An hour later, the dark night took Tang Song to her bedroom, and after tidying up the quilt for Tang Song, she thought about going to the side room to make do for the night, but she didn't expect it.

Tang Song's slender fingertips were placed on the buttons of his sleeves, and he slowly unbuttoned them, unhurriedly, and after watching Tang Song expose his abdominal muscles, he glanced at it casually and was about to leave, but heard him say lightly: "Come back to sleep." ”

The corners of Night's mouth twitched: "I have a room." ”

Tang Song was expressionless: "I'm afraid of the dark." ”

Hearing this, Styx rolled his eyes.

In memory, Tang Song is not a person who is afraid of the dark, as far as his character is concerned, can he say that he is afraid of the dark?

It's a feeling of pure.

But Nightshade felt how kind she was, and she smiled and stayed in the room.

"Master sleep with you, remember to pay thank you."

Saying that, the dark night rolled into bed, and her shirt had already been changed into pajamas and pajamas, but because of Tang and Song Dynasty, she had to tie her belt tonight.

If it's uncomfortable, it's uncomfortable, and it's not that you can't sleep.

Speaking of which, as soon as I got close to Tang and Song, Tang and Song still smelled of wine, and they were a little puzzled in the dark night.

When did you drink? Don't even call her?

She glanced at her desk.

emm…… I forgot to tear down the wine I drank last night, probably when she wasn't in the room just now.

Just looking at Tang Song, I can't tell if he drank or not, but the wine jars were all poured, and the surroundings were not wet, so it was estimated that the remaining big plates and jars were drunk.

Nightshade stretched out his hand.

"How much is this?"

Tang Song said obediently: "1. ”

Gotcha, I know that this thing is drunk.

The dark night is shallow and ready to push Tang Song to the bed.

However, while pushing Tang Song on the bed, he was stopped by someone's long legs without paying attention to the dark night, and he was already tired, but his center of gravity was unstable this time.

She threw herself on them.

This posture is very ambiguous.

It would be embarrassing if someone came in from outside at this time, but fortunately, there was no vigil in the general's mansion, and it was impossible for a third person to run out of the house.

The tip of the shallow nose in the dark night even lingered with the breath of Tang Song's body, a man who was also addicted to women even if he was drunk.

Even if he is young, he can't stop the charm that exudes from him.

The dark night came down from Tang Song's body, and he simply lay down on the other side, tired to death.

So, the two of them just slept together.

It's just that this lie down, and as soon as it lies, it passes.

I also drank three glasses of wine this afternoon, and it was all white wine, and then Tang Song called her out, and probably didn't take care of herself, but now as soon as she lies down, the strength of the wine also comes up.

I tried to turn over but found that my head was heavier than my body, and my eyes were staring at the ceiling, becoming more and more hazy, and then slowly closing my eyes.

The next morning, oh or not the next morning, only the early morning.

It was still dark outside, and in the room, on the wide bed, there were two figures lying quietly, both sleeping on their sides, but facing each other.

Suddenly, one of the figures moved, then rolled over and opened its eyes.

Those eyes that are as thick as thick ink, under the backdrop of the night, are as bright as stars.

A trace of broken hair spread out on his forehead, his head was still a little groggy, and his left hand pressed his temple unconsciously, and his eyes were closed, unable to hide the discomfort of being drunk.

However, it seems that the hand has inadvertently touched something that is not quite right.