"Boy, I think you have a conscience, but I really want to get drunk once and try out what it feels like after being drunk." After drinking two glasses of wine, Tang Jiaorao's brain was a little confused, and the dream from last night reappeared in her mind.
There, her face kept turning red.
"Sister, are you drunk? Or it feels too hot. Your face is so red." Song Dongya leaned forward and stared straight at her face.
"I'm not drunk, probably because it's hot in the room."
"Then let me turn on the air conditioner."
"No, no, I'll just take off my coat." Tang Jiaorao stood up and took off her suit, wearing only a white shirt underneath.
The white silk shirt wrapped tightly around her body, setting off her exquisite body even more perfectly.
"What are you doing, kid? Can you stop staring at me all the time? It makes me feel bad. As I said before, we are siblings. We are not allowed to think wildly." Seeing Song Dongya staring at her, Tang Jiaorao resented.
He glared at him and said angrily.
"She's so beautiful, it's hard to just look at her. People say that when a man looks at a woman's face, he is admiring you. You should accept it happily." Song Dongya said with a smile.
"Yes, when a man looks at a woman's face, he is appreciating it, but where are you looking? I'll dig out your eyes for you." Tang Jiaorao glared at Song Dongya fiercely, because she felt that this guy's eyes were
It always stayed on my chest.
"I can't help it. You are too beautiful and attractive. I can't help but look at you. How about this? I'll find something to cover my eyes with so that I can't see you."
"You're just a poor talker, okay, let's go to the bar. It was the man who got me drunk." Tang Jiaorao didn't know why, but she had a desire to get drunk. She always felt that she had not done something important and dared not do it.
Do it, maybe you will have the courage to do it when you are drunk.
"Actually, I also want to get drunk. How about we all get drunk and try it once?" Song Dongya grabbed the bottle as he spoke.
"Okay, you won't come home until you're drunk. It's rare to be confused in life."
Just like that, the two of them drank up a bottle of Maotai.
Tang Jiaorao felt like her whole body was running hot. She really wanted to take off her clothes, but she was only wearing a shirt now and had no choice but to take it off.
"Sister, you drank too much. Let's eat a piece of braised pork. The fat of braised pork is relatively large. This can relieve hangover." Song Dongya took a piece of braised pork and brought it to Tang Jiaorao.
"Can you please stop doing these intimate gestures? Your brother-in-law will be angry if he sees it. You can eat it, I won't." As she spoke, Tang Jiaorao gently blocked the chopsticks with her hand, and accidentally snapped the piece of braised pork.
It fell down and landed on her clothes.
The chest area and the silk fabric were immediately stained by the red soup of the braised pork.
Looking at this scene, Tang Jiaorao said helplessly, "Brother, I still want to wear this shirt to work tomorrow, what should I do?"
"Why don't you take it off now and wash it after taking it off? It's made of silk and dries quickly." Song Dongya said hurriedly and embarrassedly.
"You're crazy. How can I take off my clothes and stand naked in front of you? It won't be a shame." Tang Jiaorao glared at him and said angrily.<
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"Actually, you can actually wear my clothes. Can't I just find you one of my shirts or T-shirts to wear?" Song Dongya explained helplessly.
"I wore your clothes and then swaggered back to the apartment. How would I explain it if my colleagues met me? I said that I went to Song Dongya's house, and then my clothes got dirty, and then I changed into his clothes. Really
If it's going to kill me, you might as well kill me." Tang Jiaorao said angrily.
"What you said makes sense. If colleagues see it, they will definitely misunderstand it. Otherwise, you can stay at my place tonight. I have enough rooms anyway." Song Dongya continued.
Tang Jiaorao thought about it and didn't know what to do for a while. Otherwise, she could just go back to the apartment like this. No one could see her, so she could just go back to the apartment and wash her clothes.
"Forget it, there's no need to change. Just wear it back to the apartment like this. It's much better than wearing your clothes anyway." Tang Jiaorao blinked and thought for a while before saying.
