Chapter 118: Want to Get Me Drunk?
Sheng Ting's eyelids were slightly constricted, and he couldn't avoid it, his eyes were so white that he was a little frivolous, and he looked at her like this with a little scattered laziness, not knowing what he was thinking.
The more she saw these private eyes from him, the more Chushuang felt that she was getting to know him again little by little.
A man with a thousand faces, he is not always cold and solemn or gentle and polite.
He is also the one who looks casually and aggressively like this.
Chu Shuang raised his eyebrows, as if he was not so afraid of him all of a sudden, and asked in a teasing tone: "The hair has been blown almost completely, what are you still wiping?" β
The corners of the man's lips pulled up a smile in his sight, his eyelashes naturally drooped slightly, his eyebrows were deep and hard, and he stared at the white and powdered face of the first frost, "You have a good amount of wine today." β
After digesting it for a few seconds, Chu Shuang slowly opened her lips, "So you deliberately indulged them to toast me?" β
Sheng Ting was silent, and Chu Shuang knew that she had guessed correctly.
"Want to get me drunk?" She squinted and pulled the towel out of his hand, "You've got a lot of eyes on your mind right now. β
Seeing her climb into bed, the man chuckled silently and turned into the bathroom.
When she came out, Chushuang was typing and chatting with someone, and he walked over and directly took the mobile phone in her hand and leaned over to press it.
"Hmm-I haven't returned to Yaoyao yet......"
The voice on his lips was muffled, his hands were pressed above his head, and his cheeks were bloodshot.
The light in the room is still on, although the warm light is turned on to protect her eyes, but she is psychologically ashamed, especially when she is wearing such a "dress" today.
The skirt that covered the root of the leg was lifted, and the waist socket of the first frost was itchy, and he couldn't hold back a soft snort in his throat.
This movement attracted the man's closer demand, and the atmosphere was so hot that it exploded, and he seemed to be particularly excited tonight.
"Hmm...... Lampβ"
"No matter." The man's voice was hoarse.
Sheng Ting touched the small box on the bedside table, and Chushuang blushed and didn't look at it.
When he kissed it again, the tip of the first frost's heart jumped.
In the next second, an abrupt bell rang in the silence.
It's Sheng Ting's mobile phone.
First frost's heartbeat rate, whispering: "Phone ......"
The man who wasn't going to care frowned, took a look, and slid away to answer, "Say!" β
Wei Yi listened to the tone of the person opposite, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "I don't know how to reply to sending you so many messages, remember the bureau where I celebrate my birthday tomorrow?" β
"That's what you mean?"
There was a sigh over there, "Aren't you afraid that your noble person will forget things, and bring your sister-in-law with you tomorrow." β
Sheng Ting pressed his temple, "Got it." β
Wei Yi also knew that this call should disturb other people's good things, and laughed, "Did I make the wrong call at the wrong time?" β
Sheng Ting lowered his eyes and pursed his lips without looking at his delicate beauty, lazily lifting his lips, "It's good that you know." β
Wei Yi smiled, "Okay, okay, don't disturb your husband and wife." β
Love is really ever-changing, how could he have imagined that Sheng Ting would have such a side a year ago.
Hanging up the phone, Sheng Ting turned on the mute of the phone and threw it aside, leaned over and kissed the charming person, "Tomorrow Wei Yize's birthday, let's go have fun together?" β
The man's breath was hot, and the first frost's eyelashes trembled, "...... Then you don't leave a trace. β
"What traces?"
"You know."
Sheng Ting chuckled, "Don't you have a good concealer?" β
The facial features of the person under him are delicate and fair, the red tight-fitting light gauze outlines the graceful figure, the collarbone is clear, the ups and downs are tempting, and the waist is pinched as tight as a length.
No man would be indifferent to such a picture.