In the dark, Song Jingyu vaguely felt that the door was opened.

Before his brain could react, his whole body jumped up from the sofa first, and the man at the door was only slightly stunned, and there was not much surprise.

"Why don't you turn on the lights?"

"Asleep."

Her mind is not very clear, most of it is the alcohol in her stomach, which is only enough to subconsciously respond to his words.

Zhou Fusheng casually changed the warm light and walked in, his eyes turned around the room, and finally landed on the empty wine bottle that had not been cleaned up in front of the table, and his tone was cold: "How much did you drink again?" ”

Song Jingyu took the initiative to hook his arm, stretched out a white finger and shook it in front of him, and asked with a smile: "Are you concerned about me?" ”

Zhou Fusheng quietly broke away from her hand and looked at her condescendingly, "I should go." ”

"It's so late......" Song Jingyu subconsciously tightened his arm, and her tone was ambiguous.

Seeing that he didn't react, Song Jingyu pulled him into the sofa, straddled his lap, and wrapped her hands tightly around his neck, but Zhou Fusheng just silently looked at her with cold eyes.

"Even if you're really a piece of wood, you can't be unaware of what I mean."

She leaned her face over to meet his gaze, and in his dark and beautiful pupils, Song Jingyu saw her own reflection.

Zhou Fusheng looked at her with a secretive look, in the dim light, his eyes seemed to have a warm light, but this person was cold.

After a long silence, he spoke, his tone so cold that he was about to freeze: "Want me? ”

"What do you say?" Song Jingyu suddenly approached, narrowed the distance between the two, lowered her body and bit his lip lightly, "Could it be that I didn't show it well enough?" ”

Zhou Fusheng didn't answer, his eyes darkened, and when her fingers moved down and fumbled for the button of his shirt, he grabbed her restless hand.

In an instant, she only felt that the breath of interaction was hot and hot.

She smiled, put her hand on his shoulder, and kissed the dragonfly, like a temptation, which successfully aroused Zhou Fusheng's interest.

He raised his eyebrows lightly, and one hand held the back of her neck to deepen the kiss.

The heavy smell of wine mixed with the woody fragrance on his body, exuding a warm and ambiguous atmosphere in the cramped space.

In the middle of the night, Song Jingyu was kissed and collapsed in Zhou Fusheng's arms.

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Fusheng pinched her waist lightly, raised his eyebrows and looked at her, as if he was teasing her for being lustful but not daring enough.

She closed her eyes, trying to erase memories that shouldn't be in her mind.

After a moment, she hooked his neck again, raised her slightly misty eyes, and said with a smile: "What else, of course it is for you...... Go on. ”

Zhou Fusheng raised his finger and gently wiped the lipstick between her lips, but it was as she wished, and the lazy voice immediately sounded in her ears: "Okay, continue." ”

The tone of the sentence was flat, but it caused Song Jingyu's body to tremble, she suddenly remembered the phone call a few days ago, if it wasn't for Zhou Yu's little lover who took the initiative to find the door, I'm afraid she wouldn't have found out until now, let alone the man in front of her.

I don't even know his name.

Song Jingyu pulled out a wry smile, and when it was over, Zhou Fusheng went to take a shower, and she sat on the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette.

There was a ringing in her ears, her eyes swept away, and sure enough, she caught a glimpse of the glaring name on the phone screen, she sneered, and smoked the cigarette slowly before remembering to answer.

Zhou Yu's abuse immediately came from the other end of the phone: "Song Jingyu! Where are you? I hate you! ”