Chapter 2 Drunken Little Milk Dog

Opening the door of the private room, the mess in the room made Su Fengqiao take a deep breath and slowly spit it out.

I heard that deep breathing calms the mind.

The table in the private room was dragged for more than ten meters, the wine was spilled everywhere, and the fragments of wine bottles and glasses were also spread all over the floor. Su Fengqiao walked over with a suffocating anger, stepped on a soft and collapsed thing, and when he raised his foot, he saw that it was a lump of mashed bananas.

"Aqiao~" Hearing the sound of the door of the private room being opened, the man who was holding the leg of the table opened his drunken eyes and murmured coquettishly.

With naturally curly black hair, an angular jawline, healthy and beautiful wheat-colored skin, a long and enviable figure, and impeccable facial features, he is a person who came out of a comic.

If you ignore Gu Yao's drunken appearance.

"Brother Hang, didn't I say that it was better not to let him drink anymore?" Su Fengqiao quietly glanced at Gu Yao, who had fallen asleep again, and turned his head to Song Hang, who came up.

"We persuaded you," Song Hang squatted down and laboriously separated Gu Yao from the table: "...... Forget it for a while, he has a lot of troubles, just drink a little, and when the situation gets better after a while, he won't let him come here again. ”

"I'll come, I'll come." Su Fengqiao hurriedly set up the sleeping Gu Yao: "Thank you, Brother Hang, you go back with them first, I'll just come here." ”

Song Hang waved his hand and said to the helpless few people sitting in the private room: "Aqiao is here, let's go back first." ”

After a while, he glanced back at Su Fengqiao: "Go back and persuade him." Seeing that Su Fengqiao didn't reply, he was silent for a while: "...... Never mind. ”

……

When Su Fengqiao brought Gu Yao to his house, it was already half past one in the morning. He hurriedly took off Gu Yao's wine-stained clothes, but he was caught by Gu Yao's arm.

It shouldn't be said that he was unprepared, after all, Su Fengqiao was already used to Gu Yao's drunken state.

"Take off your clothes first, it's dirty." Su Fengqiao said as he tried to break away from Gu Yao.

"I'm hungry......" Gu Yao opened his sleepy eyes and leaned towards Su Fengqiao like a coquettish.

"First...... I took off my clothes first, and I smelled of wine. Although this kind of scene has appeared so many times, although Su Fengqiao numbs himself every day, as soon as he sees Gu Yao's bare collarbone and his unusually affectionate appearance, Su Fengqiao's heart still can't stop beating wildly.

Gu Yao obediently asked Su Fengqiao to take off his shirt and pants, cleaned up his clothes at Su Fengqiao, and pushed Su Fengqiao down on the sofa.

“……?!” Su Fengqiao stared at the naked man in a daze, feeling as if the blood was pouring into his face.

"Aqiao, you, do you know what I'm thinking?" Gu Yao approached Su Fengqiao's face little by little.

"Huh?" Su Fengqiao's brain went blank, and he looked blankly at Gu Yao, who was a little stuttering due to drunkenness.

Heavy alcoholic scent.

"What......?" Su Fengqiao came back to his senses and stammered.

“…… I don't know what it is. Gu Yao was talking to himself, staring closely at Su Fengqiao, who was full of doubts.

"How much did you drink today?" Su Fengqiao was stunned at first, then sighed and rolled his eyes.

Gu Yao ignored Su Fengqiao's question, he stared at Su Fengqiao's delicate facial features tightly, and leaned over to kiss him for a while.

Su Fengqiao's whole body stiffened. Especially when he clearly felt the changes in a certain body organ of Gu Yao.

"Hard, hard......" Gu Yao didn't hide it, and whispered in Su Fengqiao's ear.

Su Fengqiao was dizzy by his own violent heartbeat. Although it is common for Gu Yao to get drunk, and it is also common for him to pester him like a little milk dog pestering his master when he is drunk, it is the first time that he really feels Gu Yao's body's reaction.

"......" Su Fengqiao knew that Gu Yao's wine was poor, and although it would break every time he was drunk, he still didn't dare to reach out to help Gu Yao vent.

The two of them were in a stalemate until after a long time, as Gu Yao's tiredness became more and more intense, the thing gradually disappeared by itself.

Feeling Gu Yao's breathing gradually steady, Su Fengqiao lightly laid him flat on the sofa.

The small black curls slightly covered Gu Yao's eyes, and Su Fengqiao sat next to the sofa, quietly watching Gu Yao sleep peacefully.

Even Gu Yao, who was asleep, still had a fatal attraction to Su Fengqiao.

This is probably fate.

Su Fengqiao laughed self-deprecatingly.