With the arrival of Xia Yu, the atmosphere was even more burning than before.

One by one, they diligently helped Xia Yu get things, which made Jiang Yuan dissatisfied, and yelled at them: "You guys put away your eyeballs for me, you scared people away, I'll settle accounts with you!" ”

"Cut ——!"

Then there was another burst of laughter.

Xia Yu was slightly embarrassed, but fortunately Nie Ruyi was a hearty person, and she changed the topic all of a sudden, so she was relieved.

His eyes were fixed on the man, but only for a second or two.

He wore a white shirt today, two buttons were torn open by him, and the neckline revealed a large piece of whiteness, sitting lazily, not knowing what to play with in his hands, his eyes drooping, and his thick and long eyelashes trembled slightly.

It was as if the heartbeat had frozen at that moment.

Xia Yu hurriedly retracted his gaze, his face was slightly red, and at this time, everyone had already started, picked up the chopsticks and pretended to be serious and took a piece of green vegetables.

"Come on, come on, everyone have a toast, and I wish Jiang Yuan a happy birthday!" Someone raised his head, raised his wine glass, and signaled to Jiang Yuan, everyone also stood up, and Xia Yu also forgot Nie Ruyi's reminder before he came, and toasted with them.

Immediately after the toasts, it was Xia Yu's turn, and she was embarrassed to make a special toast, so she toasted again.

At this point, my face gradually became hot.

Xia Yu hurriedly ate something, but she still didn't resist the strength of the wine, her head began to dizzy, everyone was happily eating, even Nie Ruyi didn't notice her strangeness.

She endured the discomfort and ate in small bites.

More than half an hour passed, some people had already eaten and got up to the singing station to order songs, and the singing gradually rose, playing in the private room, eating, and singing.

Nie Ruyi didn't know when he ran to the coffee table.

Dizziness struck, Xia Yu couldn't help it, so he got up and walked to the private room next door.

Before coming, Jiang Yuan told her that there was a private room next door for rest, and when you were tired of playing, you could go over and sit for a while, and it would be quiet over there.

Not long after she got up, He Yi'an's drooping face suddenly lifted up, and she watched her step by step towards the figure next door with her peripheral vision.

The white skirt swayed with the swing of the pace, the slender and white arms were exposed to the sight, and the skin was so white that it seemed that a pinch could pinch out the mark.

Glancing at the legs under the skirt, his throat rolled lightly, and his heart was hot, burning him.

Unconsciously picked up the cup from the table and drank it in a big gulp, cold and cold, and the alcohol stimulated the nerves.

He stood up and walked out the door.

"Brother Yi, where are you going?" Jiang Yuan caught a glimpse of He Yi'an's figure and asked habitually.

As soon as the words fell, the figure paused.

yes, where did he go?

His dark pupils moved slightly, but he didn't answer, he put it in his pocket, and opened the door indifferently.

Walking to the door, he leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette case, lit it, and reflected the starlight between his fingers.

He didn't know where to go, he only knew that there was a thought in his heart that led him and went with his heart.

He took the cigarette to his mouth, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled it, and the smoke lingered, enveloping his whole face.

The pitch-black pupils were slightly raised, becoming more and more clear.

In the past few days, there has been one more person in his heart, always wringing his heart in the middle of the night, unable to sleep peacefully.

After saying cruel words that day, the two didn't seem to have seen each other much.

When I saw her today, I found that her appearance became more and more profound in my mind.

She has lost weight, and the curve of her jaw has become smoother and more refined.

The deep blue gaze was fixed on the door next door, and a person came out of it, and she held her forehead and walked slowly to the balcony, where the breeze was gentle, and she wanted to sober up.

But before she could take a few steps, her hand was clamped, and she struggled, finding that it was as strong as an iron tong.

She turned around, her eyes misty, and her eyes overflowed with water.

"He Yi'an?" She raised her hand and waved it in front of her, how could there be a few He Yi'ans moving?

The dizziness became heavier and heavier, and the body began to shake involuntarily, and the vision became more and more foggy.

She really can't drink well.

He Yi'an sank his face, snuffed out the cigarette butt, threw it in the trash, and with the force of his hand, Xia Yu's whole person fell into his arms, her hands against her chest, hot and hot.

There is a familiar smell wafting from the tip of the nose, and there is an inexplicable feeling of reassurance.

"He Yi'an......?" Xia Yu muttered softly, her voice was soft, and she sounded very delicate, as if she was coquettish.

She half-squinted, waited for the figure to stop shaking, and raised her hand to poke carefully at the handsome face, soft and a little warm.

"It's so soft." His eyes were sparkling, the corners of his mouth were hooked with a shallow smile, and his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, as if he had no sense of safety at all.

He Yi'an had a calm face, the movements in his hands couldn't help but increase, clamping her arm, which was so slender that it was terrifying, as if it could be broken with more force.

Her white skin had been pinched out of red marks, and she struggled, unable to move, and it hurt so much. groaned, his eyes were like a wave of clear water, and tears were in his eyes.

"It hurts...... What are you doing? She said pitifully.

“......”

