I raised my head slightly, put my hands on the bar, and blinked. The person in front of me did not disappear, he was standing beside me, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his dark hair was softly attached to his forehead.
"Jun Changqian!" I prefer to call him by his first name and surname. I only call him "Qian" when we are most intimate and at his request.
He stretched out his hand and fell weakly on the bar.
He sat down, ordered a glass of wine, and dialed the phone.
The wine was amber, and he shook it gently. He no longer looked at me, but took a sip. His thin lips were pressed against the rim of the glass, and there was an indescribable sexiness. My throat was a little dry, and I lowered my head slightly.
I turned my head, thinking how could he appear here? I can't think of others as him.
Huanhuan was already drunk, and she was still calling that scumbag's name. I pushed her, but she was still slightly awake: "Huanhuan, we are going back."
I stood up and tried to pull Huanhuan up, but unexpectedly I lost my balance and fell to the side.
The man sitting next to me drinking immediately stood up and put his hand on my waist. The close contact made me see his eyelashes clearly. My misty eyes were instantly attracted by his depth, like a deep pool.
, fell involuntarily.
"Jun Changqian?!" I shook my head vigorously, looked at him again, and murmured: "No, it's not."
I actually opened my mouth when I was drunk. I had not spoken for more than half a year, but I spoke when I was drunk.
My lips were blocked, my breath was robbed, and the familiar breath broke into my mouth. I, who had no strength due to drunkenness, had no choice but to be held tightly in his arms and passively bear his kiss.
It wasn't until I was out of breath that he let go, held my face, and locked his eyes with mine: "Girl, it's me!"
She must have been dreaming, and she was dizzy when she saw Ji Yinze running over and nodded to Jun Changqian: "Let's talk some other time, I'll take her back."
I looked at Ji Yinze in confusion, and then at Jun Changqian. How could they know each other?
Ji Yinze had already left with Huanhuan, and I was carried by Jun Changqian and walked out.
The night breeze was slightly cool, but I did not become sober. On the contrary, due to the stamina of the drink, I closed my eyes with peace of mind and allowed him to lead me to continue walking.
He put me in the car and sighed softly.
I'm not a bad drinker. I still remember that I used to drink his wine secretly and would not sleep without him. It's the same now. Maybe it's because after I was eight years old, I only have memories of him and only rely on him, like an animal.
When I was born, the first person I saw would be like my mother. I was greedy for the fragrance of her body.
I leaned over, my mind was completely confused, and I couldn't tell whether I was dreaming or awake.
Her head rested on his lap, just like before. After people are drunk, they will have many fantasies, as if they have returned to the past.
The car started and didn't drive very far before stopping. He carried me upstairs and arrived at home.
I slowly opened my closed eyes, and in front of me was the house he bought in City Q. I have never been there since he went back at the beginning of this year.
I originally thought it would be dusty, but now it looks clean and tidy.
Does he always live here? Is that why he often goes to study?
I was not thinking very well, so I was in a daze for a moment when I looked at the man who was busy pouring water for me.
"Have you seen enough?" He smiled with a curved mouth, put the cup in front of me, and lightly scratched the tip of my nose. The sofa sunk to one side, and he sat down next to me. The TV was on, and I didn't know what was playing.
What is.
Some clips are replayed in my mind. I don’t know when they happened. I just know that we were sitting here, watching a movie, and then kissing...
I feel very thirsty. I stretched out my hand to reach for the cup, but I couldn't touch it left or right. Is there any visual impairment in my drunken eyes?
He hugged my shoulders and brought me towards him, just like when I was sick when I was a child, I was leaning in his arms while he gave me medicine.
I refused to cooperate. Although I felt thirsty, I vaguely felt that the medicine in front of me was the medicine he gave me when I was sick. Otherwise, if it was just water, why wouldn't I be allowed to drink it myself?
I turned my head, avoiding the cup that was handed to my mouth, and raised my head slightly, looking at his red lips.
When I was sick when I was a child, I couldn't swallow the pills and always felt like they would get stuck in my throat. He asked Uncle Zhong to put the medicine into a spoon and feed it to me, but every time I was afraid of the pain and frowned, refusing to drink it.
.
At first, I could be coaxed to drink candies and candied fruit. Then one time, I accidentally kissed him and felt that his lips were particularly sweet, so I asked him to take the medicine and feed it to me.
Uncle Zhong always laughs at me and says he treats me like my mother.
He curled up the corner of his mouth, took a big sip, then turned my head right, held the back of my head with both hands, and kissed me.
I kept swallowing, but I felt that the water could not quench the thirst in my throat. I tentatively stuck out my tongue, trying to suck the nectar from his mouth.
