room do you sleep with? I have no conscience. You slept with me, but I haven't asked you if you like me."

As one: "…"

Ruyi was always silly in front of Feng Rugu, and now he was robbed by a drunk person so much that he couldn't speak. After a long time of rest, he mustered up the courage to continue asking: "Where do you... like me?"

Feng Rugu said in confusion: "You are pretty."

Ruyi: "…where is the best place."

Feng Rugu was impatient: "You don't know where you look good at yourself, so look in the mirror."

Ruyi refused to admit that Feng Rugu liked him just because of his appearance, so he fundamentally rejected: "I don't look good."

Feng Rugu laughed: "Little blind man."

As one: "…"

It was so sad that it was twisted into a ball.

Just because... I look good?

He lived for more than twenty years and became an Israeli servant?

Ruyi was a little unwilling to give up and asked, "What if I get old in the future?"

"You are old, I am older than you."

"I won't dislike you." What about you, do you?

Feng Rugu said with peace of mind: "You dare to be blind people will dislike me."

As one: "…"

He was a little anxious: "What about besides his appearance?"

Feng Rugu pondered for a long time and murmured, "I owe you. Before you, I never owe anyone in my life." Even his parents' revenge was immediately avenged.

Ruyi: "..." This seems to be the answer he longs for.

Ruyi resisted the itchy feeling of the slightly hot wine pounced on his earlobes, and he was very tempted: "If you brought me back to Fengling, what would have been...?" Will you still like me?

Feng Rugu thought about it and said, "If I had taught you, you would have been lively and cute now. How could you be so inexplicable?"

Seeing that he couldn't understand his hints, Ru clenched her fists in anger and kissed him on the cheek hard, and the depression in her chest was slightly relieved.

Feng Rugu continued to murmur: "...If you were in Fengling, if nothing happened, why should we take so many detours..."

Ru Yixin suddenly moved, and asked with indescribable expectations: "When did you...?"

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"Well..." Feng Rugu frowned, he was already a little annoyed by him, and replied in a vague way, "It's been two years since Hanshan Temple."

For example, "..." It's so late.

After answering, Feng Rugu realized that his merits were fulfilled, and he turned over comfortably, planning to have a big sleep.
To be continued...