Closing the journal, he turned around and went into the bathroom to get a hot towel to wipe his face with the revolver.

"After reading my photo album and diary, I remembered me!" The revolver suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Xiaomi's hand,

"You..."

"I'm not drunk, I just want to be alone with you to pretend to be drunk!" Xiaomi stopped talking, lowered her head and fiddled with the towel, and the left wheel sat up and looked at Xiaomi, who was such a small woman in front of her, and the atmosphere in the room became quite subtle.

Xiaomi realized this and wanted to escape, watching Xiaomi go to the left wheel, originally wanted to pull her to sit down, but she didn't expect to pull Xiaomi to the bed too hard, but the two maintained a male and female posture, Xiaomi's face flushed.

Looking at the millet under him, a stream of heat rushed in the body of the revolver with the strength of the wine, as if shouting: I want her, I want her!

Xiaomi felt the hot eyes of the left wheel and turned his head away, the left wheel looked at Xiaomi's white neck, and then looked down to see Xiaomi's rapidly undulating chest, and remembered that he used to always like to make fun of her and said: "Princess Taiping!" "But now it seems that nothing has changed in three years!

Maybe the atmosphere was too weird, and Xiaomi couldn't breathe and used her mouth to help her breathe.

"Xiaomi, are you tempting me?"

"What...", turning his head but touching the lips of the revolver, Tang Xiaomi, why don't I have any grip on you?

didn't want to leave her lips, so Revolver had to deepen the kiss, maybe it was a dry fire, or maybe it was because of the depth of love and the fact that both of them drank alcohol, reason didn't play any role in the two.

Xiaomi's hand quietly climbed up the neck of the left wheel, and the hand of the left wheel began to untie Xiaomi's clothes unobeyed.

The lips of the revolver began to shift their positions, from Xiaomi's forehead to the eyes, nose, mouth, ears, neck, and so on.

Feeling the tingling sensation coming from the left wheel's lips, Xiaomi let out a small *: "Hmm~" This sound * ignited the fire of the left wheel, and he couldn't help it anymore.

But he loves Xiaomi, he won't do anything to be sorry for Xiaomi, even if he is uncomfortable, he also considers the feelings of Xiaomi: "Xiaomi...", just called her, but he was also asking for her opinion, as long as she didn't agree, he would never do it.

"Left wheel...", with a sound of left wheel, also means acquiescence. In the end, reason was left behind, and Xiaomi became the woman of the left wheel, and the left wheel also became the man of the left wheel.

The bed is full of spring and ambiguity, and the bed is full of messy clothes. That night, in addition to the pain, it still hurt......