Boqing opened the door, and her whole body exuded a cool breath, which was not concealed at all by the charm of this place.
His face and outline look increasingly blurred and profound.[
With a pair of eyes, he looked carefully and walked slowly towards the second floor of "Night".
Fang Yiran seemed to have drunk a lot, and staggered out of it, raising his head. In such a erotic place, when he raised his head, he saw someone leaning against the wall, standing facing
The prince smiled to himself.
She felt like she was dreaming.
I couldn't vomit out the things I wanted to vomit, so I could only stand there stupidly, looking at the man in white clothes, smiling sweetly.
Just like a dream.
Her smile was as bright as a pearl as always.
"Prince?"
Her voice was as tense as ever.
Boqing nodded, pretending to be surprised, as if she didn't expect to meet him here, and immediately replied quietly: "Huh? You are here."
"Yeah." Fang still didn't know whether he was delirious because he drank too much, or because he missed that man too much, so his strange face turned red.
She stared blankly at the man in front of her, and his face was still so shocking.
After looking at it in a daze for a long time, Fang Yiran curled his lips and smiled strangely: "I drank a little too much, so I need to go to the bathroom."
It was really like a dream. It had been a long time since he had been so gentle to her.
"Yes." Bo Qing stretched out his hand, supported the swaying Fang Yiran, and said in an unusually calm tone: "You are drunk."
The moment his hand stretched out and held her body, her whole body began to shake, and her heart began to tremble uncontrollably.
Unable to restrain himself anymore, he reached out his hand and hugged Bo Qing.
Boqing frowned and subconsciously wanted to push her away. However, he finally wrapped his arms around her and walked towards the bathroom.
