Sunlight spreads generously on the slopes, and the porcelain white color illuminates the curtains by the refraction of crystals.

Wen Yingheng woke up quietly, and there was a pain in his neck.

The slight feeling of coolness on the bare skin in the air made Professor Wen subconsciously want to pull the quilt, but it was only with this stretch of his hand that he realized that something was wrong.

His hand...... How was it tied together by a tie.

Looking down, it was Yoo Jimin who buried his head in his collarbone, and the action of getting up seemed to disturb the girl's sweet dream, and the plain Yoo Jimin arched his nose with a "hum", and then wrapped his hands around Moon Youngheng's neck, continuing the unfinished dream.

"Whew...... Don't you move ......"

Well, this dream doesn't have to be a serious dream.

So what the hell did both of them do last night?

The girl breathed with her mouth slightly open, and the exhaled breath spread along her collarbone to her ribcage, like a feather scratching her skin.

There is a feeling of rattling in the chest, and if you smell it closely, you can smell a faint aroma of wine - this is completely Yoo Jimin's strange fetish.

This strange itching sensation made Wen Yingheng's thoughts seem to go back to last night, and the story starts with the bottle of red wine last night.

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"It's not so much the atmosphere...... It's better to drink alcohol to strengthen your courage. ”

Yoo Jimin's eyes were a little more determined, and after pouring the red wine into the decanter, the girl carefully placed the dinner brought by the waiter on the table.

Wen Yingheng cooperated with the lighting of the candle, moving slowly and logically, as if he was deliberately slowing down the rhythm.

Now that things have developed, there is a feeling that the arrow is on the bow and has to be sent.

If you twist and pinch it again, it's really a bit hypocritical, right? No one Yoo Jimin is as restrained as Moon Young-heng.

So after drinking a few glasses of red wine with Yoo Jimin, the boy cleared his throat and pretended to be calm: "Be brave, well, make it look like the two of us are not good people." ”

"Isn't it? Senior...... Is it really good that we do such things? ”

Yoo Jimin pursed his lips slightly, the corners of his lips rose slightly, and he didn't know when, his loose hair was tied into a high ponytail.

"When will I become a ...... for you" Wen Yingheng paused, suddenly reacted, and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The flame of the candle danced in the dimly lit restaurant, and the slight heat illuminated half of Yoo Jimin's cheeks, so that the heartwarming smile added a bit of playfulness.

The smiling eyes that narrowed her eyes were not so much a junior sister, but a little like a senior sister who was adjusting her younger brother.

At the moment when his eyes met, Wen Yingheng could feel the heat in Yoo Jimin's eyes, what kind of ...... He thought that Wen Yingheng would match his excitement.

In a panic, Wen Yingheng naturally picked up the wine glass on the table, but when the red wine was just in the mouth, the girl's hand gently grabbed the collar of Wen Yingheng's shirt.

Liu Zhimin stepped forward sideways and whispered in the boy's ear: "Senior, you have really become more and more unwell-behaved recently, there are so many girls around you...... It made me feel more and more uneasy. ”

As he spoke, he gently exhaled and stroked the boy's earlobe, as if by some magic, making every sip of red wine that Wen Yingheng drank intoxicating.

It's strange, obviously I only drank two or three glasses...... I feel like I'm going to lose control of my body.

The barefooted girl with the missing shirt holding a wine glass in her right hand and gently lifting his collar with her left hand, pushed him step by step towards the bedroom.

Isn't Yoo Jimin a good drinker? Why did you drink a few sips of red wine and your eyes look a little foggy?

"Aren't you the only one by my side? I won't...... Provoke girls from other classes. ”

"yes, then give me a little security." The voice that suddenly came down low had an irresistible charm.

Liu Zhimin found the shirt and tie that Wen Yingheng had taken off a long time ago from the pillow, wrapped it around his left hand as if playing, and then grabbed Wen Yingheng's hand and said, "Don't move...... obediently"

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In fact, from that moment on, Wen Yingheng had already realized that the situation was already developing in an uncontrollable direction......

At that time, he was also a little drunk, and he couldn't resist Liu Zhimin a little inexplicably, and he was completely following her thoughts.

A tie with an arm and a shirt drenched in red wine...... This gave Moon Young-heng a feeling that he had become a dish for Yoo Jimin to taste.

Perhaps because of his lack of experience, Yoo Jimin fell asleep because of continuous drinking when he reached the most critical part......

So Wen Yingheng, who was tied by Yoo Jimin with a tie, did not have the help of external forces, no matter how excited his body was...... It is also not possible to proceed to the next step.

After roughly recalling last night's experience in his mind, Wen Yingheng sighed with regret: "It's not entirely a bad thing, if it's really ...... in that state It's completely cheap Yoo Jimin. ”

But at least, the two have at least crossed the Kiss mark, haven't they?

The boy lowered his head without any burden and gently bit Yoo Jimin's slightly raised lip.

It's not the same as kissing, in addition to the softness of lip contact, there's also the pleasure of exploring and trying to be on the edge of danger.

The lips slowly moved upwards in the direction of the cheeks, and you could clearly feel the elasticity and moisture of the girl's cheeks.

"Didi ......"

After detecting a sharp increase in heart agitation, an inopportune chime came from the smartwatch.

Perhaps awakened by the prompt sound, Yoo Jimin opened his eyes slightly in the haze.

Just this time I opened my eyes, and countless memories re-screened in the girl's mind like a movie.

Yesterday...... What the hell is wrong with me? Her fair cheeks quickly turned crimson, and Wen Yingheng could feel the heat coming from the skin on her cheeks.

Through the thin nightdress, Yoo Jimin could also feel the heat from Moon Young-heng's body - it was a feeling that was a little scary, but people couldn't help but want to explore.

"Hmm...... That, don't press that over there......"

"I didn't press your hand......" Yoo Jimin glanced at Moon Youngheng's bound arm suspiciously, subconsciously looked down, and then ...... Her fair cheeks turned crimson.

"Day by day...... What the hell are you thinking? The girl puffed out her mouth slightly, and there was these strange tastes in her tone, and then vacated her position slightly, but she still did not rush to leave the bed, but leaned on Wen Yingheng's shoulder without hurry, and her fingers slid down her abdominal muscles: "Last night, we ......"

Liu Zhimin paused, his eyes were a little less ignorant when he just woke up, and a little more gentle and confident like water: "In short, I will be responsible for you." ”