With that, he approached again and gently rubbed the bridge of his nose against her hair.

Jiang Chacha's fingers are about to be bent into chicken feet.

She could feel the smell of wine in his mouth, his warm breath spraying on her skin, burning her headlong into the ceiling and flying out of here.

Forget the latter sentence, especially when he also pronounced "sister" in front of him, with a bit of weakness and coquettishness, for any girl, the lethality is undoubtedly invincible.

Her fingers were still wrapped around him.

After drinking, his body temperature was also unusually high.

Jiang Chacha subconsciously retracted his fingers.

She turned her head and looked at him silently.

The first time she encountered this situation, her face darkened and her eyelids jumped.

She resisted the urge to hit him.

She tried to speak calmly to a drunk.

So she took a deep breath and spoke.

"You're drunk."

Cheng Ma's movements of smelling the scent of her hair stopped and stared at her intently and obediently.

His eyes were beautiful, as if they had been cleaned by a spring, and the mysterious lines of his amber pupils seemed to be clear, and his eyes were like the last star that God had given to the world, shining pure and stunning.

He, seems to be a bit well-behaved?

That's just a little bit.

If you ignore what he just did—

Jiang Chacha was silent, is this Cheng Jiaojiao after being drunk?

Seeing his quiet expression, it really looked a little bit like it.

So she looked at him a little more scrutiny.

He's not pretending to be good, even when he's drunk, right?

Not sure, let's take a look.

Jiang Chacha moved to the left, silently widening the distance between the two, she looked at him again, and asked again: "Cheng Mao, are you drunk?" ”

The young man in front of him seemed to be drunk but not drunk, and after drinking, his eyes had the innocence of a child, and there was a dark color floating under them, which was not so pure.

It made her wonder if he was drunk or not.

Jiang Cha Cha's brows furrowed even deeper.

Cheng Ma stared at her for a while, as if he was seriously thinking about the question she had just asked, and finally his moist and beautiful eyes stared at her again.

"I'm not drunk."

And the tone of his voice sounded normal, serious, and sober.

Jiang Chacha felt like her eyelids were jumping.

Looked at by his eyes, his eyes were so beautiful that she breathed. There is a feeling that he is his precious treasure, and he is so focused that he is holding it on the tip of his heart.

Jiang Cha snorted coldly.

He wasn't drunk, so she didn't believe it.

She thought about it for a moment.

Looks like he's really drunk.

Because Cheng Chen hates her so much, under normal circumstances, when he is sober, he will never be so clingy to her.

Well, unless he's crazy.

Jiang Chacha stood up, she wanted to go outside and call someone over to sober up this precious young master.

As a result, as soon as her butt left for a while, she was grabbed by someone and couldn't get out.

When I turned my head, I saw two white fingers clutching the sleeves of my suit.

He grabbed it tightly, pinched it very hard, her sleeve was deeply folded by him, he grabbed it, and frowned lightly, a pair of eyes looked at her in confusion, Xu was not happy, and he bit his lip.

It's like a child throwing a tantrum, but he can't bear it.

Seeing such a Cheng Ma, Jiang Chacha inexplicably softened his heart.

However, she never expected that this was just a false appearance.

At the moment when she was distracted, Cheng Chen grabbed her wrist and pressed her back on the piano bench.

Xu is the volatilization of alcohol, Xu is his confusion, Xu is the fragrance of her body that pulls him, and he wants to hug her now.

Thinking like this, his hand had already unconsciously wrapped around her waist, and the superior bridge of his nose was close again, sniffing the fragrance of her hair.

The bridge of his nose was pressed against her ear again, and he lowered his eyes, and for a moment, he seemed to be gently gnawing on her ear.

His eyes were obviously pure, but the voice in her ear and throat was hoarse, innocent and well-behaved, but in his words was the naked possessiveness and desire of a young man, "Sister, accompany me." ”

His eyes reflected her shadow.