Chapter: 107

Bai Zhi's talking tuberculosis was cured on the spot, her slender fingers were stirring the corners of her clothes restlessly, her pretty face was flushed.

A trace of heartache flashed in Ying Wuji's hazy drunken eyes: "You can't bear it, I'll sleep drunk all night with my clothes on..."

"Oh well……"

Bai Zhi stretched out her white and soft little hands, trembling slightly, reaching for Ying Wuji's belt.

The night was falling, and the lights in the room were a little dim.

Looking at Ying Wuji's handsome face, Bai Zhi felt her heart beating violently, her hands were hanging in the air, and she dared not stretch them out.

But after waiting for a while, he didn't hear Ying Wuji continue to urge him.

Looking carefully, he found that his eyes were closed, his breathing was steady, but his brows were slightly frowned, and he didn't know if it was because he was too uncomfortable to wear clothes.

The son is already asleep?

Bai Zhi poked Ying Wuji's shoulder carefully, and whispered: "My lord, my lord, are you asleep?"

Ying Wuji didn't reply, he seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Bai Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, it's good to fall asleep, if he just looked at her and undressed him, wouldn't it be...

Just thinking about it makes some earlobes feel hot.

Her tension subsided a lot, took a deep breath, and carefully helped him undress him.

It would definitely not be a problem to undress Ying Wuji with her strength, but after all he slept too deeply, although he was at his mercy, physical contact was inevitable.

Occasionally touching his warm skin, Bai Zhi couldn't help but blushed a little.

tunic, top...

One by one, only the inner lining remained, with a faint smell of alcohol.

It's finally over!

Bai Zhi wiped the sweat from her forehead, and tiptoed to flee, but heard another groan.

"thirsty..."

"..."

Bai Zhi had no choice but to come back again, made another bowl of herbal tea for Ying Wuji, carefully helped him up, and carefully fed him to drink.

Ying Wuji finally snorted comfortably, his eyes half closed, he wondered if he had fallen asleep.

Bai Zhi asked in a low voice: "My lord, are you still thirsty?"

"I'm not thirsty anymore!"

"Then you sleep..."

"I am cold!"

"...ah!"

Bai Zhi let out a cry, and was captured by Ying Wuji in her arms. She was so frightened that she closed her eyes on the spot, and her body couldn't help trembling slightly.