The room is unusually brightly lit, with half-open floor-to-ceiling windows and cold winds blowing in and curtains slightly raised.

Li Meng was pressed against the curtain with a blank face, and her round eyes were squinted, and her eyes were full of drunken mist.

After a long struggled look, she saw a verdant and tall bamboo, leaning over and pressing her restless fingers.

The man's breath was unusually fresh, and on the half-open collar, there was a clear smell of wine.

She wrinkled her nose uncomfortably, the smell of bamboo was good, but it was a little hot.

She couldn't help but step back, hitting the thick, dark red curtain cloth.

The pretty girl was almost hidden in the flannel, and her thick black hair was like seaweed, the ends of her hair were slightly curled, and her hair was as moist as satin.

Qin Guiyun lowered his eyes, and the color of his eyes hidden under his eyelashes was deep and forbearing.

His breath burned and the fingers on her wrist trembled slightly.

Under the black broken hair, hot sweat slipped down his forehead, and the skin of his porcelain-white cheeks was flushed by the heat.

The man's eyes stared at the face of the girl in front of him in confusion, and his reason was shaky.

He felt he should let her go.

The effect of the drug made him uncontrollable, his fingers clasped her wrist, and he slowly lowered his head and leaned over.

The girl's breath is sweet.

She seemed a little uncomfortable and wanted to get out of the way.

Unhurried, he stretched out his other hand, his slender fingertips pinching her jaw.

The man's hoarse voice sounded in the dark night.

"Didn't you take the medicine? Are you trying to get away with it? ”

Li Meng's brain froze, and she only felt that this bamboo was annoying.

Bamboo leaves came to poke her face what's going on.

He also wrapped bamboo branches around her hands.

She didn't eat it, he had to squeeze over.

This bamboo is a dead stock, and the bamboo leaves are too old to eat, otherwise it can be sold so hard?

Li Meng's face was full of drunken flush, she glared at him with round eyes, and said coldly: "Let go, you are too old, I can't chew it." ”

It's too old.

The man with delicate eyebrows made a move, the confusion in his eyes was a little less, and the coldness on his face was more obvious.

He turned his face lightly, pinched the fingers of her chin, and gently pressed down on her shoulders, moving slowly and methodically, without looking flustered at all.

If you were a little hesitant just now.

There is a hint of cruel strength in the current action.

It seems to be punitive.

He lowered his eyes silently, and the hot breath eroded upward, almost drowning the girl in his arms.

Li Meng was confused, still struggling to think about how a piece of bamboo became a fine.

As a panda, you can't be counterattacked by bamboo.

She wants to be strong, she wants to ......

The next moment, she felt the leaves of the bamboo fall to her lips, and she turned her head in disgust.

The kiss fell on her cheek.

A cold, hoarse voice suddenly came from her ear, sliding over her eardrums, bringing a shiver.

Then the curtains on either side of her were suddenly ripped over and wrapped around her.

She transforms into a silkworm baby wrapped in red flannel.

The man propped one hand on the side of her hair, and the cold look in his eyes was replaced by hot displeasure at the moment.

When he saw that she couldn't move, he wanted to move on again.

And Li Meng, who was wrapped into a silkworm treasure, blinked with round eyes.

Her mind finally flashed through the task.

Yes, if you want to send the hero to the heroine, how to send it......

What to send it for?

The brain is still dead.

Can't remember...... I don't want to.

But this bamboo is too annoying, say don't eat it, don't come over and force people to eat it.

If you don't eat, don't eat, don't be embarrassed.

She looked at the bamboo in front of her expressionlessly, and suddenly raised her feet, the cloth wrapped around her upper body, and her feet were still able to move freely.

Kicking hard, a muffled snort rang in her ears.

Then the bamboo lying on top of her seemed to be enduring some sharp pain.

Li Meng tilted her head in confusion, as if she felt that she had kicked not bamboo.

More like human legs.

She yawned sleepily, a mist squeezing out of her eyes, and then pushed away the obstacles on her body and walked towards the bed.

I'll do it later.

Let's sleep.