"But I feel quite guilty. It was me who soiled your clothes. How about I wash them for you? Don't worry, you can wear my clothes to sleep in my house for one night. It's absolutely safe. You can sleep at night
You can close the door from the inside when you are out." Song Dongya added.
Tang Jiaorao was stunned for a few seconds, and unexpectedly agreed.
"Well, I won't go back today. Why don't you find your clothes and I'll put them on? No one will see you anyway. I can just change them back after my clothes are dry tomorrow morning."
Song Dongya brought Tang Jiaorao to his room, found a big T-shirt and put it in front of her and said, "Sister, you put it on yourself and I will help you wash it after you put it on."
Song Dongya went out, and Tang Jiaorao stood in his bedroom, looking at the clean bed and neatly folded quilts, and thought to herself, this man is quite neat, and hesitated for a long time.
, just took off his shirt, and then put on Song Dongya's T-shirt.
She looked in the mirror and saw that the T-shirt was too big. It looked like a short skirt on her body, but it still had a different charm to it.
When she walked out of the room holding the shirt, she saw Song Dongya standing at the door.
"Sister, I made your clothes dirty. I'll help you wash them. Come down quickly and continue eating." Song Dongya snatched the shirt from her hand, and then went to the bathroom to help her wash it.
Shirt.
Tang Jiaorao did not go to the restaurant to eat. Instead, she leaned against the wall with her arms folded and looked quietly at the man squatting there to wash her shirt.
As I looked at it, I thought of my husband. She has been married to her husband for six or seven years, and her children are four years old, but her husband has never washed her clothes once, not even a pair of socks or a pair of underwear.
But this man was squatting there quietly and seriously helping her wash her shirt, which made her feel particularly touched.
The shirt was washed quickly. Song Dongya hung it to dry on the balcony. While wiping his hands with a towel, he said, "Sister, are we still drinking?"
"Of course I have to drink. Didn't I tell you? I won't come back until I'm drunk. I have to get drunk, and I have to get drunk. Again, if you get me drunk, you can hug me and kiss me if you want.
Just kiss."
For some reason, Tang Jiaorao suddenly felt a trace of desire in her heart. "Boy, you have a conscience, but I really want to get drunk once and try what it feels like after being drunk." She drank two glasses of wine.
Tang Jiaorao's brain was a little confused. Last night's dream reappeared in her mind, and her face kept turning red.
"Sister, are you drunk? Or it feels too hot. Your face is so red." Song Dongya leaned forward and stared straight at her face.
"I'm not drunk, probably because it's hot in the room."
"Then let me turn on the air conditioner."
"No, no, I'll just take off my coat." Tang Jiaorao stood up and took off her suit, wearing only a white shirt underneath.
The white silk shirt wrapped tightly around her body, setting off her exquisite body even more perfectly.
"What are you doing, kid? Can you stop staring at me all the time? It makes me feel bad. As I said before, we are siblings. We are not allowed to think wildly." Seeing Song Dongya staring at her, Tang Jiaorao resented.
He glared at him and said angrily.
"She's so beautiful, it's hard to just look at her. People say that when a man looks at a woman's face, he is admiring you. You should accept it happily." Song Dongya said with a smile.
"Yes, when a man looks at a woman's face, he is appreciating it, but where are you looking? I'll dig out your eyes for you." Tang Jiaorao glared at Song Dongya fiercely, because she felt that this guy's eyes were
It always stayed on my chest.
"I can't help it. You are too beautiful and attractive. I can't help but look at you. How about this? I'll find something to cover my eyes with so that I can't see you."
"You're just a poor talker, okay, let's go to the bar. It was the man who got me drunk." Tang Jiaorao didn't know why, but she had a desire to get drunk. She always felt that she had not done something important and dared not do it.
Do it, maybe you will have the courage to do it when you are drunk.
"Actually, I also want to get drunk. How about we all get drunk and try it once?" Song Dongya grabbed the bottle as he spoke.
"Okay, you won't come home until you're drunk. It's rare to be confused in life."
Just like that, the two of them drank up a bottle of Maotai.
Tang Jiaorao felt like her whole body was running hot. She really wanted to take off her clothes, but she was only wearing a shirt now and had no choice but to take it off.
