Qiao Qing was caught off guard by this force, leaning over unexpectedly, and propped his hands on the bed on both sides of Jun Yexuan's body.

Jun Yexuan took her into his arms, his chin resting on her shoulder, "I drunk myself just to give you a chance, you have to grasp it firmly." ”

Qiao Qing: "......"

"You don't know, how many men and women in the country miss me? Only if you don't take me in your eyes, don't send it to the door, I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do, and I don't know how to be blessed in the blessing. ”

Qiao Qing: "......"

He grabbed one of her small hands and put them on the collar of his shirt, "There is only one chance, and there will be no such shop after this village." ”

Qiao Qing: "......"

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the bright moonlight poured in through the window, illuminating the eyebrows of the two of them.

Under the cover of the night, in the background of the moon.

The man's already mesmerizing handsome face was stained with a faint flush from drunkenness.

It is like dyed with the scarlet of peach blossoms in March, and the charm of begonias in July, which is enchanting and beautiful to the extreme.

No matter how firm a person is, when he sees such a goblin-like man, he can't escape a surge of qi and blood.

Even Qiao Qing had to admit that this man did have narcissistic capital.

However, she is not a person who is obsessed with beauty after all.

Just as he was about to shake off his hand and leave, a string of melodious songs sounded in his ears.

Qiao Qing felt that her phone was ringing for a moment, but she quickly reacted that her phone had always been set to silent.

When he realized that the singing voice came from the mouth of the man in front of him, Qiao Qing was stunned for a moment.

Once upon a time, this pure, healing voice accompanied her through sleepless nights.

XJ, a maverick mystery singer, released songs that never had any soundtrack, only the voice of his most original cappella.

Don't sing about love, don't talk about utilitarianism.

Only the true feelings that come from the heart and hit the soul are transmitted through the healing voice, leaving people with endless reverie.

She has no intention, and she is not a person who wants to see sex.

When she first met Jun Yexuan, the reason why she changed her mind and came back to save his life was that she felt that his voice was very similar to this song.

But then he was disturbed by his scoundrel personality, so he didn't delve into it.

Unexpectedly, it was really him.

In a daze, the lips suddenly became hot, and a mellow aroma of wine invaded.

Qiao Qing's pupils shrank, and when he wanted to go deeper, he suddenly reached out and pushed him away, turned around and walked out.

A "bang" sounded when the door closed, Qiao Qing's back was attached to the door panel, and the lights and shadows were raging in his mind.

The collision of breaths just now was like throwing a stone on the heart lake, and ripples were everywhere.

In the room across the door, Jun Yexuan maintained the posture of being pushed down on the bed by Qiao Qing, his eyes were clear, where was the slightest bit of drunkenness?

He raised his hand, his jade-like fingertips tapped on his lips, and the smile gradually spread to the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, which was amazingly beautiful.

in another room.

Mu Jingheng was lying in the bathtub with his eyes closed, feeling Chen Ming's all-round intimate and thoughtful scrubbing service, and his eyelashes trembled like Parkinson's.

couldn't wait for Chen Ming to stop, he couldn't help but howl angrily in his heart, he didn't have to be so comprehensive, right? He didn't vomit all over his body!

This pair of sons can't be so dedicated, right?

At the same time, he was thinking about it in pieces, for Jun Yexuan, he sacrificed to this.

If he can't take down his sister-in-law, he's the one I'm most sorry for!

waited until Chen Ming was finished, and Mu Jingheng let out a long breath.

According to the sense of touch, Mu Jingheng thought to himself, fortunately he wiped it with a towel, if it was zero contact, he would have jumped like thunder.

However, when he squinted open a slit and saw Chen Ming holding a white handkerchief and putting it on the shelf, his eyes widened instantly.

Mu Jingheng intercepted Chen Ming's wrist, and his tone was on the verge of going berserk, "You just used this handkerchief to wipe it for me?!" ”