The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 500 Hush, now is the moment of death (46)

Aunt Jiang raised her eyebrows, and couldn't help looking over, but saw the other party's dark blue pupils stained with mist, confused and unclear, pitiful.

The tips of the ears were dyed crimson, and the Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

He didn't even seem to understand why he was doing this.

Aunt Jiang narrowed her eyes.

He didn't say anything, and it seemed like he said everything.

But Aunt Jiang was not interested in lingering with an unconscious drunk. After pinching the tip of his red ears, Aunt Jiang patted his head and lazily got up: "If you don't eat, go to sleep, drunk."

Aunt Jiang stood up supporting his shoulders, and the young man sitting on the carpet looked at the girl's long snow-white legs after getting up, his eyes darkened.

Suddenly he raised his hand and grabbed her wrist.

Aunt Jiang didn't notice for a while, but he pulled her back again and sat down.

Before he could figure out the situation, a muffled hum came from his ear.

Aunt Jiang: "?"

She looked up almost subconsciously, and saw the young man's misty eyes glowing with erotic spring, dark, a little uncomfortable and painful, but also a little anxious and confused.

The young man's exposed long neck was already flushed from torture, his Adam's apple was rolling, his shallow chest was constantly heaving and breathing, and his mood swings were particularly obvious.

Aunt Jiang wanted to get up, but the arms wrapped around her waist were so strong that she couldn't break free at all.

"Want to hug?" she asked.

The other party looked at her in confusion.

Concubine Jiang was silent for a moment, gave up struggling, let him hold her, and leaned in his arms, continuing to enjoy the beer happily.

After eating and drinking, Aunt Jiang patted a drowsy drunk, who looked at her inexplicably, and subconsciously exerted force on the arm around her waist.

Aunt Jiang: "..."

In the end, Aunt Jiang used all her strength and sent him to the guest room and threw him on the bed.

Close the door, turn around and leave quickly.

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It was late at night, and there was a louder cicada chirping from the branches, and a round of bright moon hanging in the dark sky exuded bright light, covering the whole earth like a veil.

The moonlight penetrated through the gap in the window, and scattered on the light gray bed.

The space in the room is not very large, a 1.8-meter soft big bed already occupies more than half of the space, and there are some easels and tools for painting in the corners.

There is an incense stick on the bedside, it has a faint smell of lavender, which is not so pleasant.

A 1.8-meter bed is actually not too small, but for Chi Fei, a 1.9-meter tall person sleeps on a 1.8-meter bed, which is really a bit wronged.

Under the flickering moonlight, the young man's slender and thin body was curled up in one piece, and a large light gray soft quilt covered his body.

The faint scent of lavender on the bed made the sleeping young man frowned in displeasure.

Looking over, the young man was curled up in the quilt, turned slightly sideways, his delicate snow-white cheek unconsciously leaned against the light gray quilt, and rubbed against it.

The jet-black shattered hair brushed his eyebrows and eyes, and the bright red lips were slightly parted, delicate and harmless, as pretty as a beautiful doll.

He suddenly opened his eyes slowly with some discomfort. His dark blue pupils looked extremely dark in the dark and dim room, but his eyes were extremely dazed and puzzled.

The young man on the bed suddenly got up dully, smelled the smell of the room, he began to wrinkle his nose, as if he was very disgusted.

(End of this chapter)