Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

Wen Xuan suddenly took action, holding the bottom of the wine jar with one hand, and suddenly grabbed Zhao Xuan's finger that was about to withdraw with the other.

This sudden movement made Zhao Xuan raise his eyebrows unconsciously and look at Wen Xuan with a half-smile. If Wen Xuan hadn't become confused now, he would have wanted to tease people and ask him if he did it on purpose!

Wen Xuan grabbed Zhao Xuan's finger, but actually did nothing. He just held it silently, then straightened his back and looked up at the moon.

Zhao Xuan didn't care at all whether Wen Xuan caught his finger or not. Wen Xuan looked at the moon, and he followed Wen Xuan's gaze and looked there, then smiled.

Just like talking to Wen Xuan casually and naturally, without treating him as a drunk person at all, he teased, "Are you looking at the stars or the moon?"

Wen Xuan said nothing.

Zhao Xuan was neither discouraged nor annoyed, and continued to ask, "You can look at the moon, but can you let go of my hand?"

With a hint of meaningful teasing, the elongated tail note followed his movement of leaning forward to get closer to Wen Xuan again. This scene made people blush and their hearts beat.

Even in ancient times, in this era of traditional and conservative thinking, anyone who saw their posture at this time would find it difficult not to think too much.

It’s not that there are no such things as broken sleeves, it’s just that no one dares to bring it to the table. No matter whether they are poor or rich, after all, people...always live in a worldly perspective, and no one is an exception.

Zhao Xuan didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. The more Wen Xuan didn't react or answer, the closer he got, until finally his chin rested on Wen Xuan's shoulder.

He... vaguely felt Wen Xuan's shoulders stiffen slightly.

Zhao Xuan not only did not retreat because of this, but instead raised his eyes, his eyes fell on Wen Xuan's chin, and said slowly and completely unrelated to before, "It turns out there is a mole on the back of your neck."

Originally, these words were nothing, but when Zhao Xuan spoke, he was facing Wenxuan's neck. He exhaled and inhaled, and his warm breath hit the most sensitive neck and earlobes.

The left earlobe was already red, and now it was even redder. It was as red as stained with residual blood, which was hard to ignore.

This sudden change of topic and gesture revealed an indescribable intimacy and ambiguity.

Naturally, Wen Xuan couldn't maintain the posture of looking up at the sky, so he could only retract it. His fingers unconsciously tightened on the edge of the wine jar. The blue veins on the inner layer of his long and white fingers could be faintly seen.

Zhao Xuan seemed to have found some interesting toy. Not only did he not restrain himself, he also reached out and touched the mole on the back of Wenxuan's neck. The mole was located in the middle.

His fingers were warm and he touched the mole lightly, but this touch made Wen Xuan... feel an unusual and special feeling.

"Hey, what's down here?" Just as he was about to pull Wen Xuan's collar back to see clearly, Wen Xuan's fingers were grasped tighter.

"Don't move." Wen Xuan could no longer ignore the "misbehaving" Zhao Xuan and could only stop him.

Even speaking out could not stop someone from moving his hands and feet, so he could only grab Zhao Xuan's fingers sideways.

The slender white fingers are like works of art, very beautiful.

The moment Wen Xuan grabbed Zhao Xuan's finger, he felt an inexplicable touch, as if an electric current had penetrated into the surface of his skin.

He looked to the side in panic, his ears were red as if they were dripping blood, and his voice and words were more serious, "Don't move."

The voice was slightly louder, but it couldn't be said to be harsh.

He didn't even dare to look at Zhao Xuan, acting a little guilty, as if he was the one who touched people, not Zhao Xuan.

Zhao Xuan's eyes turned around Wen Xuan's face...and ears, and then he shrugged with an innocent expression. He was obviously the one who did the bad thing, but his expression looked more innocent than anyone else's.

"I thought you were drunk and unconscious, and I was thinking, should I send you back to the house?"

Wen Xuan lowered his eyes, and his thick eyelashes covered the turbulent emotions in his eyes at this time. Faced with Zhao Xuan's words of "beat him up", he did not let go of his hand, but lowered his eyes and remained silent for a moment before raising his eyes to look at Zhao Xuan.

"I'm not drunk."

Zhao Xuan chuckled.

Maybe the night was too gentle, or maybe Wen Xuan's words made him laugh and make him smile truly.

Wen Xuan grabbed the fingers of his left hand and did not let go. Zhao Xuan did not insist. Instead, he continued to raise the wine jar in his right hand and took a few sips with his head raised.

Wen Xuan stared at Zhao Xuan's movements for a long time. He didn't know whether he was watching him drink well or watching him drink.

"Compared to the mole on the back of your neck, the small tear mole in the corner of your eye is more beautiful." After Zhao Xuan drank the wine, he squinted his eyes as if he was enjoying it, and his whole person looked a little lazy and relaxed.

When he said this, he turned his head and stared at the small tear mole under the corner of Wen Xuan's eye for a while.

Wen Xuan was startled, as if he didn't expect Zhao Xuan to praise him so much. He unconsciously let go of Zhao Xuan's fingers, raised his hand, and touched the small mole under his right eye.

"It is said that people with small tear moles are destined to be bumpy and tearful." Zhao Xuan actually doesn't believe in this kind of numerology, especially what will happen if the mole grows somewhere!

Wen Xuan frowned slightly unconsciously, obviously he didn't believe this either.

"I don't like crying." He said calmly, straightening his back and taking several sips of wine.

Indeed, as Zhao Xuan said, he was not good at drinking. His eyes were full of water vapor, and his misty eyes showed that he was about to get drunk.

Zhao Xuan likes Wen Xuan like this. What's the point of being too sober, especially Wen Xuan's temperament. When he is sober, he keeps everything in his heart and doesn't say it out.

Only when you are not awake will some clues be revealed.

"why?"

"Crying can't solve any problems." Wen Xuan replied calmly.

"However, sometimes crying is a good way." Zhao Xuan paused, took a few sips of wine, and continued, "Showing weakness will allow people to get some special treatment."

Wen Xuan's eyes flashed slightly, not sure if he understood the deep meaning of Zhao Xuan's words, but these words obviously got into his heart for the time being.

Zhao Xuan quickly drank up the entire jar of wine in his hand. Drinking capacity can be practiced, and he is the leader.

Next to him, Wen Xuan drank most of the bottle and suddenly fell down, his head resting on Zhao Xuan's shoulder.

Zhao Xuan felt his shoulders sink. When he looked down, he saw Wen Xuan's jade-white face with an unignorable blush, and his ears were even redder.

"He said he wasn't drunk." He couldn't help but chuckle and murmured.

Wen Xuan suddenly asked, "Zhao Xuan, are you going back to the sect?"

Zhao Xuan was startled, a little unsure whether Wen Xuan was drunk or not?

"...Well, it's almost time."

He didn't know how to answer this question?

At first he wanted to go down the mountain to find a way to go back a hundred years later, but now he found Wen Xuan. Seeing such a high-spirited young man, he suddenly felt unsure whether to leave later or now...