(Cat pounce Chinese ) In the man's hand, he held a photo tightly, as if he went to the bridal shop to try on the wedding dress. v o d t . c o m

Yes... It's a clear photo taken through the glass window outside the store...

Her photo...

So, Jing Mohao, you already know that I'm going to get married, and you know that I'm going to marry Chen Chen, right?

That's why you're drunk like this, aren't you?

Luo Xi took a step forward, stretched out his trembling fingers, and reached out to the piece of video paper in his hand...

Near.. Pinch...

The man's wrist flipped suddenly, grabbed her hand, pulled her down, and turned over to buckle her underneath.

Luo Xi took a breath, and his heart was about to jump out. Could it be that he was pretending to be asleep all along?

Is he going to find out?

Luo Xi stared at the man's face tightly, but the man's eyes were always closed and not opened.

"Luo Xi—" he whispered her name from his mouth.

Luo Xi's heart ached.

It was such a painful joy to hear him say his own name...

Luo Xi's eyelashes trembled lightly as she looked at him, drunk and drunk by the slightly drunken tone in his mouth.

His delicate kiss fell, affectionate and passionate.

Luo Xi touched his face with both hands, met his lips and tongue, and savored the thoughts and nostalgia of this time.

Jing Mohao...

Thank you for taking me on such an amazing journey of life.

Thank you for holding me in the palm of your hand and dancing your youth.

Thank you for holding my hand in the crowd.

Thank you for supporting me when I was in a hurry.

Countless thanks were swallowed into his stomach, and the man became emotional under the catalysis of alcohol, and his hands began to tear Luo Xi's clothes and pants frantically, and the rising body temperature made the alcohol on his body spread more and more.

Luo Xi was seriously kissed by him, and was caressed hard by his hand that reached into her clothes, she didn't refuse, but just fell into a death entanglement with him.

Jing Mohao, our encounter began with my drunkenness.

Then let this time of yours get drunk as our end...

Lips and teeth are intertwined, alcohol anesthetizes the indulgent nerves of the two, Jing Mohao has no weight in his hands, and there are tragic crime scenes on Luo Xi's body.

Luo Xi unconsciously held back tears, his body immersed in the last heat with him, unaware.

She didn't know what she was doing with him like this, and what she could get.

All she knew was that she couldn't push him away, she couldn't refuse him, she couldn't escape what she wanted to give him.

She's his woman, the last time she was his woman...

A hearty love-love keeps the man asleep.

Maybe it was this time that she took the initiative to cater to her, or maybe time forced her to leave as soon as possible, Luo Xi didn't feel too much soreness for a while.

She eased her emotions, let the tears on her face dry on the spot, and sat up from the bed.

Looking at the traces on his body that were fabricated by men, at this moment, he actually felt that these traces were also worth cherishing, but he still didn't let Chen Chen see it...

Luo Xi opened the wardrobe, and there was not a single piece of his previous clothes, which still occupied half of the entire wardrobe.

Luo Xi glanced over at the sleeping man, and the most sensitive string in his heart couldn't help but be sour again.

She slowly pulled her gaze back, took out a high-necked, long-sleeved, denim trousers, and put it on her body.

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