The night was sultry, and a few stars embedded in the dark night sky were not enough to illuminate the darkness around them.

A cool night breeze hit the north and gently brushed the woman's skirt.

"Young Master, you're back."

In the night, a man with a long figure walked into the villa, his face was gloomy, and his narrow eyes contained a few reddened bloodshots, full of anger.

The butler followed from a distance, silent.

Suddenly, with a "bang", the wine bottle fell from the sky, just shattering in front of Sheng Lingfeng, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

The butler's breath was stagnant, and his face turned pale.

Sheng Lingfeng's fingers hanging on both sides of his thighs clenched tightly, he raised his head coldly, and his gaze crashed into a woman in fluttering clothes.

"Young Master...... I...... I went to call the maid to pick up the pieces of the bottle. ”

Seeing that the situation was not good, the housekeeper hurriedly found a reason and ran away.

The Sheng family's villa is very large, with more than 200 vacant houses, Du Yue lives on the left, Sheng Lingfeng lives on the right, if it is not deliberate, there is no chance to even meet.

The woman on the second-floor windowsill, wearing a white dress with suspenders, sat on the window, her two white legs dangling, her head resting against the wall, and five or six bottles of wine piled up beside her.

She glanced at Sheng Lingfeng faintly, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and a mysterious smile was aroused.

Sheng Lingfeng frowned, and was about to speak, but Du Yue suddenly jumped down from the window!

"Hmm......"

He was on point, but the sudden impact knocked him onto the turf.

The woman's warm body pressed against him, and the fragrance and smell of wine around him were mixed, burrowing into the tip of his nose, making Sheng Lingfeng's eyes a little uncomfortable.

"Miss Du......" he called in a low voice, and before he finished speaking, his thin lips were sealed by a woman's kiss.

Tossing and turning......

"Miss Du, you're drunk!"

Sheng Lingfeng took a lot of effort to break the woman on his body, gasped and sat up, his clothes were messy, and there was an ambiguous lip print on his lips.

Du Yue sat up with his left hand, tilted his head, and looked at him blankly.

Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked a little silly because she was drunk.

Sheng Lingfeng was so uncomfortable that she was staring at her, and he actually had the idea of escaping.

The next moment, Du Yue grinned, revealing a simple and unguarded smile.

"Why did you come back?"

She threw herself into Sheng Lingfeng's arms, rubbed her face against the man's chest, raised a pair of black eyes, and pursed her lips, extremely aggrieved.

"I've made a big table of food waiting for you, why haven't you come back until now!"

"Now, look at my hand, I cut it when I cut vegetables, it hurts!"

Du Yue raised his left hand high and looked at Sheng Lingfeng aggrievedly, a pool of crystal tears swirling back and forth in his eyes.

When he saw a scar on the back of her hand, Sheng Lingfeng was slightly stunned, and his heart was rippling.

He subconsciously held the woman's slender wrist, and his brows were twisted: "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts!" Du Yue blinked aggrievedly, pouted and said, "If you kiss me, it won't hurt if you kiss me."

As she spoke, she deliberately leaned forward, less than a centimeter away from Sheng Lingfeng's lips, and closed her eyes with a smile, waiting for a kiss.

Sheng Lingfeng let go of her hand, covered her forehead with one hand, and half-lowered her eyelids.

"Do you know who I am?" His voice was as low as his gloomy face.

"Also, you're drunk, how can you know."

Without waiting for Du Yue to answer, he smiled self-deprecatingly, pulled his hair hard, stood up irritably, and prepared to leave.

Du Yue's heart trembled, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

This is the second time she deliberately seduces Sheng Lingfeng with her confused appearance, because she can only express her love unscrupulously in this state.

But after all, the original body loves her husband to the bone.

Du Yue knew that if he didn't explain, Sheng Lingfeng would probably think that she regarded him as his younger brother.

It's okay not to explain, she can continue to do it unscrupulously, Sheng Lingfeng will be entangled and blame herself, but she can't stop the more and more ambiguous between them.

But...... Du Yue still wants to be humanitarian.

She borrowed the original body, so don't consume the love of the original body.

After thinking for a moment, Du Yue immediately got up, caught up with Sheng Lingfeng, who had already walked away, opened his arms, and hugged him tightly from behind.

The man's body stiffened suddenly, and his black eyelashes trembled and slowly drooped.

Sheng Lingfeng was not a fool, he knew what she was chasing for.

What she was about to say was the answer he wanted.

The knobby fingers gradually clenched, and Sheng Lingfeng could clearly feel that his breathing was becoming more and more rapid, and he was no longer under his control.

"I ......"

Du Yue opened his mouth, and the long-brewing confession was about to blurt out, but at this moment, an overwhelming darkness suddenly hit in front of him, and his eyelids became heavy.

She's—drunk.

Sheng Lingfeng's body turned stiffly, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, and a touch of mist blurred in his narrow eyes, and he couldn't see his emotions clearly.

"Huh." He sneered, his thin fingers grabbed his tie and pulled it open, not wanting to care about this drunken madwoman anymore.

However, he had only taken two steps before he stopped.

turned around, picked up Du Yue, and did it in one go.