"Sister, you drank too much. Let's eat a piece of braised pork. The fat of braised pork is relatively large. This can relieve hangover." Song Dongya took a piece of braised pork and brought it to Tang Jiaorao.
"Can you please stop doing these intimate gestures? Your brother-in-law will be angry if he sees it. You can eat it, I won't." As she spoke, Tang Jiaorao gently blocked the chopsticks with her hand, and accidentally snapped the piece of braised pork.
It fell down and landed on her clothes.
The chest area and the silk fabric were immediately stained by the red soup of the braised pork.
Looking at this scene, Tang Jiaorao said helplessly, "Brother, I still want to wear this shirt to work tomorrow, what should I do?"
"Why don't you take it off now and wash it after taking it off? It's made of silk and dries quickly." Song Dongya said hurriedly and embarrassedly.
"You're crazy. How can I take off my clothes and stand naked in front of you? It won't be a shame." Tang Jiaorao glared at him and said angrily.<
br>
"Actually, you can actually wear my clothes. Can't I just find you one of my shirts or T-shirts to wear?" Song Dongya explained helplessly.
"I wore your clothes and then swaggered back to the apartment. How would I explain it if my colleagues met me? I said that I went to Song Dongya's house, and then my clothes got dirty, and then I changed into his clothes. Really
If it's going to kill me, you might as well kill me." Tang Jiaorao said angrily.
"What you said makes sense. If colleagues see it, they will definitely misunderstand it. Otherwise, you can stay at my place tonight. I have enough rooms anyway." Song Dongya continued.
Tang Jiaorao thought about it and didn't know what to do for a while. Otherwise, she could just go back to the apartment like this. No one could see her, so she could just go back to the apartment and wash her clothes.
"Forget it, there's no need to change. Just wear it back to the apartment like this. It's much better than wearing your clothes anyway." Tang Jiaorao blinked and thought for a while before saying.
"But I feel quite guilty. It was me who soiled your clothes. How about I wash them for you? Don't worry, you can wear my clothes to sleep in my house for one night. It's absolutely safe. You can sleep at night
You can close the door from the inside when you are out." Song Dongya added.
Tang Jiaorao was stunned for a few seconds, and unexpectedly agreed.
"Well, I won't go back today. Why don't you find your clothes and I'll put them on? No one will see you anyway. I can just change them back after my clothes are dry tomorrow morning."
Song Dongya brought Tang Jiaorao to his room, found a big T-shirt and put it in front of her and said, "Sister, you put it on yourself and I will help you wash it after you put it on."
Song Dongya went out, and Tang Jiaorao stood in his bedroom, looking at the clean bed and neatly folded quilts, and thought to herself, this man is quite neat, and hesitated for a long time.
, just took off his shirt, and then put on Song Dongya's T-shirt.
She looked in the mirror and saw that the T-shirt was too big. It looked like a short skirt on her body, but it still had a different charm to it.
When she walked out of the room holding the shirt, she saw Song Dongya standing at the door.
"Sister, I made your clothes dirty. I'll help you wash them. Come down quickly and continue eating." Song Dongya snatched the shirt from her hand, and then went to the bathroom to help her wash it.
Shirt.
Tang Jiaorao did not go to the restaurant to eat. Instead, she leaned against the wall with her arms folded and looked quietly at the man squatting there to wash her shirt.
As I looked at it, I thought of my husband. She has been married to her husband for six or seven years, and her children are four years old, but her husband has never washed her clothes once, not even a pair of socks or a pair of underwear.
But this man was squatting there quietly and seriously helping her wash her shirt, which made her feel particularly touched.
The shirt was washed quickly. Song Dongya hung it to dry on the balcony. While wiping his hands with a towel, he said, "Sister, are we still drinking?"
"Of course I have to drink. Didn't I tell you? I won't come back until I'm drunk. I have to get drunk, and I have to get drunk. Again, if you get me drunk, you can hug me and kiss me if you want.
Just kiss."
For some reason, Tang Jiaorao suddenly felt a little desire in her heart.