As soon as he stood up, he was pulled down by the man and sat back, "Qiqi." After he said this, he bowed his head and buried his chin in the socket of her neck.

Rong Qi was afraid of touching his wound, so he didn't dare to push it vigorously, "Chi Yan, you let go of me first, and I'll go find a doctor for you."

He didn't speak, but the hand that clasped her waist tightened.

I don't know if it's sober or drunk.

It was not a solution to leave the wound open, the more she struggled, but in the next moment, Chi Yan was holding her wrist and fell to the bed behind her.

Every bit of her struggle seemed to tell him that I don't belong to you.

In the past, every time he saw that she was always distracted by other people, he would go crazy with jealousy.

Why can't he be the only one.

"Chi Yan, are you drunk?"

Chi Yan has a very light wood agarwood on her body, mixed with intoxicating sake, hooking her waist with one hand and holding her arm with the other, pressing in a strong and paranoid posture.

"Rongqi, is your favorite person me?" His eyes were still red, full of infinite spring, almost drowning in them.

As long as she dared to say a word, he could ask her on the spot.

What is a gentleman's courtesy, peel off this layer of disguise, he is just a mad dog with ugly and vulgar thoughts.

Rong Qi could feel the hot body temperature of the man on his body through his clothes, and put one hand on his shoulder in a half-pushed attitude, in this hazy atmosphere that seemed to be drunk but not drunk, she wondered why such a person had no confidence at all in front of her.

Chi Yan's eyes confused her thoughts again, and she couldn't figure it out.

Seeing that she didn't answer for a long time, the affection on the man's face was gradually covered by outright possessiveness, rolling with a dark color.

"You're lying to me."

Liar, and said that he would always like me.

Rong Qi came back to his senses and explained, "No, I didn't lie to you." The hand on his shoulder moved up, "I like you the most." Touching his face, his index finger slid slightly...

The woman's hands were soft and hot, and her face was tickled, and she continued, "No one can compare to you, and if we are separated in the future, I would rather die alone."

As soon as she finished speaking, the man suddenly lowered his head, bit the corner of her lip punitively, and licked it with the tip of his tongue after biting, a painful and itchy tingling sensation.

"Without ifs, we wouldn't be separated, and it wouldn't be possible in this life."

Don't give her a chance to speak again, probe in strongly, lips and teeth touch, with no refusal.

Rong Qi couldn't move, and his only hand could only pull the corner of his windbreaker, and the two extreme colors of white and black collided, with a little ambiguous lingering.

A not-so-gentle kiss seemed to open the beginning of the story, she took care of his hand, Chi Yan took off his clothes and raised it back with his uninjured hand, and in a state of confusion, he gasped lightly: "It's okay, I can do it with one hand."

The room was brightly lit, and the warmth ran through the entire room, and after a while, Rongqi was too hot to stand.

"Hmm~" I don't know who whispered.

——

Xiao Congsu, who was called out to do coolies at night, just wanted to scold his mother to the half-dead Shi Cai'an, damn, he didn't know how to find a helper for him.

He scolded and cursed on his lips, and the gauze on his hand wrapped him around and around, and from a distance, he really looked like a fresh mummy.

The key is that after wrapping up, he still felt quite satisfied, and took several photos of the "mummy" in a row, and sent them to Xie Yan alone.

Over there, "?"

Xie Yan: "It's good, this snowman is quite like a person."

Xiao Congsu: ......

Intellectual retardation.