In the huge dining room, on the long dining table, only Li Siyan was still awake.

The slender hand shook the liquid in the goblet, his gaze swept over the two who had fallen heroically, and the man's thin lips hooked shallowly, and he put the glass down.

It's finally gone!

The whole world seems to be quiet!

Li Siyan pressed his eyebrows, got up and carried the sleeping Chu Yanhuan to the bedroom on the second floor.

took off her shoes and socks, and gently put the person on the bed, and just covered her with the quilt, but the person next to the pillow opened his eyes.

Blinked at him, his watery eyes were misty and unfocused.

Li Siyan met her gaze, raised his hand like a daughter and gently patted it on the quilt a few times, and said softly, "Good, sleep." ”

Chu Yanhuan's eyes were covered with a layer of intoxication, and his clear eyes brought out a trance under the warm light.

She frowned, raised her hand to lift the quilt, and muttered indistinctly, "Hot ......"

After speaking, he turned over, faced his direction, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Li Siyan lowered his eyes and stared at her drunken face, his eyes were focused, and the corners of his lips were hooked a little, bringing out a shallow arc.

At this time, Chu Yanhuan's cheeks were puffed with alcohol, like a ripe peach, exuding a hearty coquettishness for no reason, tempting to commit crimes.

The gaze swept over her smooth and full forehead, slender eyebrows, thick eyelashes, and the bridge of her nose, and finally landed on her pink lips.

Seeing her smack her mouth twice from time to time in her sleep, Li Siyan's eyes rolled, her heart swayed, and she couldn't help but bow her head and kiss the corner of her lips several times.

With an inscrutable dark color in his dark eyes, he was silent for a long time, and muttered as if sighing, "Huanhuan, you who love to drink, you who love to act, which one is the real you?" ”

When the man went downstairs again, Ye Jingmo had already rolled from the table to the bottom of the table.

Li Siyan stopped not far from the dining table, and looked at Ye Jingmo, who was holding the table legs and sleeping until he woke up, looking a little helpless.

"Ahem!"

"Ahem!"

He coughed vigorously a few times, deliberately raising the decibels, but Ye Jingmo slept very deeply and did not react at all.

This guy is so skilled, why is he so unalert?

If he really wanted to be against him, he didn't know how many times he would die!

Li Siyan sighed softly, went to the guest room and took a blanket and folded it back and threw it on him, leaving him to fend for himself.

I raised my wrist and looked at the time, it was almost three o'clock in the morning.

The man raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his forehead, then turned to go back upstairs to take a shower and rest.

…………

The next day, in the morning.

Before Chu Yanhuan opened his eyes, he felt that his head was groggy, heavy and heavy as lead.

The back also seems to be caught by something, and the pain is about to break.

"Hiss"

She took a breath and reached her waist with both hands, and when she felt the shape of something pressed under her waist, she suddenly opened her eyelids, and her sleepiness instantly woke up most of the time.

Chu Yanhuan gritted his teeth, endured the discomfort of his body, and directly pulled out the things behind his waist and raised them in front of him.

Her eyelids jumped as she saw what was glowing with a cold, metallic sheen in front of her.

Gun!

It turned out to be a gun!

And it's not just one, it's three!

When she reached out and touched it just now, she felt the shape of the gun, and now the heavy feeling of holding it in her hand made her heart tremble!

Years of filming experience told her that these three guns are definitely not props!

But where did such a dangerous thing come from?

And why is it on her?