In Ye Qingyun's two-bedroom and one-living room, there was obviously no Yao Yufeng's territory, so he drove them downstairs and went home. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

On the later part of the road, Cheng Jiayi sat in the co-pilot's seat, and in order to avoid inner embarrassment, he deliberately opened the window to face the wind and pretended to sleep. But I didn't expect that I was blown by the wind and drank my head, and I really fell asleep in a daze.

Ye Qingyun didn't want to wake her up, so he picked her up from her seat. The first reaction is so light, the contact surface of the back and the two arms of the legs and popliteals, even if there is no ordinary princess hugging, the strength of the girl's neck hanging, can easily support the light weight.

Ye Qingyun cautiously pushed her in her direction, thus forming the third contact surface of her side close to her waist and abdomen. Under the action of alcohol, the three contact surfaces higher than the body temperature are broken down into lines, broken up into points, densely packed with countless points, forming positive electrodes, transmitting dangerous currents to his negative electrodes.

He carried her into the elevator, his arms had to be raised to reach the 14th floor, so she couldn't help but moan low as he tried to reduce the amplitude of his movements.

The metal-reflective elevator doors slowly closed and closed, reflecting the slightly deformed figures of the two people. After a pause, the number increases from 1 to a constant speed as the elevator rises gently. The confined space was quickly filled by the smell of wine and the faint aroma of milk on Cheng Jiayi's body, Ye Qingyun looked down at her blushing cheeks, affected by gravity, her long hair hung down, revealing a complete and uncovered face, like a delicate red apple.

If it weren't for the knotted brow, her face would have almost looked like a festive metaphor. One winter 13 years ago, on the 24th, the apple with a bow tied to the breakfast milk was told to "save it for the evening!" ”

It was Christmas that was first taken seriously among the students, and he received the first apple that represented "peace". In the many years that followed, he also developed the habit of eating an apple with a bow tied on the 24th, no matter how absurd the bow gave an ordinary apple.

I was once stopped by a very thrifty girlfriend in college when I was paying for it, although in the end the other party still smiled and held the apple with a bow tie, with a happy look.

Ye Qingyun couldn't help but lean closer to her, so close that the scorching breath blended on the tip of her nose, and the carbon dioxide she exhaled mixed into the oxygen he greedily demanded, and the particles released from her body tempted him to drop a soft kiss between her slightly opened lips.

Moist, piping hot, with the characteristic wheat flavor of beer.

He cautiously stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked her soft lips, crossed her unguarded teeth, and pried her mouth open with unusual tenderness and coaxing, exploring deeper to provoke her response.

Feeling invaded, Cheng Jiayi raised his hand and pushed it, but the force was not as small as a struggle, and the tip of his tongue gradually echoed from the original dodge to a weak entanglement.

Just as the kiss was forgetful, the elevator stopped with a "ding" prompt, and the elevator doors projecting their figures slowly opened to both sides.

Cheng Jiayi was obviously frightened, and instinctively leaned back to evacuate, distancing herself from Ye Qingyun, but because the movement was too fast, the back of her head hit the sharp corner of the door frame with a "bang", and she screamed in pain, and quickly raised her hand to rub it.

Probably hit sober, rubbing it and not forgetting to complain: "Why are you so sensitive, you don't know how to help me block it when you see me crashing over...... It hurts me to death......"

When he opened his eyes and saw clearly that the person holding him was Ye Qingyun, he was immediately dumbfounded, raised his other hand to wipe his mouth, and asked in disbelief: "Just now...... You...... Kiss...... Me? ”

Ye Qingyun deliberately licked the corners of her lips ambiguously, put her down with a smile, and then said innocently, "No...... Are you dreaming? ”

Cheng Jiayi was suspicious: "Dreaming? ”

"yes...... But if you want to kiss me, it doesn't matter if I sacrifice it......" Ye Qingyun said with a smile, breaking her body 180 degrees, pushing it out towards the elevator door, and pushing two steps without forgetting to cover the back of her head and help her rub the painful part.

Cheng Jiayi entered the door in a daze, reminiscing about the feeling on his mouth, obviously so real, how could it be a dream? But...... If not a dream, then ...... I can't even think about it.

So...... Think it's a dream. Originally, self-regulation and self-deception were her strengths, let alone when she was drunk?

Is drinking good or bad?

Drinking alcohol will be disorderly, and drinking alcohol can strengthen courage.

However, in fact, there is no essential difference between the disorder after drinking and the principle of using alcohol to strengthen courage, it is nothing more than that alcohol accelerates blood circulation, paralyzes the nervous system, reduces thinking efficiency, and makes people have no way to accurately judge the possible consequences of doing something.

When the brain is in a state of extreme excitement, it is often impulsive and forgets that there is a word in the dictionary called "reason".

Just as impulses are often derogatorily equated with "devil", these impulses, like mischievous elves, jump into the depths of your heart, dragging and pulling those buried and can't help but look forward to the tip of your heart.

Peng Haoyu, who also drank too much, sat in Liu Meng's passenger seat, supported his head sideways, and looked at Liu Meng with affection in his eyes for a moment.

The perpetrator of this murder was stared at so blushing that he couldn't concentrate on driving, so he couldn't help but say angrily: "What are you doing watching me all the time?" ”

Peng Haoyu: "You look good!" ”

Liu Meng: "......" is held on the surface, but it is so sweet in the heart that it seems to contain a big mouthful of honey, and it is thick that cannot be dissolved.

Peng Haoyu is not a person who is good at sweet words, and he usually spends more time on dating, although when chasing her, he sends her portrait to her mailbox every day, which looks romantic and affectionate.

But when two people get along, they always need the seasoning of words to make the relationship go further.

Liu Meng has been looking forward to this moment for a long time, even if the stupid Peng Haoyu only said four words, far less gorgeous than the words spoken by the prince of those love words, but the praise expressed by his body language could not be more sincere.

Liu Meng turned her head and smiled at him, but she didn't expect him to move quickly and get closer, it was a sudden kiss, although the kiss was shallow, but the kiss caught her off guard, and she slammed on the brakes in a panic.

The car stopped in the middle of the road, and in the sound of the tailgating horn, in the angry "neurosis" that he specially pulled down the window when he crossed them, Liu Meng looked at Peng Haoyu dumbfounded, and watched him close to him again, and a kiss that turned from shallow to deep again. (To be continued.) )