I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

After speaking, he came closer again and gently rubbed her hair with the bridge of his nose.

Ginger Chacha's fingers are bent into chicken feet.

She could feel the strong smell of alcohol in his mouth, and his warm breath sprayed on her skin, so hot that she wanted to hit the ceiling and fly out of here as soon as possible to escape.

Forget about the latter sentence, especially when he said "sister" in front of it, which was a little bit weak and coquettish. For any girl, the lethality is undoubtedly invincible.

Her fingers were still wrapped around him.

After drinking, his body temperature was also extremely high.

Jiang Chacha subconsciously retracted her fingers.

She turned her head and looked at him silently.

The first time she encountered this situation, her face darkened and her eyelids twitched.

She strongly resisted the urge to hit him.

She tried to speak calmly to a drunk.

So she took a deep breath and spoke.

"you're drunk."

Cheng Hao stopped when he smelled the fragrance of her hair, and stared at her obediently.

His eyes are very beautiful, as if they have been washed by spring water, and the mysterious lines of the amber pupils can be seen clearly. His eyes are no different from the last star bestowed by God in the world. They are pure and amazing.

He seems to be a bit obedient?
That's just a little bit.

If you ignore his actions just now——

Jiang Chacha was silent. Is this Cheng Jiaojiao after she got drunk?

Seeing his quiet expression is really a bit of a thing.

So she looked at him with a little more scrutiny.

He's not pretending to be good, even when he's drunk, is he?

Not sure, just take a look.

Jiang Chacha moved to the left and silently opened the distance between the two of them. She looked at him again and asked again: "Cheng Hao, are you drunk?"

The young man in front of him seemed drunk, but after drinking, there was a child's innocence in his eyes, and there was a dark color under them, which was not so pure.

This made her unable to tell whether he was drunk or not.

Jiang Chacha's eyebrows frowned even deeper.

Cheng Hao stared at her for a while, as if he was seriously thinking about her question just now, and finally those moist and beautiful eyes focused on her again.

"I'm not drunk."

And the tone of his speech seemed to be normal, serious and sober.

Jiang Chacha felt like her eyelids were dancing.

Being looked at by his eyes, his pupils were so beautiful that it took her breath away.There is a feeling that I am his precious treasure, and I am so focused that I am held on the tip of his heart.

Jiang Chacha snorted coldly.

She didn't believe that he wasn't drunk.

She thought about it carefully.

It looked like he was really drunk.

Because Cheng Hao hates her so much, under normal circumstances, when he is sober, he would never be so clingy to her.

Well, unless he's crazy.

Jiang Chacha stood up, she wanted to go outside and call someone over to sober up this precious young master.

As a result, just after her butt left for a while, she was held by someone and couldn't get away.

Turning his head to look, he saw two fair fingers clutching the sleeves of his suit.

He held onto her tightly, pinching her sleeves very hard, causing deep wrinkles on her sleeves. While holding onto her, he frowned slightly, and looked at her with puzzled eyes. Happy, he bit his lip.

It's like a child throwing a temper tantrum, but he can't bear it.

Seeing Cheng Hao like this, Jiang Chacha's heart softened for no reason.

However, she never expected that this was just a false appearance.

At the moment when she was in a trance, Cheng Hao tightened his grip on her wrist, and pressed her back on the piano bench.

Maybe it's the volatilization of alcohol, maybe it's because he's lost in love, maybe it's the fragrance on her body that draws him, and he really wants to hug her now.

Thinking of this, his hands had already unconsciously wrapped around her waist, and the bridge of his superior nose was close again, smelling the fragrance of her hair.

The bridge of his nose touched her ear again, and he lowered his eyes. For a moment, he seemed to be biting her ear lightly.

His eyes are clearly pure, but the voice that comes out of her throat is low and hoarse, innocent and well-behaved appearance, but what is said is a teenager's naked possessiveness and desire, "Sister, stay with me."

His eyes reflected her shadow.