It's almost the tip of the nose touching the tip of the nose, and the distance that can be kissed when you lower your head is entangled, along with the ambiguous breathing of the two.

Murong Qiao's eyes stared at Huo Yichen without blinking, and only after a while did he suddenly hold back a sentence.

"You're so good-looking."

Huo Yichen waited for a long time, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but want to laugh a little, but considering that Murong Qiao could only sleep after packing up, he was up again.

Just when he was still thinking about how to make Murong Qiao fall asleep directly, he began to be dishonest again.

The hand that was originally holding the corner of his clothes climbed up at some point and headed in the direction of the collar, Murong Qiao gradually straightened up and wanted to look at Huo Yichen with his body, but he couldn't use his strength, so he had to half-cling to Huo Yichen.

She seemed to be lying in Huo Yichen's arms, holding the other party's face with both hands and exerting force slightly.

"What, don't look at me?" Murong Qiao paused for a moment to speak, tilted his head and asked suspiciously.

She held Huo Yichen's face while asking, wanting to look at him.

As we all know, drunk people are unreasonable.

Huo Yichen had no intention of saying anything to Murong Qiao, so he had to follow her movements, but Murong Qiao was such a small person, lying in front of him and like nesting in his arms, Huo Yichen turned his head and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the snow-white scenery under the collar.

The white color is so dazzling that it is hard to forget even if you look at it alone.

Huo Yichen couldn't help but think of that ravine in his mind, and then hurriedly staggered his gaze and suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

But this made Murong Qiao unhappy.

Seeing that Huo Yichen didn't want to look at herself, she pursed her lips and was about to lean over to look at each other.

"Qiaoqiao......" Huo Yichen called her helplessly.

But Murong Qiao was rebellious at this time, and he had to look at Huo Yichen, seeing that the other party had been avoiding him, he was so angry that he pulled his collar and turned over and pressed it, and he switched positions with Huo Yichen.

She rode on Huo Yichen condescendingly, very satisfied with her overlooking angle, and finally saw the helpless look on Huo Yichen's face.

In this way, it has become Huo Yichen's sweet torture.

The fair-skinned and hot body pressed against his waist and abdomen, looking at Murong Qiao, who was only wearing a base strap as a lining, staggering, Huo Yichen had to restrain his hand on the other party's waist and not let her fall.

But the soft touch from his hand made his attention drift over, making Huo Yichen feel a headache even more.

"You're drunk Jojo." Huo Yichen reminded her that he was trying to awaken the sanity of a drunken man.

If he could have said that he could have restrained himself just now, but now in such intimate contact, Huo Yichen felt his body restless, and he really didn't have confidence in himself.

Murong Qiao twisted his eyebrows and refuted him seriously. "I'm drinking juice, I'm not drunk."

"I'm not drunk." Murong Qiao emphasized again.

She leaned down and took the initiative to kiss Huo Yichen.

When he got closer, the taste of the fruit wine was extraordinarily sweet and rich, with a bit of mellow aroma and bewilderment, slowly enveloping Huo Yichen, trying to let him taste it together.

After drinking, Murong Qiao was extremely bold, and even dared to tease him, and even squinted happily at him.

Huo Yichen's breathing suddenly became heavy, and the hand that had fallen on his waist with restraint raised his fingertips and moved up a little.

At this moment, the bedroom seems to be filled with ambiguity, and the slightest breath is hot, and even the thoughts in the body are restless.

The thread called reason in Huo Yichen's mind was tense, and he was teased almost every moment.

Just when he felt that the thread was about to break, the mobile phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrate, hooking Huo Yichen's thoughts that he was about to go out of line.

Hearing that the ringtone was a call, Huo Yichen breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to get up to get it, when he saw Murong Qiao take the mobile phone and reach out and swipe it to end the disturbing ringtone.

"It's annoying." Murong Qiao hung up without even looking at it.

She put her hands across Huo Yichen's chest, and looked at the other party's collarbone in a lying posture, and suddenly felt that it was particularly beautiful, so she bit it.

The bite was a bit heavy, Huo Yichen felt the pain in his chest, but he didn't frown, but protected the other party from letting people tilt their bodies so that they could be planted under the bed.

As a result, after this time, there was no movement.

After feeling that Murong Qiao, who was lying on top of him, suddenly became extremely quiet, Huo Yichen looked down and found that the other party was asleep, and then he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's okay to sleep.

Fortunately, nothing really happened, looking at Murong Qiao who was falling asleep, Huo Yichen finally breathed a sigh of relief and ended the night with difficulty.

After being tossed like this, Huo Yichen didn't have the energy to do anything else, so after settling Murong Qiao, he also slept next to him, so as to watch people all the time to avoid some further situations.

The night was getting deeper, and the clock was approaching twelve.

Except for Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen, who left early and returned to the room, the others would have eaten and were almost ready to sleep.

Alcohol has a great charm and can even disturb the biological clock to which people are already accustomed.

Waiting until the next morning, Murong Qiao was attacked by a hangover headache when he opened his eyes, and his whole person was blinded.

She glanced blankly at the time that the clock had already shown that it was twelve o'clock, and for a moment she didn't know what year it was.

After a long while, the gradually waking brain finally sorted out its thoughts, allowing Murong Qiao to wake up and at the same time, it also evoked the memories of last night.

"Hiss-" Murong Qiao took a breath of cold air, and suddenly felt that he was dying to the point of exploding.

Thinking of what she had done last night that was extraordinarily bold and suffocating to her, Murong Qiao suddenly felt her face burn.

The point is that she doesn't want to remember it at all, but the images in her mind are like playing them in turn, reminding herself all the time of what good things she has done.

"Awake?" Huo Yichen gently pushed the door in, and found that she was a little more casual after waking up.

Then seeing Murong Qiao covering his head, Huo Yichen frowned and put the hot milk in her hand.

"Headache? Or is there something uncomfortable? ”

Huo Yichen sat next to her with no peace of mind, "I don't know who bought the wine last night, maybe I took it wrong." ”

"It's okay, it's okay." Murong Qiao's head shook like a rattle.

The other protagonist of last night sat in front of him, and Murong Qiao didn't have the courage to say what he had just thought about.

"I took a leave of absence from the show, don't worry." Huo Yichen added.

was drunk like that last night, Huo Yichen didn't plan to get up to record the show, and sent a message directly to Yuan Qing.

No wonder she didn't wake up until twelve o'clock......

Murong Qiao stretched out his hand and wanted to rub the corners of his forehead, but this move was taken over by Huo Yichen first.

Huo Yichen rubbed her forehead with a serious face, "If you feel uncomfortable, lie down obediently, you don't need us for today's program recording." ”

"I'll go to the living room to deal with the company's affairs later, and call me if I need anything."

After Huo Yichen finished speaking, he rubbed the corners of Murong Qiao's forehead for a while, and after making sure that she was not uncomfortable, he went to the living room.

I have to admit that Huo Yichen's departure made her relax a little.

Murong Qiao was still a little immersed in the embarrassment of last night, but his thoughts were interrupted by the sudden ringing of the phone.

It was Jiang's belated call.

(End of chapter)