His heavy breath filled the air, and his teasing lips tempted her, making her gradually fall in love. She gently raised her hands, slowly moved around his neck, and kissed him with her soft lips, kissing randomly.
, causing the fire in his body to surge up, directly occupying her body and mind...
The charming passion in the room, the heavy breathing mixed with the shallow humming resounded the midnight style...
Han Yixing woke up in the morning light and the fragrance of flowers. She groaned with a splitting headache, and then she moved slightly. The pain in her body made her moan again, as if she had been run over by a car. She curled up weakly and groaned.
"woke up?"
A soft cry came from above her head, and she felt her waist tighten. She spun around and fell on someone while screaming.[
Looking up, she was a little surprised to see someone with a happy face and a satisfied look on his face.
After being stunned for a moment, he whispered softly: "Meng Beichen, my head hurts."
"This is the price of drinking. Do you want to drink again?" He looked contented, caressing her pain with a big hand, and his eyes gradually took on the deep meaning of morning light.
The little guy became more like a child when she was drunk. Although she succeeded, she could not be allowed to drink again in the future.
Han Yixing shook his head violently, his head feeling heavy. "I won't drink anymore. It's too uncomfortable. My body feels so uncomfortable." She frowned and was still stroking her head, not noticing anything strange in front of her.
Her body was so weak that she felt as if she had fallen ill after drinking alcohol.
"Where do you feel uncomfortable in your body?" He asked her with a smile, and his hands gradually moved down to her slender waist.
"I feel weak, but it still hurts." She told the truth. She moved her legs and felt something strange was pressed under her body. She finally came back to her senses.
Her right hand was still pressing on his chest, but the tentacles and hard muscles were a little burning. The other hand went down and grabbed a handful on her body. Her eyes widened. They were not wearing clothes, and she was still lying down.
On him?
Some fragmentary pictures flashed through her mind. She couldn't remember it. She couldn't remember it at all. She was about to run away while enduring her headache. How could he allow it? The hand around her waist tightened, and she started again.
fell back into his arms.
This time, she glared directly at his perfectly sculptured face, and there was a fire in his eyes that was unfamiliar to her.