Ling Fei closed her eyes.

His chest heaved slightly.

Seems to be asleep, not asleep.

The row of long and pretty eyelashes, as if densely combed, covered the eyes, and the breath exhaled from the red lips carried a faint smell of wine.

Beside him, Song Tianmo couldn't help but hug her tighter while kissing Ling Fei, who was already unconscious, blinked at the annoyance, and struggled to open her eyes.

"Hmm...... No...... It's so itchy......"

Ling Fei muttered impatiently, her face was really itchy, and the itching made her body even more hot and uneasy, so she reflexively reached out and wanted to push away the strange thing that made her feel strange, and the mist in her eyes was like two pools of thousand-year-old hot springs.

Song Tianmo chuckled.

Ling Fei, who was already drunk, had any strength in his hands, and when his hand touched his face, it was completely insignificant, the slippery touch and slender fingers were like a lover's love-caress.

Song Tianmo took the opportunity to kiss her palm: "Fei Fei!" ”

Ling Fei snorted lightly, she wanted to take her hand away, Song Tianmo's kiss followed her like a shadow, and even held her hand, and sent it to her lips one by one, doting on the kiss.

Ling Fei's eyes opened wider, and the person in front of her kept moving back and forth, shaking her dizzy, and she blinked vigorously again, and after a few times, she seemed to finally see the person in front of her clearly.

"Tianmo?"

Song Tianmo snorted lightly.

Ling Fei's whispering Song Tianmo didn't care either, but was pleased that her vigilance after being drunk was much smaller, and even her surname was omitted when she called him.

If he was sober, the current Ling Fei, no, it was Mo Xuan, he would only call him Song Tianmo by name and surname, as well as Mr. Song, and even Mr. Song had been called several times.

The specific name depends on her mood.

"Husband?"

Ling Fei struggled to sit up, staggering, just bracing up a little body and falling down, but Song Tianmo stiffened, his pupils shrank sharply, and he looked at Ling Fei in disbelief.

"Fei Fei, do you remember?"

Ling Fei chuckled, her expression became even more coquettish, she tilted her head to look at the figure that kept dangling in front of her, and muttered in a low voice: "What do you remember?" ”

Song Tianmo approached her, with unprecedented urgency in his tone: "Remember who I am?" Do you remember? Fifi, tell me who I am! ”

Ling Fei smiled even more. A finger stretching out his other hand pointed at Song Tianmo: "Fool, even yourself...... Belch...... No one knows! ”

"Yes, I don't know, I'm a fool, Feifei, tell me." The expectation in Song Tianmo's eyes was even stronger.

"Uh, yes...... I'm so uncomfortable......" The smile on Ling Fei's face stopped abruptly, and she bit her red lip and wrinkled her brow in pain.

Song Tianmo knew that she wanted to vomit as soon as she looked at her like this, and the people who had been vomited by her remembered it deeply.

As soon as his face turned green, he immediately brought the trash can to Ling Fei, with a hint of guilt on his face, Ling Fei would get drunk because he had added ingredients to the wine in advance.

He was very sure in his heart that Mo Xuan was Ling Fei, and Ling Fei was Mo Xuan, but Ling Fei's denial again and again made him very unhappy, and hypnosis was useless to her, and when she left, Ling Fei said that she would bring evidence, Song Tianmo didn't do anything, and he thought of this method last night, to get Ling Fei drunk and look at the marks on her body.

Fortunately, he had already prepared. Glancing at the two DNA identification reports on the dining table, Song Tianmo's eyes dimmed.

Ling Fei retched a few times, she didn't spit out anything, she seemed to feel better, she let go of her slightly twisted brows, closed her eyes in a daze and was about to fall asleep again.