When he said this, his black eyes were clear, and Yan Yu thought he was awake, but the next moment, he saw that his eyes were in a trance for a moment.

The light was dim, and his cold and hard silhouette softened a little under the lamp.

A man's strength is greater than a woman's, especially when he is drunk.

Lu Yan, who was drunk, didn't want to think about anything, he just felt that his body was burning, and this heat climbed up from the depths of his heart, and he didn't have such a desire for a long, long time, but this time he was angry with the woman beside him.

He himself felt sarcastic.

I think she is ugly and her figure is not good, and under the light and wine, her skin is soft and soft like milk.

He rolled over, trapping her firmly under him.

Despite her struggles, his slightly rough fingertips slipped up from under her nightdress, and finally pressed into her chest.

This is probably the only benefit of the chubby girl.

She also has a faint smell of baby milk on her body, which makes people feel very relieved.

Yan Yu struggled, pushed his chest, and turned his head: "Lu Yan, calm down, you are drunk." ”

Lu Yan's voice was hoarse: "I know who you are, you are a metaphor, my wife is a metaphor." ”

The distance between the two was so close that she could clearly smell the sweet smell of tobacco on his body, and the unique smell that she couldn't tell.

Yan Yu closed her eyes and listened to his voice, her fingers curling a little.

He suddenly kissed her lips, lightly attached to the pink lips, and then began to toss and turn, such a good taste made Lu Yan himself a little surprised and addicted.

Yan Yu struggled and pushed his chest hard: "Lu Yan, you let go of me first!"

The man's hand moved around.

Yan Yu was still thinking about how to make Lu Yan stop, but before she could figure it out, Lu Yan's hand suddenly stopped and stopped moving.

Yan Yu came back to his senses, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

Lu Yan's drunkenness completely swallowed him, and he lay on Yan Yu's body, pressing it heavily, and speaking unconsciously.

The first sentence was not heard.

The second sentence is Xia Xia.

Yan Yu pursed her lips, no matter how much heat it was, it was cold, and it took a lot of effort for her to let him turn over, then took off his clothes, wiped his body again, changed into a set of pajamas, and wiped his face again.

She felt like a diligent old mother, the only bad thing was that she found that she deliberately wiped Lu Yan's face with a towel that had wiped her body, and the second young master Lu who had a habit of cleanliness didn't know if she would be angry?

*

Lu Yan woke up in the middle of the night, and after he woke up, he found that someone had already cleaned him.

He got out of bed, his stomach hurt a little, and since he was sick, his body has not functioned as well as before.

He didn't wake up the others, he went to the kitchen, and his movements were very light, but he still woke up the words.

Yan Yu stood at the door of the kitchen, with his hair scattered, which really scared Lu Yan, his eyes were slightly condensed, frowning, without a trace of warmth: "What are you doing here?"

The words and movements are neat: "You have a stomachache, don't you?"

Lu Yan's illness can't withstand a little torture, she needs to take care of it, her voice is soft, and she said softly: "You go and sit next to you, I'll cook for you, is it okay to eat children's noodles?" It's soft, easy to digest, and good for the stomach." Don't drink like you did tonight. ”

She stopped talking, because he was afraid that he would be annoyed, and he was already disgusted with her.

Yan Yu pursed the corners of his lips.

Lu Yan leaned back in the chair, his long legs folded, the light illuminated his deep eye sockets, and he asked, "Are you the one who helped me change my clothes tonight?"

"Hmm. ”

He stopped talking, stared at her gentle cooking, and hooked the corners of his lips: "You are a good wife." ”

I can't tell whether this sentence is sincere or perfunctory, let alone joy or rich boredom.