got into the car, a strong sense of wine emanated from Xia Yucheng's body, Feng Hao held her tightly in his arms, and looked at her misty eyes and crimson face distressedly.

"Who are you?" she seemed to be trying to struggle, but she was so drunk that she had little strength.

"You man!" replied in a categorical manner.

Xia Yucheng squinted his eyes and tried hard to see the face in front of him: "Man...... I...... My man, hehe, it's okay...... OK. ”

Her tense nerves slackened at once, as if she had something to rely on.

Feng Hao pressed her head to her chest, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and asked in a dumb voice, "Do you know who I am?"

"Man...... Man...... I know...... You...... Do you want to ...... What for......? Get on the bed, you...... Only...... I just want to ...... Follow me...... Upper - bed. She grabbed him by the collar and pressed against his chest.

"You're drunk. He said displeased, as if he was not satisfied with the answer.

He didn't just want to sleep with her, he wanted to be with her every minute and every second. It seems that she doesn't understand when she's sober, and she's even more confused when she's drunk.

"I'm so uncomfortable...... It's so uncomfortable," she cried and shouted like crazy with her hands, "I'm so uncomfortable...... White...... My heart hurts...... It hurts...... I can't breathe, it's uncomfortable......"

Her voice was a little choked, and she turned sideways and began to tug at his clothes indiscriminately, her upper body almost completely leaning against him.

His chest was solid and reliable, and there was a good smell on his body, with a faint tobacco mixed with an elegant woody aroma.

Xia Yucheng's drunken whisper crumbled Feng Hao's heart, he lowered his head, next to her hot cheeks, and didn't speak, only felt a little burning in the corners of his eyes.

Who said that if you love in death, you can abuse in death?

He can spoil her to the bone, but he can also hurt her deeply.

"Little girl!" he hugged her tightly and whispered in a dumb voice, "Little girl, cry out when it hurts, I'm here!"

"How can it hurt so much...... How could it be ......" she cried out dissatisfied, venting without any scruples. I tried to find comfort in his arms.

Her movements were a little crazy, and she even ripped off the buttons of his shirt. Sharp nails scratched his skin, and the hot sensation made him frown.

He grabbed her wrist tightly, this was the first time he had seen a drunken woman. Before that, no woman dared to drink in front of him.

"I'll take you home! follow me home!" he kissed her sideburns.

Xia Yucheng screamed restlessly and grabbed his arm: "I don't want to...... Go home and don't want to ...... Don't want to ......"

There is no wind at home, no brother, too lonely, too lonely, too painful.

Feng Hao's heart tensed, and he stretched out his hand to let her lean on her shoulder, and gently stroked her back with his hand, trying to calm her down.

"Okay, we're not going home. His lips tapped lovingly on her forehead.

In the dark, the car drove smoothly towards the holiday villa outside the city. The last time I went there, it was Xia Yucheng's photo that was exposed by Gu Qianyu.

That time, they walked together to the town at the foot of the mountain, danced together, and drank together.

She stood in the scenery of small bridges and flowing water, pink walls and green tiles, and sang him a song "Peony Pavilion", she may never know how much that little song touched his heart.

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