When I arrived in country Y, the hotels were booked in advance. After checking in quickly, the two entered the hotel room together.

After a short rest, Song Shuyu was too tired and went to take a shower first.

Thanks to the fact that there are many flights to L City in Country Y, she has already changed into her nightdress after taking a shower.

An ankle-length white nightdress appeared in He Huaichi's line of sight.

The man's gaze wandered over her for a few seconds. Even if her body is a little tightly wrapped, but when I saw her in a wedding dress yesterday, I can imagine how charming the body under the nightdress is.

He Huaichi put down the wine glass in his hand and put it on the coffee table, got up and walked past her, and went to the bathroom, which should also be to take a bath.

Song Shuyu looked at the place where He Huaichi had sat just now.

A bottle of whiskey on the coffee table has been drunk a third of it.

When He Huaichi came out, he saw Song Shuyu sitting on the sofa, cross-legged, his laptop resting in the middle, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

One of her slap faces seemed to be oversized glasses, as if they had blocked half of her face.

Although Song Shuyu was born in a famous family and has no worries about food and clothing in this life, it does not mean that she does not love work. A third of the whiskey bottle on the side was left. This is Song Shuyu's work habit, and he must drink some wine to make himself more focused.

Maybe he was too serious about his work, so he didn't notice He Huaichi's arrival. Until he stood before himself and was half of the light.

A bony hand closed her computer.

Song Shuyu raised his eyes to look at him. The man just wrapped a bath towel around his waist, exposing his upper body. The muscles are beautiful in front of you, as if they are glowing.

When he lowered his head slightly, a cold light appeared above his head, showing that he was overly ascetic.

The distance is too close, so that the air is filled with a vague ambiguity.

Song Shuyu pushed the frame of the glasses and asked out loud, "Do you want to make up for the wedding night?" ”

The man simply took the computer in Song Shuyu's arms away, and put it on the coffee table softly, and a nice voice sounded, "No?" ”

A pair of amber eyes locked on her, deep eyes that seemed to drag her into an abyss.

Song Shuyu asked funny, "Are you serious?" I gave you green on your wedding night. ”

"Just try it."

He Huaichi reached out and took off her glasses, making her beautiful face without powder clearer.

Hands on her shoulders and lay her flat on the couch as if guiding her.

Because of the alcohol, it seemed that Song Shuyu's reaction was slowed down.

When she reacted, the neckline of the dress had slipped to the collarbone, and the slender neck was so white and tender.

Whether He Huaichi was intentional or unintentional, his fingertips brushed her collar and inevitably touched the skin of her collarbone, which made Song Shuyu's body tremble slightly.

Through the thin fabric, Song Shuyu marveled at the burning heat of his body at the moment.

She bit her lip, a kind of reluctance or indignation. This little expression was easily grasped by He Huaichi's deep eyes.

He Huaichi's palm had covered her ankle and moved up a little along the hem of her skirt.

"He Huaichi, have you treated Wang Ningxi like this?"

What a ruin did she say.

Sensing the hand covering her calf, He Huaichi's thin lips pressed against the side of her neck, and the place where the scorching breath sprayed was hot, "Is the man who accompanied you on the wedding night alive?" ”

The side of his neck was numb by him, and his whole body seemed to be soft. But she still looked up and asked with a smile, "Is this jealous?" ”

He Huaichi's breath brushed her ear very lightly, and his voice was hoarse, "Never underestimate a man's possessiveness. ”

"And the desire to win ......"