3154. Chapter 3154 [Oriental] still has another purpose 4
Holding her gentle chin, she forced her to drink the wine that had been poured into a glass of wine.
Then, leaned over and kissed him-
Gentle struggled subconsciously and his body twisted violently.
In the chaos, the sight was opposite to Dongfang Aoshi-
His thick eyebrows were tightly clumped, his black pupils were covered with a layer of gray, as if he was struggling violently and painfully...
For a moment, Wenrou was suddenly suppressed in his eyes and could not move.
She had never seen Dongfang Aoshi's expression, very fragile...
In my impression, Dongfang Aoshi is strong and controls everything-
Sure enough, are you drunk?
In a trance, Dongfang Aoshi used the same method and drank several glasses of wine.
The movements were shaking more and more.
You have to rely on gentleness to avoid falling down.
Wenrou wanted to support him while holding a wine glass, and she was so tired that she was sweating profusely.
It should...is almost done?
Gentle lowered his eyes and looked at Dongfang Aoshi, "Dongfang Aoshi, do you want to lie down and rest?"
"Miss Second Miss Accompanies me?" Dongfang Aoshi said in a low voice, and his scorching breathing sprayed on her neck.
Gentle, her whole body is stiff, her cheeks are hot and red.
I put the wine glass on the table, gently dragged and half-pulled, so tired that I was sweating all over, and finally I put Dongfang Aoshi flattened-
Dongfang Aoshi lay there, his deep eyebrows frowned, his handsome face flushed, as if he was in pain.
Demons like him who want to get the wind and rain will have pain?
Gentleness is really incomprehensible.
Somehow, seeing his painful and uncomfortable look, Wenrou suddenly felt soft.
I twisted the towel and simply wiped it on Dongfang Aoshi, trying to make him less uncomfortable.
After wiping, I have to put the towel back...
The moment she got out of bed, Dongfang Aoshi suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Gentle heart was shocked and the towel fell off.
Looking back, Dongfang Aoshi was looking at himself—
His face turned red, his black eyes were covered in dust, and he was hazy.
"Are you okay? You can't... want to vomit?" Dongfang Aoshi was lying inside. If he really vomited, he would definitely dirty the bed.
Wenrou doesn’t want to be busy at midnight, and she is busy inside and outside.
He tried his best to help Dongfang Aoshi up, "You go there first, and I'll ask the manager to make a cup of sobering tea."
As he said that, he wanted to help Dongfang proudly continue.
Dongfang Aoshi grabbed her hand, turned over, and pressed Wen Lu... down.
Gentle was dizzy by his movements.
When I came back to my senses, I found Dongfang Aoshi's dark eyes staring at me.
The body pressed against her.
Gentle frowned and pushed, without moving.
The next second, his hand was buckled by Dongfang Aoshi and pressed to both sides of his body.
His dark eyes stared at Gentle.
Wenrou's scalp was numb and her voice was dry, "Your Majesty... Was he sober?"
Dongfang Aoshi didn't speak, his eyes became deeper and deeper, like the bottomless water.
The gentle nerves were numb, and there was an ominous premonition of being seen through, and the voice trembled, "Oriental Proud?"
Dongfang Aoshi seemed to have not heard it, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.
Gentle and pity were afraid that he would be sober, but he didn't dare to show it, "Oriental Proud?"
"Are you drunk?"
"Or awake?"
"Dongfang Aoshi, you-"
With several words on the other hand, Dongfang Aoshi ignored anyone. He held his gentle chin and forced her to drink the wine that had been poured into a glass of wine.
Then, leaned over and kissed him-
Gentle struggled subconsciously and his body twisted violently.
In the chaos, the sight was opposite to Dongfang Aoshi-
His thick eyebrows were tightly clumped, his black pupils were covered with a layer of gray, as if he was struggling violently and painfully...
For a moment, Wenrou was suddenly suppressed in his eyes and could not move.
She had never seen Dongfang Aoshi's expression, very fragile...
In my impression, Dongfang Aoshi is strong and controls everything-
Sure enough, are you drunk?
In a trance, Dongfang Aoshi used the same method and drank several glasses of wine.
The movements were shaking more and more.
You have to rely on gentleness to avoid falling down.
Wenrou wanted to support him while holding a wine glass, and she was so tired that she was sweating profusely.
It should...is almost done?
Gentle lowered his eyes and looked at Dongfang Aoshi, "Dongfang Aoshi, do you want to lie down and rest?"
"Miss Second Miss Accompanies me?" Dongfang Aoshi said in a low voice, and his scorching breathing sprayed on her neck.
Gentle, her whole body is stiff, her cheeks are hot and red.
I put the wine glass on the table, gently dragged and half-pulled, so tired that I was sweating all over, and finally I put Dongfang Aoshi flattened-
Dongfang Aoshi lay there, his deep eyebrows frowned, his handsome face flushed, as if he was in pain.
Demons like him who want to get the wind and rain will have pain?
Gentleness is really incomprehensible.
Somehow, seeing his painful and uncomfortable look, Wenrou suddenly felt soft.
I twisted the towel and simply wiped it on Dongfang Aoshi, trying to make him less uncomfortable.
After wiping, I have to put the towel back...
The moment she got out of bed, Dongfang Aoshi suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Gentle heart was shocked and the towel fell off.
Looking back, Dongfang Aoshi was looking at himself—
His face turned red, his black eyes were covered in dust, and he was hazy.
"Are you okay? You can't... want to vomit?" Dongfang Aoshi was lying inside. If he really vomited, he would definitely dirty the bed.
Wenrou doesn’t want to be busy at midnight, and she is busy inside and outside.
He tried his best to help Dongfang Aoshi up, "You go there first, and I'll ask the manager to make a cup of sobering tea."
As he said that, he wanted to help Dongfang proudly continue.
Dongfang Aoshi grabbed her hand, turned over, and pressed Wen Lu... down.
Gentle was dizzy by his movements.
When I came back to my senses, I found Dongfang Aoshi's dark eyes staring at me.
The body pressed against her.
Gentle frowned and pushed, without moving.
The next second, his hand was buckled by Dongfang Aoshi and pressed to both sides of his body.
His dark eyes stared at Gentle.
Wenrou's scalp was numb and her voice was dry, "Your Majesty... Was he sober?"
Dongfang Aoshi didn't speak, his eyes became deeper and deeper, like the bottomless water.
The gentle nerves were numb, and there was an ominous premonition of being seen through, and the voice trembled, "Oriental Proud?"
Dongfang Aoshi seemed to have not heard it, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.
Gentle and pity were afraid that he would be sober, but he didn't dare to show it, "Oriental Proud?"
"Are you drunk?"
"Or awake?"
"Dongfang Aoshi, you-"
With several words on the other hand, Dongfang Aoshi ignored anyone.