Late at night, Wang Qing, who was drunk, moved her long eyelashes and slowly opened her eyes.

Looking at the unfamiliar environment in the dark, Wang Qing frowned, stunned for a while as if she had thought of something, Wang Qing's face was shocked, and she hurriedly checked her clothes.

When she found that her clothes were still neatly worn on her body, Wang Qing breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't finish her breath, but she found that there was another person lying on her bed.

"Hey, you, who are you"?

Wang Qing's face changed in shock, and she kicked the "stranger" who couldn't see clearly in the night.

Zhang Zetao did drink too much today, he felt sorry for Wang Qing, and he almost took all the wine that Wang Qing ordered, white wine, red wine, foreign wine, and I don't know how much he drank, as long as Wang Qing asked to open it, Zhang Zetao poured it into his mouth in one go, not leaving even a drop for Wang Qing.

"Hey, hey".

Wang Qing, who was a little intoxicated, saw that the stranger he kicked lightly with his foot did not get up, his brows furrowed, and he couldn't help but increase his strength, and at the same time leaned in the direction of this "stranger", wanting to see who this bold "stranger" was.

"Well, Zetao".

Seeing that it was Zhang Zetao lying on the same bed with him, Wang Qing's face suddenly turned crimson, and at the same time remembered the sporadic clips of last night.

Originally, because she was in the same room with a "stranger", even in the same bed, Wang Qing, who was frightened, knew that this "stranger" was Zhang Zetao, her mood changed, in addition to being no longer frightened, there was also embarrassment and shame.

His eyes gradually adapted to the night, and through the faint moonlight outside the window, staring at the face engraved in his mind and buried in his heart, Wang Qing's expression was happy and worried.

"Zetao".

Gently stroking his right hand, Zhang Zetao, who was drunk at the moment and did not have a trace of reaction, thought of the emotional entanglement between the two, Wang Qing's beautiful eyes were a little red.

"Hmm".

Zhang Zetao's uncomfortable moan frightened Wang Qing immediately retracted her slender hand and patted her plump chest. Seeing that Zhang Zetao just turned over and did not wake up, Wang Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Zetao, Zetao".

pushed the sleeping Zhang Zetao, and saw that Zhang Zetao was drunk like a dead pig, and he couldn't wake up no matter how he pushed, Wang Qing gave up.

The first acquaintance of the two, the in-depth relationship, the budding love, and the desperate struggle for themselves during the car accident, all the fragments flashed in front of Wang Qing's eyes one by one.

staring at Zhang Zetao, who was sleeping in front of him, thinking of the bits and pieces that the two of them realized from now to now, Wang Qing's hesitant face seemed to have a decision.

The figure in his mind and the person in his eyes gradually overlapped, Wang Qing finally couldn't control his feelings, and his cold and slightly moist lips climbed up to Zhang Zetao's lips. At this moment, Wang Qing knew that her feelings were like moths rushing into the fire, and she might not get the slightest result, but she did it without hesitation. Wang Qing's fingers once again swept across Zhang Zetao's cheeks, tears flowed like spring water, and the clothes on his body gradually fell off.

With the separation of the white sweater, Wang Qing, who was only wearing underwear, was already blushing. has no fate with Zhang Zetao, which makes Wang Qing very unwilling, and at the same time, she has an idea in her heart that even she doesn't know why, that is, to give her first time to the person she loves deeply, without complaint or regret.

Women are sensual and persistent, and the more they can't get something, the more they want to get it, even once.

The darkness of the night could not hide Wang Qing's smooth skin, beautiful face, white jade neck, towering breasts, and under the weak silver moonlight, she looked so beautiful and holy.

With trembling hands, he took off Zhang Zetao's clothes, Wang Qing's face revealed infinite spring love, and her white skin became a little flushed at the moment, coupled with the effect of residual alcohol, Wang Qing's mind was blank, and she only followed the thoughts in her heart.

Crystal tears slid down Wang Qing's cheeks, rolling all the way to her strong and towering jade peak, looking at Zhang Zetao, who was asleep and fiddled with herself, and did not wake up, Wang Qing bit her red lip.

There was no voice, no remorse, only blood representing chastity, and the pain of frowning, indicating that Wang Qing had become a real woman at this moment.

Wang Qing's actions awakened Zhang Zetao's male instinct, and although he was intoxicated, Zhang Zetao, who had a reaction, still took the initiative to move.

