A face in debt?
His face, it looks like he's in debt?
Han Ming's words fell, and Ning Lan's brain gradually woke up. Why does this sound so like Yelv Hamming? Yelv Hanming? Ah?! Ning Lan's eyes were instantly fixed on Hanming's smiling face, widened their eyes, and determined that the visitor was indeed Yelv Hanming. As soon as she tilted her body, there was a cry of surprise, and the whole person fell off the swing.
"Be careful."
Han Ming made a quick move and hugged Ning Lan who fell from the swing in his arms.
After a shock, the drunkenness disappeared for a few minutes. Ning Lan, who was held in Hanming's arms, was already red on her cheeks, which was red to her neck. Some embarrassed asked, "you... How could it be you..."
Han Ming replied in an unconventional way: "in the future, after drinking, don't sit on the swing." the scene just now was still in Han Ming's mind. If he hadn't shot in time or he wasn't beside her, he would have fallen off the more than one meter high swing and hit the ground.
"... put me down."
Ning Lan was speechless for a while. Seeing that Hanming still didn't release her, she said shyly: "... Put me down."
Han Ming ignored Ning Lan, walked to the bedroom with Ning Lan in his arms, and asked, "why do you want to drink?"
Ning Lan was a little flustered when she saw Hanming holding her to the bedroom and not letting her go to the ground, as if there was a deer jumping up and down.
"Whether you drink or not has nothing to do with you."
She drank wine because... Because... She didn't know why. She just wanted to drink. She heard a lot of his secrets from her staff. She was in a good mood and drank some wine
Han Ming gathered up the remaining smile on his face and asked with calm black eyes, "did you drink muggy wine because you want to go back to Daqi?"
Back to Daqi?
Back to Daqi?
She really wants to go back.
"Yes. I want to go back. Will you let me go back?"
Hanming walked into the bedroom with Ning Lan in his arms, put Ning Lan down, and asked again, "do you want to go back so much?"
Ning Lan nodded firmly. Her eyes were full of supplications and expectations. She looked at Han Ming and begged, "yes. Let me go back. I really want to go back all the time..."
PS: 11 it's getting better. Yaya went to cook.