Shen Ziluo raised his hand and stroked the side of her face, and his tone was as intimate as a conversation between lovers, "Are you really drunk?"

Luo Xiaozhuang was clinging to his slightly cool lips, and looked at it fixedly. The kiss was messy, but it hooked the sky and the earth.

In the soft moonlight, men and women standing in front of the deck railing hugged and kissed.

The wind and moon are boundless, the tenderness is infinite, and the charm is overflowing.

Shen Ziluo left her lips, lowered her eyes to look at the slightly red and swollen lips that were kissed, and her chest rose and fell with a slightly rapid gasp. There was an unknown temperature in her body slowly rising, and her thoughts were even more disturbed by the night wind, and she clasped her hands on his shoulders, but she didn't know what to do.

It's like a cat at a loss, sticky and coquettish.

Shen Ziluo carried her all the way into the room, turned around and closed the door, pressed her and kissed her violently on the back of the door!

Like a ravaging kiss without leaving tenderness, the hand went all the way down her collarbone to untie her restraints, losing the cover of her clothes, the sudden loss of temperature made her feel trembling, closer to the warmth in front of her, she gradually began to respond, the little hand also followed his example and slowly stroked his shoulder blades, fingers inflexible unfastening his shirt.

He seemed to be patient, and lay down on the bed with her in his arms.

With his hands on the side of her face, he lowered his head and began to kiss her eyebrows, eyes, bridge of nose, tip of nose, mouth, jaw, neck, collarbone......

The chaotic mind became uncontrollable, the body was no longer dominated by the brain, and the feeling of sinking was enjoyed, and small moans and gasps overflowed from the lips and filled the room in a low and soft manner.

...... I was the dividing line that woke up naturally the next morning......

Sensing that the mobile phone under the pillow kept vibrating, destroying her sleep quality, Luo Xiaozhuang was extremely reluctant to get up to answer the phone.

"Hey—"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was startled, Luo Xiaozhuang covered his throat, and felt that his throat was sore and saliva.

"Poof-Xiaoxiao, you shouldn't be overindulgent, right?" Lin Hanjun's flat and energetic voice came clearly through the radio waves.

“......”

Lin Hanjun, who didn't get the denial, was even more energetic, and his voice raised more than one tone, "I said, although the people who went were all □□ men, but Xiaoxiao, how can you be so hungry and thirsty? As a female part-time writer, a female will secrete a lot of hormones in the face of a large number of perfect and handsome males, but you can't be carried away by hormones!"

Listening to the chatter that lasted for an hour, Luo Xiaozhuang's brain was buzzing, and he glanced at his mobile phone and hung up decisively.

The phone screen shows 11 p.m.

Turning his head to look around, it was still the bedroom of Mr. Twenty Dollars on a luxury cruise ship.

A qiē is very good, there is nothing wrong.

But-

Luo Xiaozhuang covered her face with her hands and looked at the top and pants that were thrown away, and through her fingers, she saw her panties hanging on the corner of the bed.

Lifting the quilt covering his body, in addition to the clear kiss marks on his neck, there are dense bruises on his body......

Last night...... How crazy is it?

She, she, her, Luo Xiaozhuang, a fourth-year student and part-time writer in the Chinese department of A University, inexplicably attended a banquet, and then inexplicably justfht with a spring white snow???