Suddenly, Su Ziyue felt a strong smell of wine in her mouth, as if some kind of liquid was slowly flowing into her throat, she was nervous, and swallowed it, it was brandy!

For her, who used to work as a maid in a coffee shop, she certainly knows all kinds of alcohol in the world.

After a while, her mouth overflowed with wine again, and she opened her eyes in surprise, it turned out that the guy in the east was spitting up wine on a hot night, and he used himself as a reservoir! (─。 ─|||）

Su Ziyue suddenly sobered up and was extremely angry, she tried to push him away, but he actually kissed him fiercely with his eyes closed. Seeing that his throat is still squirming, he is still spitting wine, bastard!

She pushed harder, but he still gagged his lips fiercely, not moving.

She had no choice but to swallow the drink in her mouth again, otherwise she would choke to death, although the feeling was weird, repulsive, and even disgusting.

She tried to push him away again, and this time, he was easily tossed to the ground by herself. Su Ziyue breathed a sigh of relief in fear and was about to sit up, but she found that her head was dizzy, and she was even a little dizzy in front of her.

She struggled to sit up, staggering over to the wicked man who was still lying motionless on the ground, she crouched down and approached him, "Hey, wicked man, wake up!" She called softly, but he didn't move.

It seems that this guy is asleep, Su Ziyue held her mouth unhappily. Really, since the amount of alcohol is so bad, the wine is so bad, what kind of wine are you drinking!

Though she hated drunken people, she couldn't bear to lie on the cold marble floor all night out of overflowing compassion and great fraternity.

In the end, she had to help him up and put him on her thin shoulder, and dragged him into his room.

Mother's, it's hot to death, Su Ziyue gasped for breath.

Finally, she moved him to his big bed, took off his shoes and socks, and covered him with a quilt. It seems that she has really become his exclusive maid.

Su Ziyue poured another basin of warm water, soaked the towel in the water and wrung it out, and then gently helped him wipe his cheeks, neck, palms, and backs of his hands.

It was only after she had placed him in place that she felt a sore back and tired.

She gently extinguished the delicate lamp on his bedside table and prepared to walk out lightly.

"No, don't leave me!" Suddenly, he whispered and grabbed her wrist.

Su Ziyue tried to break free from him, but was dragged to death by him. Oh, my God! Are you going to be pulled by him like this tonight? Su Ziyue's forehead was lined with black lines, she was really about to collapse!

The sleepiness gradually hit, Su Ziyue felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, she really couldn't stand it, and crawled to the corner of his bed in a daze, and fell asleep, and pulled the pillow on his head and pillowed it on her head.

And Dongfang Yanye, who was sleeping, was still tugging at her slender wrist without the slightest sign of loosening.

In the early morning, wisps of golden light poured in faintly through the thin curtains, reflecting on Su Ziyue's delicate face in her sleep.

The dappled light and shadow danced on her fair and tender skin as the morning breeze swept the leaves of the trees, like brilliant diamonds. Her long, curly eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a butterfly feather ready to spread its wings.

Her ruddy cherry mouth seemed to be muttering, pursing her lips slightly or pursing her lips. Her shallow, steady breath spilled lightly on his bare, sturdy chest.