Obviously, Song Qing at this time was shocked by Zhao Cheng's actions just now.

Enduring the sound of his heartbeat being too fast, Song Qing bent down and approached Zhao Cheng and asked in a low voice.

"Third master, are you sure you're really okay?"

It's so abnormal, I should really be drunk.

Thinking of this, Song lightly pointed to himself and asked in a low voice, "Or, do you still recognize who I am?" ”

The reason why Song Qing wanted to confirm whether he was really drunk was that she had seen a lot of what people were like when he was drunk.

So it's really never been seen that someone like the third master has drunk so much wine and can be so calm and calm and maintain a deep appearance.

Zhao Cheng frowned slightly, looking at the people dangling in front of him, he only felt even more dizzy.

Accurately reached out and clasped her waist, and dragged the person into his arms when Song Qing didn't react.

"it!"

Song Qing was vigorously taken and sat directly in his arms. The strong smell of wine came to his face, and Song Qing felt that he was about to be smoked to death by the smell of wine on the third master's body. If you can drink, you won't feel anything, but if you can't drink, you won't feel very comfortable smelling it.

"You, scare me."

Speaking of which, Song Qing felt that his subordinates were very strong.

Looking at her hand, her hand was placed on the third master's chest. lowered his head unnaturally, although he was the person he liked, but he was so close all of a sudden, Song Qing was still very uncomfortable.

"Well, it's getting dark, or we'd better go back to the manor for a night's rest first, and go back to the city tomorrow morning." Song said lightly with his hands on his shoulders, trying to get up from his arms with strength.

Motionless!

Can't get up.

Feeling that the hand imprisoned on his waist had no intention of letting go, Song Qing had a helpless face. It's just bullying her for her small strength and great physical strength.

Now Song Qing has been able to determine that the third master is really drunk.

"Big guy, you should let it go and let me get up first."

This man's hand strength is too great, and Song Qing can't move when he is held by him like this.

Let go?

He didn't.

The subordinates hugged a little tighter, Zhao Cheng leaned close to Song Qing, rubbed her ear, and then leaned his head on her neck.

"Be good, my lord loves you."

The man's voice in his ears is low and sexy, gentle but unquestionably domineering.

This? What is this?

What the hell did he drink? Are you sure this is really the third master? Not possessed by something unclean?

Help me!

The third master, he is not normal.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Zhao Cheng's voice in his ears.

"You're so soft."

It's so fragrant, too.

This was the only bit of consciousness that Zhao Cheng had left at this time.

Smelling the faint fragrance on her body, Zhao Cheng's subordinates instinctively hugged the person into his arms a little tighter? Rub it even more against the neck that exudes a faint fragrance.

"You? Don't do that. ”

Feeling his approach, Song Qing reached out and tried to push him away, but? Her little strength didn't work at all in Zhao Cheng's arms.

"That? You're drunk, can you let me go first. ”

"No ......"

Zhao Cheng approached Song Qing's cheek and lightly pressed her cheek on the ground and said, "Me? Not drunk. ”

"Yes, yes, brother, you're not drunk, am I drunk? You'd better let me go. Song Qing wanted to cry without tears.

This is starting to take advantage of a serious situation, and you still say that you are not drunk? This is already drunk and can't find the north, okay?

So close, the strong smell of alcohol and the smell of his body completely surrounded her. Song Qing only felt that he was almost unable to breathe. Sure enough, people who are drunk will not admit that they are drunk.

Smelling the faint fragrance on Song Qing's body, Zhao Cheng rubbed her ear and moved her lips to her neck to lick and kiss gently.

"Three...... Third Master. ”

Song Qing's body trembled, and his mind was blank for a moment? The only thing his men could do was tug at his sleeve.

He, what is he doing here?

Song Qing's body couldn't help but tremble slightly, only to feel that his body couldn't exert his strength. Having never experienced anything like this, she was obviously really overwhelmed now.

Zhao Cheng's subordinates let go a little, and Song Qing came back to his senses and wanted to hold him up when he let go. But before she got up, she felt her body tilt? The third master had already leaned down and kissed the corner of her lips.

"Hmm......"

The world seemed to be quiet at this moment? And Song Qing felt as if there were countless camellias in his head at the moment.

Didn't drink yet? But Song Qing was now dizzy from the strong smell of wine.

There was a pain in his lips, and Song Qing was awake.

Obviously? The third master should be ignorant of this aspect? Not even a kiss.

Where is this kiss, this is his instinctive bite.

It really hurts.

But? Thinking that he wouldn't, Song Qing was also a little happy.

He has never kissed anyone else.

And what about after that? Will he kiss others like this?

Thinking that he would hold another woman like this in the future, Song Qing only felt jealous in an instant, and his heart hurt a little.

No.

She didn't want him to hug others like this, and she didn't want him to kiss other women like this.

Song Qing raised her hand to wrap her arms around Zhao Cheng's neck, although she couldn't either, but she had always seen pigs run. Thinking about the comic scenes and plots I had seen, I slowly closed my eyes.

The moonlight was like water, dyeing this piece of night with a layer of silvery white

On the grass full of wildflowers, Song was confined to the grass above her head, and her petite figure had been covered by the tall body of the third master.

Seeing that the third master had no intention of stopping, Song Qing was really anxious. She didn't want to use the sky as a bed and the earth as a bed on a day like today. Thinking of this, Song turned his head to look at the grave of the third master's parents not far away, and wanted to cry a little.

"Third master, you are sober."

"I ...... I don't want that. ”

"Hmm......"

Maybe he was too nervous, Song Qing's tears couldn't help but slide.

"You can't bully me like that."

The choked voice made Zhao Cheng stunned and sobered up a little.

"Why are you crying?"

Zhao Cheng's fingers caressed Song Qing's cheek, reached out to hold her hand and put it to his lips and kissed it.

"Be nice, I'll give you whatever you want."

Feeling his closeness and flattery, Song Qing's whole person was not good.

Since they met, the third master has been cold and noble, serious and deep, and he can be calm and calm at any time.

So, it's an illusion, isn't it? Or rather, I haven't woken up yet.

Otherwise, why could the third master say such gentle and coaxing words in such a low and serious voice.

Although he knew that he was drunk, Song Qing was still provoked by him.

Thinking of what he just said, Song glanced at him with a hot face, and complained very unceremoniously.

"I want the stars in the sky, the moon, you pick it for me."

If you can pick it, then there will be ghosts.

Zhao Cheng nodded in response after hearing this.

"Okay, I'll pick it for you."

“……”

Song was speechless.

"You're really drunk, you're going to pick stars for me, so obedient."

"Hmm!" Zhao Cheng answered, lay sideways beside Song Qing, and reached out to hug the person into his arms.

"Definitely picked."

And then there was no then.

Because he's asleep!