Ming Jiuniang didn't know that her wine was so bad, and she had already sold herself in her sleep.

She rolled over and continued to sleep heartlessly.

In fact, I don't blame her for this matter, the amount of alcohol in the predecessor doesn't seem to be so shallow, I don't know if it's the change brought about by her crossing that makes this body pour when it is drunk.

Xiao Tiece couldn't sleep.

The words that Ming Jiuniang said were almost poked at his heart, and all the things he was worried about had happened-not my race, the heart belonged, the body was in Cao Ying, and the heart was in the Han ......

How was he going to keep her?

Xiao Tiece, who had never considered the relationship between men and women before, deeply felt that he was now paying the price for his previous lack - when he was young and frivolous, how could he have imagined that one day, he would be worried about women and couldn't sleep?

In all his life plans, women have never been considered.

He thought that after he became famous, he would marry a wife and take a concubine, let them marry and raise children, and not cause him any trouble.

But now I realized how desperately he wanted to stuff himself into a woman's heart.

However, this is harder than rebellion.

Ming Jiuniang is like the wind at hand, you can see it, you think it is close at hand, but you can't catch it.

She is like a cloud on the horizon, free and free, and may float away at any time.

He spent too little time with her, but fortunately he could stay at home all the time, and thinking of this, Xiao Tiece felt a little comforted.

Ming Jiuniang, he's going to decide.

It was easy to settle down a little, and suddenly the quilt was pulled, and Xiao Tiece subconsciously grabbed the quilt.

- It's easy to get her body, but he wants her heart.

He doesn't do anything to take advantage of people's danger, and he has pride.

He hoped that one day, Ming Jiuniang would willingly hand her over to himself.

"I hate it!" Ming Jiuniang scolded.

Her own quilt was kicked under her feet, and she couldn't catch it anywhere, so she came to grab Xiao Tiece's.

Xiao Tiece's hand was so strong that she couldn't drag it, and suddenly slipped into his quilt like a loach, and said proudly: "It's okay now." ”

Xiao Tiece didn't dare to move.

He smelled the fragrance in her hair, felt the burning heat coming from her body, and even stepped on his, and the two of them touched skin to skin.

Xiao Tiece stiffened into a statue.

The desire in the body is like the tide at high tide, surging upwards and waves, constantly impacting the psychological defense.

This was the hardest night in Xiao Tiece's life, and there was no one.

Obviously everything was within reach, and he could have shifted all the blame to her, but he was as motionless as a reef on the seashore, allowing his desire to push him inch by inch.

In the darkness, he looked at Fang Liang with wide eyes, his lips had been bitten, and there was rust in his mouth.

Ming Jiuniang woke up the next day with a headache, and after opening her eyes, she almost instinctively turned her head sideways to look at Ye'er, but unexpectedly saw Xiao Tiece's face that was difficult to distinguish between joy and anger.

Ming Jiuniang was dumbfounded.

She looked down at the quilt on her body, then slowly reached out and lifted it, and then let out an "ah" sound, and said in shock: "Xiao Tiece, did I do anything to you?"

She remembered that she must have been drunk yesterday, but she didn't remember what happened next.

She has always coveted Xiao Tiece's better figure than the male model - she is muscle control, she likes strong and powerful men, but she is only YY at most, how arrogant she is in her heart, how cowardly she is in reality.