Wen Xihe's eyes suddenly widened, and her consciousness was already a little groggy. The sudden kiss suddenly short-circuited her already not very bright brain. She felt that her brain went blank, she had a severe headache, and she couldn't even breathe.
It didn't go smoothly either.
She blinked her eyes, and under the fumigation of drunkenness, she saw the face that she loved and hated at the same time. Even though she was drunk, she did not forget the reason why she was drunk. She stretched out her hands to resist, with both hands
But she was held firmly by the man. Her body was restrained in the man's arms, and the kiss became deeper and deeper.
He Mingjue......
Wen Xihe closed her eyes, and her little struggle was stopped. She sighed a little in her heart, her eyelashes flashed, and she finally let "He Mingjue" kiss her.
Unable to help herself, she leaned closer and obeyed her own will. She imitated the way a man kissed her, inserted her tongue into his lips, responded to him lightly and timidly, and entangled with him.
As soon as the man's movements stopped, the originally uncontrollable kiss turned into a prairie fire because of Wen Xihe's small response.
He groaned and pressed Wen Xihe onto the car seat. The man's wet and hot kiss moved away from her lips and slowly moved to her ears, neck, collarbone...
After drinking, Wen Xihe's body was already burning with a strong flame. Now under the man's touch, the situation became even more intense. She let out a rapid gasp, but it did not stop the man's hands from moving.
He walked around from behind her and in front of her. Slowly, he stroked her exquisite body.
Wen Xihe was so tempted that he completely lost his mind. With a groan, his hands wrapped around the man's neck unconsciously.
On the verge of breaking out.
She took the initiative to put her lips to hers and breathed out like a blue breath, "Mingjue..."
The man's previously uncontrollable movements stopped instantly, and the burning passion in his body and mind seemed to be met with a bucket of cold water in an instant, completely chilling him.
"Lord Hades..."
Feeling the man's neglect, Wen Xihe in his arms murmured with dissatisfaction, nuzzled into his arms like a kitten, his eyes drifting, completely hazy.
Lan Lingzhou looked at Wen Xihe under him in silence, his eyes were blurred with drunkenness, his face was red, and his mouth was letting out uncomfortable moans fumigated by drunkenness.
Even when she was dominated by drunkenness, this woman never forgot the man named "He Mingjue" for a moment.
And he, just now, even took on that man's identity and almost killed her.
At that moment, Lan Lingzhou's eyes were full of violence.
He wanted to give himself a hard slap.
He wanted to reach out and strangle the woman who was completely out of sorts.
How could Wen Xihe in her arms know that she had once again stabbed a man in the heart without realizing it. Her head hurt and her body felt heavy. And the body she was leaning on at this moment,
Beating with the warmth she needed most. At that moment, she suddenly didn't want to leave at all.
She needs such a chest, she needs such warmth.
Obeying her own will, she pressed her cheek against the man's chest. The sound of a slightly rapid heartbeat could be heard in her ears. She leaned in and subconsciously stretched out her hands, wrapping them tightly around the man's waist. Her little face gently
After rubbing it for a few times, a slight sigh flowed out unconsciously from the lips.
That sigh resolved the resentment in Lan Lingzhou's heart in an instant. He sighed helplessly, and subconsciously touched the brow of the woman in his arms.
What kind of thing made her so sad? On such a night, she ran out alone to get drunk?
Even though he lost consciousness, he still frowned tightly.
He looked down at the woman in his arms and examined her carefully, but his eyebrows softened a bit unconsciously.
Another sigh.
How many times is this tonight?
The man bent down and took Wen Xihe out of the car.
Cars are definitely not allowed to be driven. It is a half-hour walk from here to my villa.
But Lan Lingzhou didn't want to wait.
Looking down at the woman huddled in his arms, Lan Lingzhou's heart moved. He called someone to handle the scene, took off his clothes and wrapped the woman in his arms into a ball.
Holding her in his arms, he strode back along the road.
In the night wind, a tall man held a ball in his arms and walked quickly along the road that was not bright at night. From time to time, cars passed by, and there were always people who couldn't help but take a look.
Wen Xihe seemed to be sleeping in her arms. A pair of small hands grabbed Lan Lingzhou's clothes. Even in her sleep, she seemed very uneasy. She kept moving back and forth, until finally, Lan Lingzhou felt that she was wearing
As soon as the shirt's chest felt cold, a woman's cry followed.
"Woooo..."
Lan Lingzhou stopped, and after realizing that the coldness came from Wen Xihe's tears in his arms, he walked again.
"Why don't you believe me..."
Crying sounds mixed with accusations, accompanied by the sound of a woman sniffling, came intermittently.
"He Mingjue, you said you love me, why don't you believe that I am innocent..."
Lan Lingzhou finally decided to completely ignore this woman's cries. She was too noisy and annoying, and she frequently gave him the urge to throw her out.
The woman he loves most is in his arms, and he cannot touch her, but he still has to listen to her express her true feelings to the man he loves.
In Lan Lingzhou's memory of that moment, he felt that there was no other woman in the world who could be more cruel than Wen Xihe.
Along the way, he held her in his arms and listened intermittently to her accusations against He Mingjue. It took nearly an hour from the scene of the car accident to his villa.
When he held her, she was crying.
When he held her and walked on the road, she was still crying.
When she tried to growl at her to shut up, she was still crying.
When Lan Lingzhou walked to the door of his house, took the key, opened the door and threw the woman on the bed.
Looking down, the woman in her arms had lost her voice. Her cheeks were rosy and shone seductively under the light. She closed her eyes and breathed regularly, one after another.
She fell asleep when he decided to let her have a good cry...
The man took a deep breath and resisted the urge to kill someone. He squatted beside her and slapped her cheek with both hands. When it had no effect, he increased the force.
Wen Xihe, who was on the bed, only felt some pain on her cheek, but did not wake up. She frowned despite the discomfort, and reached out to pat the hand off her face.
"Go away..."
The man closed his eyes again and felt his temples throbbing.
The next second, he opened his eyes and moved forward. His hands fell on the buttons of Wen Xihe's clothes and he narrowed his eyes slightly.