He Yi'an looked at her with a cold face, took her into his arms, opened the door next door with his free hand, and took her into the small private room.

"I'm going to sober up, don't go in." Xia Yu twisted in his arms and refused to go in, and his hands moved uneasily.

"If you move again, I'll throw you out." He Yi'an said coldly.

Hearing this, Xia Yu didn't dare to move this time, and grabbed the clothes on his chest, aggrieved.

He Yi'an threw the person on the sofa and loosened his collar, he was just grabbed by her, and he couldn't breathe.

"You're so fierce." Xia Yu leaned on the sofa and looked up at him, his eyes still confused.

He Yi'an was about to shake his hand and leave, but in the next second, his palm was wrapped in a warm little hand, she pulled hard, he staggered, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell in her direction.

In a panic, he propped his hands on the sofa so as not to crush her.

When he reacted, the distance between the two was very close, and when his eyes touched, her thick eyelashes fanned gently, as if brushing the feathers past the tip of people's hearts, crispy and numb.

The white texture is delicate and silky, and people can't help but want to touch it.

The crimson lips move slightly, moisturizing, like a delicate rose blooming.

It's exciting.

He Yi'an clearly felt that the rapid heartbeat was as loud as a drum, and there was a desire surging wildly, leading him closer to her.

He wanted to kiss her.

The feeling is intense.

It's so hot that my heart is hot.

A hand suddenly appeared in front of him, it hooked his neck, the slender white and tender little hand gently rested on it, the touch was soft, and the delicate and small face gradually enlarged in front of him.

His throat rolled slightly, and the darkness under his eyes flickered slightly, overflowing with scarlet light.

"He Yi'an, I miss you." Xia Yu lay in his ear, and the soft breath sprayed on his face, causing people to tremble uncontrollably.

The voice is shallow, with a longing tone, long and fresh.

"I'm very uncomfortable if you ignore me, but I'm really happy to see you tonight, and the boredom accumulated for a few days is suddenly gone."

Her lips touched the roots of her ears, cool, but very comfortable, although she was dizzy, she knew that the person in front of her was He Yi'an.

Only he can have this unique and reassuring feeling.

Perhaps prompted by alcohol, she plucked up the courage to tell him what she was thinking and feeling.

He Yi'an lowered his eyes and stared straight at her face, his eyes seemed to be quenched, shining stars, exuding its light.

The heart moved, and the impulse rolled, and suddenly I wanted to indulge myself once.

Just once.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned down slowly, catching the crimson lips, soft as jelly, with the sweetness of peach between them.

A few light pecks on the lip flap, gradually deepening, when the lips and teeth collided, a stream of hot blood rushed to the top, the tip of the tongue was wet, and the warm breath swept through her, as if to suck all her oxygen, making her breathless at all.

She whimpered a few times, gently against He Yi'an's chest, hot and scorching.

But longing for him, he opened his mouth slightly, and welcomed it in, the tip of his tongue hooked, moist and throbbing, and he responded cautiously, and with a slight stretch, he was robbed of his breath.

He Yi'an became more and more ruthless, all the reason and coldness were put aside at this moment, and now there was only one thought in his mind, and that was to kiss her.

Almost instantly, all the emotions came to my heart, and I pinned it on this kiss, which was both profound and unforgettable.

The heartbeats and breathing of the two overlapped, and at this time they were all in chaos, and they couldn't tell whose it was.

The strong plunder made Xia Yu's whole person weak, and even his scalp was numb.

Her hands were wrapped around his neck, gradually going up, the short and dense hair was grasped by a clump, the slender hand was inserted into it, the white and black formed a strong contrast, the palm sometimes opened, sometimes closed, causing a shiver.

He Yi'an was forced to look up at her, and pressed her against the sofa, her face was crimson, her eyes were misty, as if unconscious, but she seemed to have, she catered to him, he plundered her, and so did she.

The two didn't know how long they kissed, their tongues were trembling, and they were reluctant to leave, He Yi'an's calmness was also crushed by this kiss, and all that was left was out of control.

The fragrance emanating from her body made him want to absorb more, he hugged her tightly, clasped her head, and the hot breath swept around, the tip of his tongue, lips and teeth, against the wet.

Suddenly there was a conversation in my ears, closer and closer, closer and closer.

He Yi'an paused slightly, slowly retreated, and finally stayed on the crimson lip, still unfinished.

When the voice reached the door, it gradually faded away.

After a long time, he gradually calmed down that impulse, and looked at her with his eyes down, his eyes were dark red, as if something was surging, with indescribable emotions, but a little more tenderness.

Her lips were slightly swollen and stained with water, as if they were petals that had been drenched after the rain, revealing a sense of charm.

He stretched out his hand and brushed it gently, as if with an electric current, which made her tremble, and the ripple at the bottom of her eyes became more and more watery and hazy.

Suppressing the urge to lean up again, he let go of the hand that was holding her, and she still hooked his neck, he gently broke it off, put it on her waist, and slowly got up.

Only then did he see that the little white dress fell off his shoulders at some point, revealing her fair collarbones, delicate like a butterfly, and her delicate skin brought a visual impact.