Song Jingyu shrugged, raised her head, and stared at her face covered by heavy makeup in the reflector, "Yes, I'm drunk again, are you going to pick me up?" ”

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

In fact, she had already guessed that Zhou Fusheng was not so patient.

But she's happy to wait.

This dead silence lasted for five minutes before the sound of squirming came from the phone intermittently.

"Zhou Fusheng, are you coming? What does it mean to play dead and not speak? ”

Song Jingyu pretended to be angry, reached out and touched her bag, took out a cigarette case, and took out a cigarette and put it in her mouth.

"Where?" He asked, in a slightly languid tone.

The rustling sound has not stopped while talking, and it is mixed with the sound of electricity, which is slightly noisy.

Song Jingyu lowered the voice of the earpiece, opened the bag to find the lighter, and replied to him teasingly: "What are you doing?" You're going to pick me up? If not, you don't have to ......."

She looked up and froze.

After a while, he realized that it was Zhou Fusheng standing outside.

Standing under the dim street lamp, a long shadow was drawn on the ground.

He put his coat in his hand and held his phone in the other hand to talk to her, and whenever she saw his cold face, she always unconsciously remembered the smell of woody perfume.

Very light taste, not pungent.

But it is deeply imprinted in her memory.

Zhou Fusheng sat in the passenger seat, and just as he was about to fasten his seat belt, Song Jingyu suddenly leaned over.

He took a deep breath against his neck.

Zhou Fusheng leaned down cooperatively, his fingers touching the strands of her hair, intentionally or unintentionally.

It was only after a while that she peeked out of her buried neck socket that a pair of eyes appeared.

Long eyelashes fluttered, sweeping the skin around his neck without a match.

Suddenly, Zhou Fusheng's Adam's apple rolled.

Song Jingyu, who was looking at him at close range, was in full view, she reached out and stroked his Adam's apple, gloating: "What do you want to do?" ”

He stared into her eyes and only faintly spat out one word: "You." ”

This word somehow hit her laughter, and Song Jingyu immediately pushed him away and laughed.

The distance between the two suddenly widened.

Zhou Fusheng didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief.

The calf was tightly hooked by Song Jingyu's legs.

The other leg quickly straddled one of his legs, slowly pushing his knees away, staring at him condescendingly, in a gesture that was both seductive and arrogant.

She could clearly feel his breathing getting heavier.

He simply leaned over and looked at his dark eyes like a sea of stars.

In the dim environment, these eyes are full of seduction.

Song Jingyu's hand went around his eyes, and he traced the contours of his eyes with his fingers, and the crispy and numb feeling was a torture for him at this moment.

Zhou Fusheng turned his head and dodged a kiss that should have fallen on his lips.

Her hand shuttled behind her without Song Jingyu noticing, and through a thin layer of clothing, the burning heat of her palm instantly stained her waist like a fire.

"Zhou Fusheng." She called him.

The two looked at each other at this time.

As if triggering some kind of switch, her eyes sank, and she held his face and kissed it.

A burning gaze wandered all over her body.

His inner thoughts seemed to have nowhere to hide before his eyes.

Zhou Fusheng was kissed so that his breath was disordered, his body pressed down, and reflexively pressed her legs against his waist, trying to tear off her skirt.

But as soon as his fingers touched, she grabbed his wrist.

In her dark eyes, there was a dark glow of sarcasm, and she slowly pushed his hand back, "How can you promise me?" Right now, let me wrap you up. ”