Huo Wu heard the words "husband", her hand movements paused, and the blush on her face deepened. Fortunately, she lowered her head and no one saw her.
Huo Wushuang actually heard it. He looked at Zhu Zhuqing, then at Fang Fan, scratched his head, and smiled innocently.
Fang Fan walked up to Zhu Zhuqing, took the wine bottle from her, and took a sip.
After taking a sip of wine, he slightly raised his eyebrows at Zhu Zhuqing, as if asking, "What did you just say?"
Zhu Zhuqing looked away, pretending not to see it, but the pink at the tip of her ears was still betrayed by the moonlight.
Huo Shan could see it clearly from the side. He turned around twice in his mind before he slowly understood.
No wonder this young man has such cultivation at such a young age, and the women around him worship him as a god.
He looked at his daughter's expression again, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly coughed and changed his subject. "Pacifying-the-State King, it's getting late. I've already asked people to clean up a few upper rooms, which are in the east wing of the backyard. They should take a rest early." He then ordered his servants to lead the way.
Fang Fan nodded, took Zhu Zhuqing's waist, then reached out to take Ning Rongrong from Huo Wu's shoulder, half-supporting and half-carrying him and walked towards the east chamber. Zhu Zhuqing followed beside him, holding Ning Rongrong's other arm.
Huo Wu stood there, watching the white figure disappear behind the moon door, and finally looked away after a while. She lowered her head and looked at her hands, and when she was supporting Ning Rongrong, her fingertips touched Fang Fan's cuffs.
She clenched that hand until her knuckles turned white, and the fire in her heart was still burning, making her whole body warm.
She turned around and walked back to her yard, walking a little faster than when she came, her red hair swaying in the moonlight.
Huo Shan stood in the center of Martial Arts Arena, looking at his daughter's back, and then at the lighted window in the east wing. After a long while, he sighed.
How could a father like him not understand this girl's thoughts?
When the night spread over the eaves of Blazing Fire City, Fang Fan walked out of the east wing.
Zhu Zhuqing had already fallen asleep, and Ning Rongrong was drunker than anyone else. The two of them were squeezed into the same bed, breathing as smoothly as two leaves falling together.
He didn't disturb them, just put on a robe, carried a wine bottle, and walked slowly along the corridor behind the courtyard.
The yard that Huo Shan arranged for him was extremely quiet. There were a few horn lamps hung in the corridor, the light was dim and yellow, casting Fire Maple's shadow on the bluestone ground, like a pile of half-burned embers.
He walked to the small garden in the backyard and found a stone bench under a Fire Maple tree to sit down on.
The moon hung in the sky, big and round, and coated the red leaves in the garden with a layer of silver. The red was tinged with white, and the white was tinged with red. It was indescribably beautiful. He put the wine bottle on the stone table and was about to raise his head to take a sip when there was a sound of very light footsteps behind him.
"Fang Fan... Still not sleeping so late?"
Huo Wu walked out from the corner of the corridor. She changed into a plain red dress, her hair was loose and not tied up. The moonlight fell on it, like a layer of frost burning on it.
She walked a little slowly, with her hands behind her back and her fingers twisted together, as if she had been mentally preparing for a long time before taking this step. She originally wanted to say good night, but when the words came to her lips, she ended up saying this.
"Drinking."
Fang Fan turned his head and glanced at her, pursed his lips toward the wine bottle on the stone table, and shrugged.
Under the moonlight, Huo Wu was a little less angry than in the daytime, and more indescribably soft. Even her eyes seemed to have been diluted by the moonlight. They were no longer burning red, but rather like a shallow pool filled with stars.
Huo Wu took a few steps closer and stood at the other end of the stone bench.
She wanted to say, "Then I'll sit with you for a while," but before she could say anything, she felt something was wrong. She was standing here, only three steps away from Fang Fan, and the Soul Power in her pubic area seemed to have been lightly touched by something, and the speed of circulation increased a few minutes out of thin air.
She was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously took half a step forward. The feeling became more obvious, as if an invisible trickle was overflowing from Fang Fan's body and seeping into her meridians. It was warm, soft, neither hot nor strong, but it warmed her whole body.
"What's so good about wine?"
She asked. This question was a bit confusing, and she knew it.
But she really didn't know what to say. The feeling of Soul Power improvement was so real that it made her panic.
Fang Fan picked up the wine bottle, turned it half a circle in his palm, and suddenly turned his head to look at her, with his usual lazy smile on his lips.
"If you feed me something to drink, maybe it will be different."
Huo Wu was stunned in place.
She originally wanted to ask him out for a walk. The Blazing City was very quiet at night. There was a Fire Creek outside the city. The water flowed out from the foot of the volcano. It was warm all year round. It emitted white steam during the day and reflected the stars at night. It was a favorite place for young people in the city.
She had even thought about how to go, but Fang Fan's words shattered all her plans.
Feeding him wine? She had only poured wine for her father in her life, and passing the cup was considered as her filial piety.
Hey, she had never even thought about using this word for wine.
"Really? Then I'll try."
She heard herself say this. When the voice came out, she felt a little unlike herself.
She reached out and took the wine pot. The body of the pot was warm, with the heat of Fang Fan's palm.
She pulled out the stopper, put the spout of the pot to his lips, and tilted it slightly. The amber wine flowed out, and Fang Fan took a sip from her hand, and his Adam's apple rolled.
She took back her hand, but the residual warmth in her palm was still there, but her Soul Power suddenly jumped, as if someone had added a handful of dry wood to the furnace.
[Ding, Drunkenness Value+30.]
The light in Fang Fan's eyes flickered slightly. It was a little worse than Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong, but it was much better than the ordinary feeding method.
Before he could speak, Huo Wu had already moved the spout of the pot up again.
Her movements this time were much more natural than before, her wrists were steady, the spout of the pot was only half an inch away from his lips, and the wine flowed evenly and slowly.
She took another mouthful. Fang Fan swallowed it, and she exhaled slightly. The rising and falling of her chest was a little more obvious than before. It felt really good. She even wanted to take another mouthful.
"Are you in love with me?"
Fang Fan suddenly spoke.
The sound was not loud, but it was like a stone thrown into still water, which shook Huo Wu's whole body.
"Are you drunk?"
She suddenly took back the wine bottle and hugged it to her chest, as if the bottle could protect her from something.
She did like him. From the moment he picked her up at Soul Fighting Arena, it felt like sparks falling on hay.
When he held her in his arms, his arms were reassuringly steady; when he pinched her father Fire Snake between his two fingers, it was as easy as picking up a leaf.
She had never seen such a person in her whole life. He was young, strong, and calm, and he seemed to be surrounded by a ball of light wherever he stood. But she didn't dare to say it. She Huo Wu had always been fierce and forthright in Blazing Fire City, but in this matter, she didn't dare.
Fang Fan didn't answer her words.