"Leng Xiao." Qiu Mo supported him and carried him all the way to his bedroom. He fell down on the bed and was unconscious for an instant.
The spoon wisely moved aside to make room for the intruder.
Qiu Mo took off his clothes that smelled of alcohol, then took off his shoes and socks, and straightened his sleeping position.
Then I went to get a wet towel to wipe his face and hands.
The towel was warm and seemed very comfortable when touching his skin. His frown relaxed slightly, his lips opened and closed twice without knowing what he said, and then he tilted his head and fell asleep again.
Qiu Mo was angry and distressed. She had never seen him drink so much after she had been with him for so long. Even when going out to socialize, he would not be greedy.
Even when he had sex with her while drunk, he didn't end up like this. He was simply out of his mind.
Fortunately, he finally knew how to find his way home.
Qiu Mo arranged for him to lie down quietly, and she went to the bathroom to wash the clothes he took off. His coats were all hand-sewn and the fabrics were carefully inspected. Each piece was expensive. She used to wash his shirts a lot, so they were very expensive.
Have experience.
It took half an hour to finally wash all his clothes. She took the clothes and hung them on the balcony to dry.
When it rained last time, she had washed the outfit he wore and stacked it in the cabinet. She originally wanted to give it back to him, but suddenly something belonging to him was placed in the cabinet, and she unexpectedly
She felt very happy. She hung her coat and his coat together, as if the two people were tightly attached to each other. She selfishly didn't want to give it back to him.
Qiu Mo was in a daze looking at those clothes. It was a little cold on the balcony, so she quickly closed the balcony door and returned to the house.
Spoon has already run to the sofa, hugging a carrot and sleeping soundly.
It is quite capable of sizing up the situation and adapting to the changing circumstances.
Qiu Mo tested the body temperature on his forehead with the back of her hand to make sure he didn't have a fever.
She turned around and went to the kitchen to make a glass of honey water, then fed him to drink it.
He was quite obedient and cooperative. He drank it all, then fell down and went back to sleep.
Qiu Mo carefully covered him with a quilt, and then got in himself.
Although she had already had skin-to-skin contact, she still retained some shyness of a young woman. After squirming for a while, she slowly moved her body over, then hugged his lean waist, feeling that warm body leaning against him.
Coming over, he immediately turned over domineeringly, and then held her tightly in his arms, pressing his chin with fine green stubble against her tender face, making her feel a little itchy.
"Momo." He seemed to be talking to himself or gibbering after drinking.
She listened, raised her face and kissed the corner of his lips gently.
If she has finally won his love with her persistence, will his persistence dissolve the knot in her heart that is dusted by the past? Her fingertips trace his three-dimensional outline. It feels so unreal. This person once was
Does the man she pursues with all her heart, the man who used to be cold and indifferent to her, the man who was almost cruel to her and unfeeling, really belong to her now?
Everything is like a dream.
"Jiju." She softly called the nickname she gave him, and it felt like she had returned to many years ago, when they were cuddling together in that dilapidated house.
As if he heard her, he hugged her tighter.
He muttered unconsciously: "Momo, I'm sorry, don't leave..."
"Momo, I'm sorry."
"Momo, I'm sorry."
He repeated it over and over again. Although he knew that he was still asleep and he might have just said this through drunkenness, Qiu Mo still cried uncontrollably.
He never said sorry to himself, at most he just said "forgive me". This arrogant man would not lower his head in front of her, but in this unconscious state, others said that he spoke the truth after drinking.
He really wanted to apologize to her.
Qiu Mo kissed his lips awkwardly, not wanting him to be haunted by guilt in his dream.
She was willing to let go of everything and really start over with him, and let the past go forever. She only knew now that she loved this man so much that her heart ached.
They held each other like this until a ray of morning light rose from the horizon.
The result of a hangover is a splitting headache the next day.
Leng Xiao opened his eyes and saw that this not-so-familiar cabin was not his luxury suite. Last night, he attended a business reception and then went to the bar. As a result, he got drunk because he had an argument with her during the day.
They had a fight, and the look of her leaving sadly lingered in front of his eyes. He felt like there was a big stone stuck in his heart, making him extremely uncomfortable.
He had never been drunk in public, but he was unexpectedly in a bad mood last night.
He was still sober before leaving the bar, but when he was blown away by the wind outside, he immediately became drunk.
How he drove here in the end, how he knocked on the door and came in, how he slept on the bed, he couldn't remember anything.
He raised a hand and rubbed his temples, then turned his eyes to look at the sleeping little woman in his arms.
Her little head rested on his arm, and her body curled up in his arms. This posture of relying on him made him feel very accomplished.
Enduring the headache, he gently rubbed her face with his fingers and whispered: "Kitten, get up."
She seemed unwilling to wake up, so she burrowed her head under his arm again, and her long hair was casually scattered on his chest.
He enjoyed letting her bend her back and forth, his eyes following her face and landing on her round shoulders.
She was wearing a light yellow pajama. Because of the movement just now, the shoulder straps of the pajama slipped down, allowing him to peek into the vast spring scenery.
Something happened in the morning, and he put his malicious fingers under her skirt.
In her sleep, she felt hot and itchy, and there was a constant numbness in her body, as if someone was gently teasing her with feathers.
But she was really sleepy, so sleepy that she didn't want to open her eyes. It wasn't until the feeling became heavier and heavier that she opened her eyes in a daze.
Facing his half-smiling eyes, she was immediately at a loss. Moreover, his hands had already penetrated her pants, making waves in her most sensitive place.
Her body quickly reacted to his teasing, and she pressed her face against his chest, feeling embarrassed.
"You haven't showered yet and you smell of alcohol." She said with some dissatisfaction.
But he didn't get up immediately, and continued to harass her with his malicious fingers.