Turning over and pressing Wang Qing under him, like Zhang Zetao in a dream, following his feelings, galloping bravely, not knowing what he was doing at the moment.

"Zetao, love me".

With her hands around Zhang Zetao's neck, tears flowed from Wang Qingmei's eyes, and she didn't know whether she was happy or unwilling.

There was no answer, no sound, just an instinctive sprint, and a joyful release.

The beauty's moans gradually rang out after the pain, but they were accompanied by a more courageous sprint.

A coquettish anger and a low roar sounded at the same time, and the dark night, which was full of wireless spring love, finally quieted down, and gently pushed away Zhang Zetao, who was lying on top of him and unconscious, Wang Qing's poignant face had a trace of aftertaste.

Endured the pain, Wang Qing gradually put the clothes scattered on the ground back for Zhang Zetao, and the jade hand swept across Zhang Zetao's face, which had been dominated by male instinct from beginning to end, and Wang Qing's hot tears fell on Zhang Zetao's face.

Gently opening the door of the luxury suite, Wang Qing reluctantly looked at Zhang Zetao, who was still sleeping after being happy, and resolutely stepped out of the door. She knew that since she stepped out of this room, the emotions of the two had completely drifted away, and all that was left was friends.

Despite this, Wang Qing at this moment has no regrets.

"Hello Miss, is there anything you need to serve"?

Looking at the beautiful Wang Qing, who went downstairs in the middle of the night, the service staff in the hotel was full of surprise, especially Wang Qing's walking posture, which made the service staff who had this experience know.

Feeling the deep meaning in the eyes of the hotel service staff, Rao is already worth hundreds of millions of dollars and Wang Qing, who has seen countless big scenes, can't help but have a fever on her face.

Shaking his head, under the gaze of the hotel attendant, Wang Qing showed shame in his eyes, and endured the pain, Wang Qing limped out of the hotel.

When the first rays of sunlight shone into the hotel in the morning, Zhang Zetao, who was drunk, opened his eyes, rubbed his forehead, which was still painful, and Zhang Zetao swept the current environment.

"It's ......".

"Qing'er"!

Zhang Zetao, who vaguely remembered what happened yesterday, his face changed, and he hurriedly shouted. Not only because of Wang Qing's sadness yesterday, but also because Zhang Zetao, who was drunk last night, had a spring dream, in which he pressed Wang Qing, who had never dared to face it, under him, and did something that people and gods were angry about.

"Qing'er".

After searching the room and finding that there was no trace of Wang Qing, Zhang Zetao's face tightened, and he hurriedly opened the door and rushed out.

"Sir, may I ask ......".

"Did you see the companion who came with me last night"?

Before the hotel waiter finished speaking, Zhang Zetao's eager voice sounded, and the majesty on his body was naturally revealed.

Feeling the majesty of Zhang Zetao, the waiter's face was shocked.

"Sir, do you ask the young lady who came with you?

Wang Qing's beauty, the waiter is still very impressed, not to mention that only Wang Qing left alone in the early morning, and the waiter will not be mistaken.

"In the early hours of the morning, I have already left"?

Hearing the words of the hotel waiter, Zhang Zetao frowned, and immediately took out the mobile phone on his body and dialed Wang Qing's number.

"Hello, the phone you made is turned off".

Shut down.

The voice on the phone made Zhang Zetao's face change slightly, looked up at the hotel waiter, and asked in a deep voice.

"How much"?

"Hello, sir, you live in a luxury suite, a total of 1,888 yuan."

The waiter felt the prestige of Zhang Zetao, and slightly hesitated to quote a moderate price, although it was just an ordinary hotel front desk, but there was still a vision for people, and they originally wanted to treat Zhang Zetao as Kai Zizai, but after Zhang Zetao revealed his prestige, they converged a lot.

Taking a deep look at the front desk of the hotel, Zhang Zetao didn't say anything, but directly took out his bank card to transfer the account, although Zhang Zetao knew that there was something greasy in this price, but now Zhang Zetao obviously doesn't have the time and mood to care about these.

"Sir, please walk slowly".

Zhang Zetao, who was worried about Wang Qing and left in a hurry, didn't know that his spring dream last night didn't happen in a dream, and he didn't find that the big bed in the luxury suite where he lived was not only missing sheets, but also sporadic bloodstains.