The fragrance of tea is overflowing, stimulating people's taste buds.
She prepared two cups, poured one for Mo Zhao first, and smiled at him: "How does it taste?"
Mo Zhao took a sip with satisfaction and praised: "Not bad" Gu Xijiu's eyes lit up, as if receiving this compliment from him was the happiest thing for her.
Di Fuyi felt it was dazzling, so he paused and said in a warm voice: "Xijiu, can you give me a drink?
I'm very thirsty."
He was indeed very thirsty.
This place was like a steamer, and he had no spiritual power.
The heat here had almost evaporated all the water in his body, and his originally light red lips were also cracked.
Gu Xijiu looked sideways at him, her eyes paused on his chapped lips, then she pursed her lips, poured another glass, and brought it to him.
Mo Zhao's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't stop her.
He stood there with his arms folded, watching her walk in front of him.
When Gu Xijiu walked in front of him, her thin eyebrows suddenly raised, she took a few steps back and looked at him with a frown.
Di Fuyi was keenly aware of the abnormality in her expression: "What's wrong?"
Gu Xijiu glanced at his chapped lips again, pursed her lips, and seemed to have made a mistake.
Finally, she held her breath and walked up to him again, bringing the teacup close to his lips: "Drink, hurry up."
Di Fuyi drank the tea with her hand.
The aroma of tea filled his mouth, but there was a hint of bitterness that poured into his stomach.
As soon as he finished drinking Gu Xijiu, he quickly retreated, as if he were a ferocious beast, and even lifted her small stove for boiling water a little further.
Di Fuyi looked at her: "Xijiu, can you give me another drink?"
Gu Xijiu frowned, paused for a moment, then turned to ask Mo Zhao: "Brother Zhao, why do you want to imprison this person?"
The chains between Di Fuyi's wrists clattered.
Brother Zhao Mo Zhao glanced at Di Fuyi proudly and raised his hand to rub Gu Xijiu's heart: "This man is a big bad guy and is Brother Zhao's mortal enemy."
Gu Xijiu frowned: "Then why don't you kill him?"
Mo Zhao sighed softly: "After all, it is a human life.
Brother Zhao can't bear it."
"Oh."
Gu Xijiu stopped asking, but glanced at Di Fuyi coldly: "You are a bad guy, and you are against Brother Zhao.
I won't give you tea even if I have it."
Di Fuyi: "" He sighed: "If you believe him so much, maybe he is the big bad guy."
"Nonsense, Brother Zhao is a good person."
Gu Xijiu didn't want to talk to him anymore and stepped forward to hold Mo Zhao's arm: "Brother Zhao, let's go."
Mo Zhao took another look at Di Fuyi, who was already very pale, and felt unusually happy in his heart.
Before leaving, he doubled his comfort: "Di Fuyi, in three days it will be the wedding day of Xijiu and I.
Although you are my enemy, I will never argue with you. , I will invite you to have a wedding drink with us."
After saying this, he took a closer look at Di Fuyi's suddenly clenched fists, smiled proudly, and left with Gu Xijiu in his arm.
Di Fuyi was still lying there, his eyes lowered.
Gu Xijiu didn't interact with him at all when she came in this time.
When she slapped Mo Zhao's shoulders, she really slapped his shoulders instead of sending him a message by tapping Morse code.
Xijiu, have you really forgotten everything?
There were four dishes and one soup on the table, and Gu Xijiu sat there quietly eating.
Mo Zhao sat next to her, watched her eating, and asked after a while: "Is it delicious?"
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