The moment he came into contact with Han Shaoqi, Huangfu Yao smelled the strong smell of alcohol, which made him feel uncomfortable.
Han Shaoqi held Huangfu Yao tightly in his arms with both hands, buried his head in Huangfu Yao's shoulder, and murmured, "Xiao Yao." Unexpectedly, he burped.
"Xiaoyao, what should I do?" Han Shaoqi whispered in Huangfu Yao's ear, all the hot breath sprayed in his ears, Huangfu Yao frowned.
Being imprisoned in Han Shaoqi's arms, he couldn't move. He couldn't reach the door with his hands, so he had to use his feet to close the door.
When he heard Han Shaoqi's words, the action of closing the door stalled, before Huangfu Yao could react.
Then he saw Han Shaoqi's lips coming towards him.
The passionate and violent kiss came towards me as if it was taking away my breath.
The words he was about to say were forced to swallow back. Huangfuyao stared at the culprit in front of him with wide eyes. If he didn't let go, he would really be out of breath.
Simply, the kiss didn't last for a few seconds before Han Shaoqi let go of his lips and turned to attack elsewhere.
Huangfu raised his head and touched his lips, which were burning and numb.
As soon as his body went limp, Han Shaoqi had already attacked his most sensitive part, and his hands began to move dishonestly on his body.
After stopping Han Shaoqi's groping hand, Huangfu Yao's breath became a little unsteady.
Looking directly into Han Shaoqi's eyes, he could see his figure clearly reflected in them, but there was no trace of consciousness or clarity.
It was chaos, and all that burned was burning desire.
Huangfu Yao felt unspeakably uncomfortable in his heart. If he had any sense at all, he wouldn't come looking for him.
As if aware of Huangfu Yao's lack of concentration, Han Shaoqi exerted force on his mouth.
Huangfu let out a low cry, and felt a sharp pain in his earlobe.
He hurriedly stabilized his body again, cursed in his heart, and raised his head to look at Han Shaoqi, only to see Han Shaoqi with a smile on his face, and his eyes as deep as ink, shining with starlight, which was really dazzling and indescribably beautiful.
"Xiaoyao, aren't you paying attention?" Han Shaoqi's slightly coquettish voice was heard.
Huangfu Yao trembled all over and comforted himself secretly. This was what Han Shaoqi said after he was drunk, warning himself not to argue with a drunk person.
But he felt unspeakably uncomfortable in his heart. Even after he was drunk, he could still remember that the person in front of him was him.
However, the reason why he felt unhappy and depressed was because of Ning Xiaotong.
His body suddenly became empty, and Huangfu Yao hurriedly put his arms around Han Shaoqi's neck. However, when he saw Han Shaoqi's smiling eyes and was not awake inside, he could not say the reproachful words on his lips.
Looking at the frowning and delicate-looking girl in front of him, Han Shaoqi frowned and pondered for a while, stretched out his hand, slowly smoothed the sadness between Huangfu's brows, and murmured, "Xiao Yao, girls always frown.
It’s going to get ugly.”
Looking at Han Shaoqi who was so childish and didn't hide his emotions at all, and looking at Han Shaoqi who was not as depressed as before, Huangfu Yao couldn't help but shed tears in his eyes.
Only when he is drunk will Han Shaoqi reveal this unknown side.
Although he was drunk, Han Shaoqi followed his heart and forgot everything that happened these days. Knowing that the girl in front of him was the one he cared about most, he carefully placed Huangfu Yao on the bed with extremely gentle movements, as if he were treating a treasure.
He leaned over and slowly kissed away the tears that kept pouring out of Huangfu Yao, and kept murmuring, "Xiaoyao, don't cry. If you cry, I will feel sorry for you."