The season of falling snow (18)

As soon as Xie Yan 'er said this, the air became silent.

Xiajun Zihao looked at Xie Yan 'er deeply, his eyes were a little complicated.

Xie Yan 'er could feel the pressure from xiajun Zihao's body. It was a little strong, and she could barely breathe.

Since when did her brother Hao have such a strong aura?

Just as she was struggling to say something, xiajun Zihao retracted his aura.

"Do you still remember what happened after we drank?"

Xie Yan 'er raised her head and observed xiajun Zihao. She realized that she really couldn't understand him no matter how much she observed him.

When did he become so complicated?

Xie Yan 'er shook her head,"I don't really remember."

It was also her first time getting drunk, so she was not very clear about many things and did not have much of an impression.

"How ... How did I get here?" Xie Yan 'er asked after a pause.

Xiajun Zihao didn't answer Xie Yan 'er. Instead, he walked past her and went to the first floor.