Forget it, since Han Shaoqi agreed to marry him, he didn't have to worry about Mother Han's impatient urging.
Huangfu Yao indulged himself, indulged in the pleasure, and had a passionate love affair with Han Shaoqi.
The night seemed to have no end, and the bright moon hanging high outside the window quietly watched this scene.
Even the wind blowing outside the window seemed shy and weakened as it passed by the window.
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The next day, Han Shaoqi woke up first and rubbed his painful temples, but his memory still lingered in the bar.
Half leaning on the head of the bed, he glanced at the mess on the bed, his eyes fixed on the peaceful sleeping face, and he was startled.
The quilt was not covered tightly, exposing large areas of smooth and fair skin, with a few red marks on it. Han Shaoqi knew that it was caused by himself without even thinking about it.
Looking at Huangfu Yao in his sleep, his eyebrows were furrowed tightly, as if he had a nightmare.
As soon as my heart moved, my hands seemed to have not received instructions from my brain, so they took the lead and smoothed out the wrinkles quietly.
Looking at the movements of his hands, Han Shaoqi froze and quickly shifted his attention, thinking about the memory of last night.
I remember that I drank too much and was a little confused. I was walking in the same direction on the street in a daze.
But I didn't expect to arrive at Huangfu Yao's place.
Since the last time she admitted in front of him that everything related to Ning Xiaotong was her fault, the two of them have never said any more words except about work, not even a superfluous expression.
But last night, the two of them were extremely affectionate.
Han Shaoqi knew it without thinking. Just by looking at Huangfu Yao, who was still asleep and tired, he knew how intense the situation last night was.
Suddenly, a scene flashed through my mind.
I remember that when the love reached its peak, Sun Yao asked herself, "Shall we get married?"
At that time, my reaction was that I agreed.
Han Shaoqi's eyebrows were furrowed. Since his last alcohol poisoning, he rarely went to bars to get drunk.
However, looking at Ning Xiaotong's miserable face yesterday, I felt depressed and couldn't help but go to the bar to anesthetize myself.
The sleeping figure on the bed moved. Han Shaoqi was startled, and even his body tensed up. He was afraid that when she woke up, she would ask herself about her consent to the marriage.
Fortunately, Huangfu Yao just moved to the side. He seemed to feel the warmth and instinctively rubbed himself against Han Shaoqi. Then, he hugged his waist tightly without letting go and muttered something in a very soft voice.
If you listen carefully, you can't hear it clearly at all.
Putting his ear close to Huangfu Yao's, he was stunned when he heard clearly what Huangfu Yao was talking about.
"Han Shaoqi, what should I do with you? I don't want to let you go."
Smiling bitterly, listening to Huangfu Yaoxu's words, Han Shaoqi felt more and more unbearable. Instead of feeling sorry for the person in front of him, he went to Sun Yao to vent his anger.
The sky outside the window has turned fish belly white.
He stood up, pried off Huangfu Yao's fingers one by one, stuffed them back into the quilt, and stood still in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
The villa is not on a high floor and is located in the suburbs. You cannot see the bustling city center, but you can enjoy a different view.
In the distance are endless mountains, shrouded in mist and hazy, making it difficult to see their outlines.
He took out a cigarette and was about to light it when he realized that Huangfu Yao was sleeping behind him, so he silently put the cigarette back.
The irritability in my heart has not diminished at all.
A pleasant phone call rang, but Han Shaoqi ignored it.
But I saw that the ringing kept ringing, and there was a strong tendency not to stop until I answered.