Luo Qingying knew that she had a disease.

The disease is that occasionally she can't help but want to get out.

Go out and fight for what she wants.

But experience has taught her countless times, the outstretched hand will be beaten back, and if she wants to hug, she will be pushed away fiercely.

So as long as she can still restrain her impulse, she will turn around forcefully and not look at what she wants.

Yet, yet.

The male god who has been in love for many years is holding her at the moment.

They were originally having a party, and Fu Peiming drank sullen wine all night.

Many women tried to get close to him, but he ignored him indifferently.

Later, he walked away, and Luo Qingying wanted to find a place to hide from some disgusting person, so he accidentally entered the room he was in.

With a spin, she was snapped into his arms.

It was clear that he was drunk, otherwise he would never have done such a thing, and his abstinence was well known.

Because he has never been seen in public with ordinary women.

Luo Qingying only heard that he had a perfect confidant, but the two didn't look like they were in a relationship.

He hooked his head, breathed heavily, and the clear smell of wine sprayed on Luo Qingying's cheeks, strangely, looking at her deeply.

The eyes didn't look like a drunk person, they were blazing, staring at Luo Qingying in a panic.

Moreover, her waist was clasped in the crook of his strong arm, and she was forced to cling to his lower abdomen.

"You've been secretly watching me," Fu Peiming's voice was hoarse, low and magnetic, "tell me, do you like me?"

Luo Qingying's heart was like a drum, his whole body was numb, and his mind was blank.

Maybe it's okay to be honest, he'll forget when he wakes up tomorrow.

She thought, shuddering slightly, mumb.

"Good. Fu Peiming said briefly, his thumb slid over her beautiful curved chin, and leaned his head sideways.

The electricity surged all over Luo Qingying's body, and he kissed her!

A kiss that is softer than water.

She was completely limp, barely breathing.

His kiss began to deepen, quicken, and intensify. His hand began to caress her.

The situation is becoming stranger and stranger.

Luo Qingying's mind was like a pot of boiling porridge.

It wasn't until she was pushed down on the bed that she panicked and realized what was about to happen.

"I'll be responsible for you. The man leaned over her, kissed her delicate neck, and whispered.

Of course, Luo Qingying wouldn't believe the words of a drunk person, but she was like a ghost, obviously trembling like chaff, but she didn't say anything, and she didn't refuse.

When he sank, the feeling was so intense that her tears welled up in her eyes.

She was not afraid of pain, but she was sad by the turbulent feelings she couldn't say to him.

It's like a sacrifice.

……

The sky was slightly bright, Fu Peiming was still asleep, Luo Qingying tiptoed out of bed, put on his clothes and left.

When he got home, fortunately, everyone else hadn't gotten up yet, and Luo Qingying quietly slipped back to his room.

I got up at nine o'clock to go to breakfast, and my half-sister Luo Ziqi saw her coming, and a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes.

"Sister left before the party was over last night, but I didn't seem to see you when I came back, when did you come back last night, sister?" asked Luo Ziqi pretending to be casual.

Qin Xiuming's face immediately became ugly, and he looked at his eldest daughter sternly.

Luo Qingying lowered her eyes and tried to say calmly: "I accidentally fell asleep in the lounge last night and came back early in the morning. ”

"Accidentally, I don't know how to love yourself, right?" Qin Xiuming sneered.

Luo Ziqi secretly showed a gloating expression.

Luo Qingying lowered her head and ate breakfast in silence, no longer speaking.

Fu Peiming slept until almost noon before waking up.

After a few seconds of opening my eyes, I realized where I was, and what happened last night suddenly replayed in my mind like a movie, like a slap in the face.

He sat up, not seeing the girl with fawn-like eyes.

My heart ached for a long time, and I suddenly felt that this result was also very good.

One has to look forward, and he doesn't have a long-term affection that he intends to stay where he is.

His mind sounded the promise he made to Luo Qingying last night, and he thought, just do it.

Fu Peiming knew Luo Qingying, but he never spoke.

When he was in high school, the children of the junior high school often ran to the high school, and once he accidentally bumped into a little girl in the library.

He soon graduated from high school, studied abroad with Shen Muqing, came back 7 years later, met her who had grown up, and found that the way she looked at him was still the same, and he knew that this girl had a crush on him.

But he really didn't expect that he would do such an unseemly thing with the strength of alcohol.

He was really tired of Shen Muqing, otherwise he wouldn't have diverted his attention from this girl so despicably.

At this point, the mistake is wrong.

……

In the evening, Luo Qingying leaned against the railing of the slope with a Wangzi crushed ice and bit it carelessly.

It is a few kilometers away from Huaxi Villa, where her home is located, and it is a relatively lively commercial community.

Here she can buy crushed ice and other snacks that she likes.

The most important thing is that before the end of the summer vacation, she can avoid the family and find the quiet she wants in the hustle and bustle.

She was looking intently at the remaining red glow of the sunset in the distance, and a white Cayenne climbed up from the bottom of the slope and drove in the direction of Huaxi Villa.

Fu Peiming didn't notice that the girl in the shallow crushed cotton skirt was her at first, and drove past her with just a glance.

But I don't know why, after driving a few dozen meters, he suddenly stopped the car and looked back.

took out his mobile phone and dialed the number that was found that afternoon, and after a few rings, he saw the girl holding Crushed Bingbing in one hand and answering the phone in the other.

"Hey, hello. "Very clean sound.

Fu Peiming was silent and said, "You go back." ”

Luo Qingying throbbed, "You are?"

She subconsciously looked around.

"Let you go back, in the direction of your home. Fu Peiming said in a low voice.

Luo Qingying's cheeks burned, and she remembered his voice last night.