The silk and bamboo sound is high around the beam, dancing and looking forward to the brilliance~

The warm wind of the hibiscus soft tent moves, and a song of red silk flirts with the spring heart~

At this time, Shen Ming, who had already drunk on the second floor, staggered silently and half-propped up on the table without any image, his collar was slightly torn open by his own heat, his cheeks flushed, and the smoke and waves were indescribably moving.

But I insisted that I was not drunk, and I continued to numbly pour myself wine, glass after glass.

While drinking, I thought: I have to get some fruit wine to go back and taste it for my little wolf cub, oh, no, it's a little milk dog now~

The system looked out the window at the already dark sky, and fell into deep thought, should it remind its own host......

Shen Momo, who is drunk with beautiful voices here, doesn't know that someone on the other side is about to go crazy when she looks for her......

It was difficult to sit up straight, the warm yellow lights in the corners of the room were ambiguous, Shen was silently drunk, and he stretched out his hand to touch the face of the willow warbler who had come to him at some point, ouch, this little face is so smooth, white and tender, so envious!

Liu Yingying was touched with a shy face, and her body leaned directly on Shen Momo's body, Shen Momo couldn't help but touch her waist, it was thin and soft, her body seemed to be boneless, and her already chaotic head went straight out, where did Mother Li find the best~

Playing the piano and dancing are all excellent, even if the face is beautiful, even if it has a big chest, a thin waist and a big buttocks

Tut-tut, it's a pity that I don't have the blessings to enjoy! Alas!

Otherwise...... Leave it to your own little wolf cub? Every miller draws water to his own mill?

I just feel so uncomfortable thinking about it.

The system didn't look at it, and gave the male protagonist's father, the system shuddered, this woman is afraid that she is not crazy.

"Shen Gongzi, it's late at night~Let's go to bed~", Liu Yingying shyly picked up the drunk Shen Momo and walked to the bed with a red gauze tent hanging on the side.

Well, the voice is also crispy and charming, very sultry! It's also sweet, yes, it's late at night, it's time to sleep.

But something seems wrong...... Shen Momo, who was lying on the bed, raised his hand and rubbed his temples, but found that he had no strength, so he gave up.

There's something wrong with a fart, it's time to go to bed at night!

But why hasn't this woman left? What do you do when you take off your clothes?

Subconsciously grab the underwear, and you can't be undressed by others, but why can't it?

Shen Momo, who had completely lost the ability to think, was still struggling with Liu Yingying, and suddenly, a huge bang sounded at the door, and the door was kicked open by fierce force, and the two doors were bounced against the wall with a pitiful chirp.

A gust of cold wind whistled in from outside the door, blowing the drunken unconscious Shen Momo who was pressed on the bed cleared up a little, but only some.

At this time, Liu Yingying was lying on Shen Momo's body with her shoulders half exposed, still dragging Shen Momo's underwear belt in her hand, and suddenly heard a loud noise and saw a ghostly figure standing outside the door, and suddenly shuddered, and couldn't even scream.

It was only after half a sound that he reacted, screamed, picked up his clothes on the ground, and hid to the side.

Outside the door, there was the sound of Li's mother's breathless panting and hurried footsteps, "This ...... This little boy! No! There's no one you're looking for! ”

Suddenly, I looked at the scene before I met, and suddenly I grabbed the ground, "Ouch~ A moment of Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold~ How can you ...... little boy"

The voice suddenly stuck in the demonic eyes of the person in front of her, who had no temperature and seemed to crawl out of hell, Mother Li reacted for a long time and looked away stiffly, not daring to say another word and trotting into the door tremblingly, pulling the disheveled willow warbler and running out, making evil, creating evil!

Obviously a teenager but gave herself a dying breath, Mother Li looked at Shen Momo lying on the bed in a cold sweat, ouch Shen Gongzi! It's... It's actually a broken sleeve! No wonder these years......

O iniquity! Let's go down and prepare some perfect tonic pills and daisy gold creative medicine! It can be regarded as worthy of the love of these years.