Zhang Jingfang went to the hospital to accompany her at night.

Mo Yiyang finally looked forward to the opportunity to sleep with Yuan An. These days were miserable, and she was extremely lonely.

All of Yuan An's Barbie dolls were also moved here and stood in a row in her pink room to welcome their owner.

Mo Yiyang opened a bottle of red wine, very deliberately. At this time, it had been a long, long, long time since the last passionate kiss on the street. He felt that it was as long as a century, and he missed it so much.

They were wearing thin pajamas, sitting on the sofa, clinking glasses, chatting and eating snacks.

He was a little distracted, and his thoughts were racing wildly. It was just like, if a person has never tasted a good taste, he never knew what it tasted like. The problem is, he tasted it, tasted it, and still missed it all the time.

His eyes were so impure. Yuan An's white skin dazzled him. His eyes were dazzled and his heart was filled with joy.

Does he think it's time to get drunk on a night like this?

He asked her: Are you drunk?

She was in high spirits: No, I can drink well.

He asked again: When can you get drunk?

She answered very grandly: I am not drunk today, I have to get up early in the morning and cook.

He said dullly: "Oh." After a pause, he added: "I'll cook tomorrow morning."

She smiled and praised him: "You've been doing better and better recently."

His eyes lit up: "Is there any reward?"

She glared at him: "You need a reward for cooking! That reward is almost worthless!"

He was so depressed: "Oh." The romantic red wine turned into a boring wine, and he was so sad that it hurt his liver.

Yuan An put down his wine glass, his face was very red and he said: "Okay, let's take a rest. After I deliver the food tomorrow, we will go to Junyi Company. Junchen has a lot to answer for today..."

"I know." Mo Yiyang finished the drink in one gulp and poured another glass.

Yuan An's eyes widened: "Are you still drinking?" She went to grab his wine glass: "Don't drink anymore! You won't be able to get up tomorrow morning."

He drank another gulp: "Don't worry about me, I can get up." He also emphasized: "I'm cooking tomorrow morning, why can't I get up?" So he poured another glass.

Without saying a word, Yuan An grabbed the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. He said with great magnanimity: "Okay, don't waste the wine! Sleep..." Before the word "sleep" came out of his mouth, Mo Yiyang pulled him and fell on him.

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The two hot drunk bodies were pressed together through the thin and soft pajamas.

The sofa was very big, so he fell down and hugged her soft body tightly. The smell of his alcohol sprayed in her ears, exuding the mellow aroma of red wine and his unique masculine scent.

It smells so good, it's ten and a hundred times stronger than red wine.

Yuan An's eyes were blurred and her mind was blank. She even clearly felt his hot hardness pressing against her body.

So confused and obsessed.

She knew she should push him away, but she didn't want to. That passionate kiss on the street instantly occupied all her thoughts. Such a bone-gnawing taste...

She suddenly thought, why did he ask her if she was drunk?

Did he want to kiss her too?

She didn't dare to look into his eyes, but just murmured: "Well... I'm drunk..." The hint was so obvious, and the colorful ambiguity dyed the air purple and red in an instant.

He stopped talking nonsense and directly blocked her lips.
Chapter completed!