After some thinking, she felt that she had just been drunk.
So whatever you do makes sense.
What's more, Brother Luo Ran was drunk just now, otherwise he wouldn't have kissed her back, let alone made such passionate moves just now, even though he didn't make it to the last step...
But Su Yili could feel that if she hadn't sneezed just now, it was very likely that they would have made it to the end, or even rolled around a few times.
As the saying goes, there is no need to care too much about a drunk person.
So for the same reason, Su Yili doesn't have to worry about herself.
Besides, people just have to be more spontaneous, and it's very uncomfortable to always suppress yourself.
As a result, Su Yili stopped hanging his head and pretended that nothing had happened.
Ji Luoran also wore a gentle smile, as if the passionate scene just now was just a dream.
After seeing Su Yili off at the door of her apartment, Ji Luoran said to Su Yili: "I'm not going up. It's very late today. I'll come back another day to see."
Su Yili nodded and said "ok".
Although she can pretend that it never happened, but if brother Luoran really comes up by then.
A man and a woman alone in the same room...
Then the sparks clicked...
It is very likely that the two of them will continue to burn firewood.
Just in case, it's better to avoid it for now.
After Su Yili entered the apartment, Ji Luoran's car was still parked near the apartment. He sat in the driver's seat in a daze, his mind completely occupied with the scene that had just happened while drinking.
Yi Li's lips...
Yi Li's body...
And those breasts that look like little white rabbits...
Ji Luoran suddenly felt that the air in the car had become thinner, and there was a faint heat wave in his lower abdomen, as if it was going to burn him up. The small tent that he just got down from rose up again.
He sighed and had to drive back to his house quickly.
Ji Luoran lived alone. After returning from the United States, he bought a sea-view villa and lived alone. He turned on the light and found that his tent still refused to go down and was so swollen that it hurt.
He had no other choice but to sit on the sofa and turn on the projector. The curtain slowly lowered, and there was a photo of Su Yili smiling brightly.
He unzipped his pants.
He placed one hand on the hot spot and stroked it up and down, sometimes quickly and sometimes slowly, while shouting Yili's name.