Yuan Beinai was completely defenseless, and directly let people hold it down.

"It's you, the next-door neighbor."

The hoarse voices rose and fell with each other, and although Yan Xiyu's eyes were open, he was still in a half-awake and half-chaotic state.

"It's me, can you get up first."

Hara looked at him and wasn't quite sure if the man was sober or drunk now.

It's just that he was imprisoned by him in a reverse posture, and she didn't like it very much.

"Can't!"

Yan Xiyu refused.

"Yan Xiyu, this is my home, since you woke up, you should go back."

Hara Beinai said softly.

She tried to break away from Yan Xiyu's strong hand, but the other party's next move made her whole body freeze, like a machine that had run out of power.

"Don't go back! This is my home. ”

After speaking, Yan Xiyu loosened his shackles, like a tsundere cat just to win the master's pet, rubbing her neck, as if to say not to drive him away.

No emotion.

He was drunk, Yuan Beinai was not drunk, and his brain was extremely clear.

Feeling the warm breath of her neck, and grinding again and again, her cold face instantly shattered.

The tip of the original North Nai ear is red, and the intimate act from the opposite sex is unprecedented.

She didn't know where to put her hands and feet, and her throat was dry and hoarse, "Mr. Yan." ”

Yan Xiyu raised his head and looked at her, Yuan Beinai looked into the other party's quiet and good-looking black eyes, and after a few seconds, he turned his head uncomfortably.

The man who is semi-intoxicated only thinks that the woman in his eyes is beautiful, charming, and a delicacy that can be eaten in his belly. Under the chaotic mind, Yan Xiyu always felt that something in his body was about to move, and the Adam's apple rolled down, and then his handsome face enlarged inch by inch.

Looking at the face that was getting closer and closer, Yuan Beinai came back to her senses, and only then did she realize that her hands and feet could move freely, and she pushed hard, Yan Xiyu was unconscious, and was overturned on the ground.

There was a 'bang', and the sound of the head colliding with the ground was very loud.

……

It was past six o'clock in the morning the next day.

The banquet actor, who had been sitting on the ground since he woke up, leaned on the edge of the sofa and maintained the same posture for two minutes. He woke up with a tired expression, and his clothes were crumpled and messy, revealing a small section of his sexy collarbone.

It looks like it's going through a 'protracted war'.

Yan Xiyu raised his hand and pressed his swollen temples, and then swept towards his own situation.

The shoes were not changed, the clothes were still yesterday, and he slept on the ground all night, and it was not his house.

In addition to the discomfort of a hangover, the pain on the forehead cannot be ignored.

Yan Xiyu touched it with his hand and touched a bulging bag. A wake-up breath that didn't get a good night's sleep, plus a nameless fire faintly burned.

Filming can be hard, but in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, Yan Xiyu will never treat himself badly, and it is not an exaggeration to say that his innate favorable conditions bring a little squeamishness to his living habits.

He tacitly assumed that this was where Huo Jing lived.

Half a sound, swept around, and the banquet emperor finally found something wrong.

High heels, women's clothes and women's daily necessities are hung on the hangers.

Pinching his aching forehead, Yan Xiyu completely forgot what happened last night. The eye turned to the closed door of the room, where the owner was probably still sleeping.

Half an hour later.

One tall and one short, two people stood, you look at me, I look at you, and no one spoke for a while.

Yan Xiyu's little sleepy insect disappeared without a trace in an instant, and his expression became clear.

The world is a little delicate, and it's okay to be subtle!

"This is, your house?" He asked.

"Well, you rang my doorbell last night." Yuan Beinai wore a set of conservative pajamas, which were tightly covered, even if he had just gotten up, his expression was very clear.

"Then this ...... on my head," Yan Xiyu pointed to the big bag on his forehead.

"I pushed it.".

"That's it!"