The streets are deserted in the middle of the night, and there are not many cars.

The headlights from far and near gave Qingge a glimmer of hope, and she waved her hand sharply, but the car sped past her.

At the window opening, Zuo Mo had a cigar in his mouth, like a lion looking at his prey, looking at her with interest, but it was just something in his bag, and if she was consumed, the special wine was very strong, and it wouldn't be long before she couldn't wait to beg him...... When he thought about it, he felt refreshed.

But in the next second, Zuo Mo was dumbfounded, and Song Qingge actually rushed towards a speeding car.

She's purely looking for death!

It is true that Song Qingge is looking for death, but this is also the only way out for her now. If she is hit, then her next place to go is the hospital, not to be humiliated in the Nine Heavens of the Galaxy.

In the sharp sound of brakes, Song Qingge fell softly.

Zuo Mo was stunned, he didn't expect her to die, he watched a person get out of the car, and calmly hugged Song Qingge into the car.

It wasn't until the car drove away that Zuo Mo came back to his senses.

"Mo Shao, do you want to chase it?" asked the people around him cautiously.

Zuo Mo gave him a violent slap, "Get out!"

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Song Qingge woke up in the heat and heat, her headache was splitting, her body temperature was amazingly hot, her brain was chaotic, her consciousness was scattered, and she always felt extremely uncomfortable.

She tossed and turned on the bed uncomfortably, gasping softly* in her mouth, and her beautiful watery eyes were slightly red, like a bowl of wine, which made people's hearts ripple.

Song Qingge squinted slightly, vaguely as if he saw a person, his face seemed to be a little familiar, and gradually, it coincided with a familiar figure.

"Water ......" has a dry mouth, uncomfortable, and really uncomfortable.

Gu Fengcheng held her and brought the water cup to her lips.

"Shichen ......" She drank the water and called quietly, her lips were red and bright, and her teeth bit her lower lip slightly, that appearance was different and attractive.

Gu Fengcheng frowned, and a wave of anger surged in his heart. Even he didn't know where this anger came from, maybe it was because of her dissolute appearance, or because she was calling another man's name? If someone else had saved her before, then at this moment, she would have been looked at by another man?

It seemed like a bug was biting, and it was so itchy that she got up, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the lips impatiently.

Her lips, fiery;

Her kiss is rusty;

was forcibly kissed, and he lost his mind slightly.

"Shichen ......," she whispered.

Gu Fengcheng's eyes sank, a trace of irritability and disgust flashed, and he shook his hand and pushed her away.

Her rosy lips pursed, as if she was coquettish, as if she was wronged, "Why don't you hug me?"

Gu Fengcheng froze there, the soft touch under his palm hit every nerve in his body, at this moment, her blushing face was intoxicatingly beautiful, his heart was teased, he had always restrained himself in this regard, and suddenly had an impulse.

Song Qingge grabbed his clothes and threw herself into his arms hard, her soft body was tightly attached to him, it seemed that the strong smell of wine on her body was not annoying, and even, like a temptation, made him have a hint of glitter.

Her soft lips pressed back to his.

He was stiff and was forcibly kissed by her again?

Her movements were rusty and stiff, but they easily aroused his interest, his eyes darkened, and reason told him that he should push her away, but his body shouted honestly.

She went up and down, pulling his clothes, maybe because of the chaos of her thoughts, she always couldn't unbutton his shirt, she was anxious, sticking to him and coquettish, "to ......" may have been unrelieved, she was so anxious that she couldn't do it, and her eyes were watery.

Gu Fengcheng's eyes tightened violently, slowly supported her waist, and asked in a low voice, "Really?"

"Shichen ......"

He grabbed her face and stared at her tightly, "Do you know who I am?"

"Shichen ......"

His eyes were gloomy, and he forcibly made her open her eyes and gritted her teeth, "I'm not Luo Shichen." ”

Song Qingge's eyes were confused, looking at him, her eyes were slightly open and tempting, "Are you ......" There was a moment of lucidity in her chaotic consciousness, and a hint of brilliance suddenly flashed at the bottom of her eyes, "It's you!"

He knew that she recognized him.

"Do you want to continue?"

In response to him, it was a lingering kiss.

No longer patient, no longer think more, beauty in the arms, enthusiastic and unrestrained, at this time, what else can I think of, follow the true will of the body, he is anti-guest-oriented, attacking the city and plundering the land.

"Why don't you ask me who I am?" he kissed at the sensitive spot of her ear.

Her long neck lifted slightly, as if unintentionally whispering, "It's not important!"

He was frustrated!

She bloomed gracefully, so soft that she wrapped around him like a vine.

The special vodka is too strong, she is sometimes sober and tactful, sometimes selfless and unrestrained, again and again, noisy, occupying the mountain as the king, although the wisps ended in failure, but in general - happy, very happy.