Anyway, she doesn't know how to be flirty. When she's awake, she's like a dead fish, ready to be slaughtered. It's better to get drunk and numb the first pain.
Thinking about it, she opened a bottle of red wine and poured a full glass into the shiny wine glass.
It was dark red, so beautiful. She drank it without stopping.
It's really hard to drink. Ke'er gasped while holding the wine glass.
The cup is still a cup, the wine bottle is still a wine bottle, it seems that the consciousness is still very clear, not drunk, and I have to continue drinking.
So, one glass, one glass, and finally, I drank a whole bottle of red wine into my stomach.
The wine glass slipped from her hand and fell silently on the carpet. Ke'er staggered towards the big round bed.
The world was spinning, she was finally drunk
Only when she was drunk could she have the courage to wait for the emperor-like man to come and have sex.
Only then can we ignore this unforgettable insult.
I kicked off my high heels, took off my long skirt and lay on the big bed as soft as clouds, and gradually fell asleep.
The elevator door slid open, and Leng Jianan slowly walked towards the room.
I don’t know what happened to Song Cheng today. He actually wanted to give him a mysterious gift. Or was he in the room?
He also said something about a gift that could only be appreciated by him alone. Leng Jianan chuckled lightly.
The waiter saluted him respectfully: "Young Master Leng"
Leng Jianan responded lightly, and the waiter opened the door for him.
Four years later, he is already a man exuding mature charm. He used to be handsome but had a youthful feeling, but now he is handsome and full of kingly aura, which is revealed inadvertently from his every move.
Do it without too much deliberateness
The waiter respectfully closed the door for him again.
Leng Jianan frowned slightly. There was a strong smell of alcohol. He walked to the wine cabinet, raised the empty wine bottle and took a look.
Could it be that what Song Cheng gave him was a living person who knew how to drink?
What the hell, Master Leng never touches the princess, doesn’t he know?
Leng Jianan walked towards the bedroom with a cold face.
Leaning by the door, I saw the fragrance on the bed
Smooth and delicate back, pretty small waist, slender legs, and a very good figure!
It's just that he, Leng Jianan, really hates sleeping with drunk women.
He walked towards the big bed with only one purpose: to wake up this woman and tell her to get out of here.
Ke'er's face was buried in the soft feather quilt, and she was snoring slightly.
Leng Jianan's brows furrowed even more. He didn't like such an ungentleman woman either.