Jun Changqian couldn't avoid such a green teasing, his long tongue was hooked by me, and he immediately turned his back on me.
A slight tingling sensation appeared in her body, and she instinctively leaned towards him.
No different than the kiss in the bar. At this moment, this kiss was like a spark, igniting the whole body with a bang.
He clasped the back of my head and hugged me, not as gently as before, but with more force. I felt a pain on my collarbone, my clothes had been pulled apart, and his lips and teeth were in intimate contact with my skin.
If this is a dream, why do I feel pain?
If it is not a dream, how can I let myself indulge?
When he said he missed you so much, I missed him too. It was obvious that the text message could clearly explain the termination of the adoption relationship, but when he called me to tell me that he wanted to tell me in person just to see me, I immediately ran downstairs.
; When I found out that he had sat across from me where I usually sat, alone, I actually sat there earlier, so why didn’t I ever think that there was him across from me? Can we talk to each other about it?
I was immersed in his breath, letting his touch melt me little by little.
In a daze, I was hugged up. The bedroom was still clean and tidy. There was a photo of the two of us hanging above the bed. I don’t know how much effort it took to find someone to take it together. No, maybe he didn’t pretend to be someone else.
I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly like a koala, so much so that when he put me on the bed, his whole body was pulled down by me and pressed against me.
His face was so close to mine, and when I touched it with my hand, I felt warm to the touch.
"Jun Changqian." I called him softly, and my forehead was flicked: "Qian!"
He always likes to correct me. When I was fourteen years old, I stole his wine and called him by his name when I was drunk, but he frowned slightly and corrected me: "Uncle!"
I pouted and shook my head, but I felt heat on my lips again, and his breath was overwhelming.
"Girl, I miss you so much." His kiss gradually deepened, as if he wanted to implant his thoughts deeply into my heart through such contact.
I hooked my arm around his neck and finally got free. I murmured with drunken eyes, "I miss you too."
He looked at me steadily, his eyes sparkling with sparks, bright and alluring.
The kiss was overwhelming again, so sensitive that every part seemed to be on fire. Only each other's breathing and heartbeats were left in the room. Their clothes were half-taken off, but they didn't feel the slightest bit of cold.
His thrusts were still cautious, but I couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. We had only experienced this kind of pleasure a few times, and his body still needed an adaptation period for me.
My hands dug into the flesh of his back. I frowned and moaned in pain, but my body was no longer empty because of his enrichment. This is a contradictory feeling, but it still makes people feel like they are in a dream and indulge themselves as much as they want.
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My moisturizing allowed him to adapt as quickly as possible, and he began to rush forward so that I could feel his strength. His legs were raised in front of him, and every thrust seemed to go straight to the bottom. I could only rely on him and follow this in-depth explanation.
The impact made me more awake.
His face is close in front of me, as if I was still in N City. I didn't know anything happened to Ye Tong, or that Jun Changqian and Ji Minen were engaged. Nothing has changed. I am the one he loves and dotes on wholeheartedly.
A little woman, nothing more.
Her hands reached from his back to his cheeks, and she could feel the thin drop of sweat, but she only felt that such a resolute face became more sexy and charming.
He grabbed my hand and bit it lightly, then pressed it down and fixed it on top of my head. He chuckled: "Little fox~"
The power and rhythm became more and more crazy, and every time I tried to explain it in a simple and profound way, it seemed as if it was forcing me into a situation where I was about to collapse or go crazy.
I tried to refute and defend that I was not a little fox, but the words could not come out. They only turned into intermittent and unbearable moans. I twisted my head, bent my body slightly, and said in a low voice: "Give it to me~"
Jun Changqian curled his lips: "What can I give you?"
If I hadn't been drunk, I would have been blushing with shame, but at this moment, I heard myself say in a very embarrassing tone: "You!"
"Call me!" the commanding tone was filled with irresistible force.
"Jun Changqian!"
"You girl who doesn't have a long memory!" He said with an angry force, my body was almost penetrated by him, but he also made me learn to behave, and hummed like a kitten: "Qian!"
His frequency became faster and faster, and I unconsciously shouted his name: "Qian, Qian..."
My mind went blank following his movements, and I felt a wave of heat under my lower abdomen. He leaned on me and hugged me tightly. The two of them seemed to have just drowned, hugging each other weakly.
Due to the physical exertion and the surge of alcohol, I never opened my closed eyes again. I only knew that in a daze, someone was cleaning me up, putting on my pajamas, using their long arms as pillows, and hugging me gently.
Whispering: "Girl, I won't let you suffer this kind of torture again. Just come out, it shows that everything before was worth it, even if you hate me with all your strength!"
The warmth of his palms came through the post, and the last words he said seemed to be: "You are finally back!"
