It Turns out that I am Beautiful and Miserable [Quick Transmigration]

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Unsurprisingly, the young man nodded.

However, he didn't drink as much as he imagined, swaying, but stood extremely steady, with clear eyes, staring at the unfinished glass of wine in his hand.

It was difficult for Gu Cong to distinguish whether the other party wanted to urge him to complete the ceremony, or wanted to have another sip.

After a long absence, Gu Cong raised his curiosity beyond the battle situation, and tentatively handed his wine glass to the young man's lips.

Seemingly a little puzzled, the young man raised his eyes and blinked puzzledly, but before Gu Cong could speak again, he imitated what the other party had just done, lowered his head and gently pursed his mouth on the man's hand.

Then, he reached out and pushed the wine glass back.

He looked a little sorry and embarrassed.

Gu Cong was stunned for a moment.

Although the other party was very quiet the whole time and couldn't communicate like ordinary people, he seemed to understand the meaning of the young man. The other party probably misunderstood something, thinking that one sip for you and one sip for another is the rule for drinking Hebei wine in the General's Mansion.

But until now, explaining again will only make things more embarrassing. If you make a mistake, you will make a mistake. Gu Cong drank the remaining hot liquid in the cup in one gulp, without even moving his eyebrows.

Until his peripheral vision glanced at the other side of the cup, where the young man swallowed it, there was a small wet water mark.

Conditions in the army are limited, and it is common to eat big pot meals, but just this time, Gu Cong felt uncomfortable all over, and the alcohol that should have been ignored was burning in his chest.

Seeing that the young man was going to fill up the glass that was swallowed by the other party before, and do it again to complete the "ceremony", Gu Cong quickly pressed the wine pot, cleared his throat, and shook his head:

"enough."

Xi Ye cooperated and stopped.

The trumpet's aphasia was at first a psychological factor that was too much stimulated by sudden changes. Later, years of silence made his voice as dry as a machine that had been abandoned for a long time.

Like the migraine in the previous world, aphasia is a plot setting that comes with the trumpet, and unless it survives the death point, it will be difficult to recover no matter how hard it is.

Therefore, Xi Ye simply didn't bother.

He has never eaten pork but has seen pigs running. After living for so many years, he certainly knows how to drink Hebei wine, but occasionally pretending to be innocent to tease Gu Cong is far more important than the correct process.

Just like at this moment, there was no pen and paper in the bedroom, so he took the man's hand and wrote word by word in the other's palm: "General, do you have something to say?"

Gu Cong had indeed prepared a lot of words.

However, I drank all the joint wine, and still took the initiative on my own, and when I talked about drawing a line and living in separate rooms, I always felt a bit of a bastard who turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.

During the short moment of his silence, the young man's hand moved again, and the other's fingertips were soft, sweeping across the palm, itching like a feather: "General, you don't have to force it."