Tang Ming raised his hand and took the cup from her hand, "Good night!"
Watching her go upstairs and looking at her background, Tang Ming's fingers gently touched the cup in his hand, and flames rose in his eyes.
He placed the cup on the coffee table and walked upstairs.
In the bedroom, Xu Fei lay on the bed, opened the drawer, took out an old iron box, opened it, and read the letter inside.
"Zimo, we can be together soon!"
A wave of sleepiness arose, and she could hardly open her eyes. She placed the iron box beside her pillow without turning off the light, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
There was a knock on the door.
Xu Fei was sleeping on the pillow, unresponsive.
The door lock turned slightly, and the originally locked door was slowly pushed open. Tang Ming slowly walked in from the door. Looking at Xu Fei'an's sleeping face under the light, he turned his hand and closed the door tightly.
Walking over and standing beside her, he bent down and gently touched her face with his fingers, then slid down naturally and landed on her half-naked shoulders.
When his fingers touched the iron box beside his pillow, Tang Ming stopped in confusion, took the iron box and opened it.
Inside the iron box is a letter that has turned red and brittle due to its age.
There were obvious wrinkles on the letter paper, as if it had been crumpled and then carefully flattened.
Looking at the letter, Tang Ming's fingers trembled slightly.
Carefully putting the letter back into the box and placing the iron box next to her pillow, he bent down and kissed her lips gently.
Xu Fei on the pillow didn't react at all, but Tang Ming's body became uncontrollably hot.
The stimulation of her body coupled with the drunkenness, the strong desire in her body had captured him.
He took off the thin quilt on her body and looked at the woman he had been in love with for more than ten years. Tang Ming did not control himself like before. He threw off his suit, pulled off his tie, and untied her clothes one by one.
After unbuttoning the clothes, he slowly leaned down and kissed her body.
Because he was afraid of leaving traces, he also tried his best to control his emotions.
"Xiao Pei, you are mine, forever!"
With her body muttering hoarsely, he took off her little clothes that were in the way and pressed her up unceremoniously.
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Huating Apartment.
Leng Zirui opened the door and threw Xu Xia, who was carrying him on his shoulders, directly onto the large sofa in the living room.
"Woo!"
At this time, Xu Xiayi had gradually regained some consciousness from the coma. He struggled to stand up, his chest heaved violently, and he made a vague sound in his throat.
Seeing that she was about to vomit, Leng Zirui hurriedly stopped her arm and helped her walk to the bathroom.
Just as he was about to walk to the bathroom, Xu Xia couldn't control himself anymore and vomited all over his body.
Leng Zirui looked at the dirt on his shirt and frowned.
"I really can't stand you women!" He complained, but he finally dragged her to the bathroom sink, "Go and wash your face!"
Xu Xia's body softened and she sat directly on the ground.
Leng Zirui took off his shirt and threw it into the trash can. He grabbed a towel and wiped her face. Looking at the alcohol on her body, he just frowned in annoyance and used the towel to wipe the dirt on her body.
, "If I had known this, I might as well have let that guy take you away. I'm really asking for trouble!"
Xu Xia leaned on the toilet, raised her hand to hold his palm, and looked at him sleepily, "Who are you?!"
"Leng Zirui!" Leng Zirui just rolled his eyes at her, pulled his palm from her hand, and stood up to get a new towel.
