In the haze, Murong Qingzhen only heard himself calling her name continuously. The tip of his tongue was a little clumsy and labored, and the words he spat out were a little blurry. The words seemed to be held in the tip of his tongue, as if they were not spit out. And Jiang Zimo's answer suddenly came far away.
Suddenly approaching, it seems to be there and not at all.
Finally, her fragrant body came close to him with electric current, and she helped him up. He smiled, followed her out of the seat with a swaying body, and moved his steps in the haze.
Then they got into the car, and she gently put his head on her shoulder and patted his back very softly. He leaned against her shoulder and smelled the faint fragrance of flowers on her body.
Her hair brushed lightly against the wings of his nose, tingling slightly. He lowered his head and rubbed the end of his nose harder against her fragrant soft hollows.
"Qingzhen..."
He heard her cry, and tried to open his sleepy drunken eyes to respond, and also wanted to see her face carefully. It was a bit difficult, but he still saw the questioning look in her eyes.
"I'm fine, I drank a little too much." Maybe it was a slight seafood allergy. He knew that he had this problem since he was a child, but it was not serious. So he instinctively comforted her, and he didn't want her to worry about him anymore.
After Jiang Zimo entered the hotel suite, he put him on the bed and left in a hurry.
Murong Qingzhen shook his hand and touched his forehead. His thoughts were still not clear. The alcohol was burning in his chest, and there was a heavy and dull pressure on his chest.
He only touched the bed, well, it was soft underneath him.
So, they went back to the hotel?
Murong Qingzhen tried hard to find some clear consciousness in his thoughts.
Then he saw her return to his side, holding his head up, and she fed him the warm water she had just poured. The water tasted a little strange, a little sweet.
"Azi..." After drinking the water, his dry throat finally spit out clearer words.
She put her hand on his forehead, and wiped his cheek carefully with a towel moistened with warm water. He closed his eyes in fascination, and gently touched her palm with his lips with some dependence. He murmured repeatedly in his mouth.
Her name, over and over again, until it completely filled every corner of his heart.
After a long time, she took out her hand.
Somewhat annoyed, he searched for the familiar temperature in the air. Then he heard the sound of turning off the lights and the sound of cloth rubbing against his skin. His heart inexplicably accelerated the beating rhythm, with some expectation, some uncertainty, and a sense of excitement.
There was a bit of hesitation, but at this moment, the body was faithfully burning up. The accumulated heat started from the lower abdomen and flowed to every cell in the body along with the blood flow.
He tried his best to suppress it, but it wanted to explode uncontrollably. Hot desire surged up like a tide, and his reason slowly lost its way in the chaotic thoughts.
Murong Qingzhen twisted his body with some struggle, but his slightly trembling body snuggled into his chest at this moment.
"Azi..." He sighed, a little surprised and a little hesitant, but his arms refused to obey and held the delicate and silky thing into his arms.
Before he could speak, he felt the buttons of his shirt being unbuttoned one by one, and soft lips touched his chest without stopping, wandering around, taking a breath, and moaning softly.
With a sound, he began to feel as if his whole body was being placed on a red-hot iron plate. If it didn't burn, he would die of thirst.