Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

So hot……

My throat feels so dry that it seems to be smoking...

Ruan Ruan subconsciously slapped him, and a shallow wrinkle appeared between her eyebrows. When her pink and white fingers finally landed on him, they were so light and fluttery. She was so drunk that her whole body was weak and she couldn't exert any strength.

Under her palm was his hair. Ruan Ruan pulled it loosely at first, but suddenly she groaned in pain and clenched her fists.

He actually bit her!
It didn't hurt very much, and he was careful to hold back his strength. Song Qiyuan pressed against her muffled smile, and traced the mark with his lips and tongue again, sticky and sticky. He suddenly raised his head, and his slightly hoarse voice was also sweet and nasal, "I almost forgot about the wedding wine."

He sat up, untied her hands that were grasping his hair, and left to get the wine.

Ruan Ruan was still a little dizzy, her heart was beating fast, she lay on the bed as if her bones were melting, her clothes were disheveled, she tried to prop herself up, but the man who brought back the wine held her by the shoulder, stared at her and slowly pushed her down, with his other hand holding a gourd-shaped container, he said in a hoarse voice, "I'll help you."

But he did not let her get up, but drank it himself and bent down to drink the wine with her.

The strong liquor went into her mouth, but the choking intention was blocked by her lips, and the two breaths were inseparable. The gourd bowl in her hand fell on the mattress, and the remaining liquor spilled, soaking the wedding dress. The strong liquor that invaded her body seemed to paralyze her nerves inch by inch, and also brought a bit of illusion of suffocation.

Ruan Ruan closed her eyes, tears hanging on her thick and long eyelashes, which were trembling violently.

I am becoming more and more confused.

Song Qiyuan let go of her a little. Ruan Ruan opened her mouth and eagerly grabbed the air. Her big eyes, which used to be bright and clear, were now misty and filled with tears. Her whole face was red, and even the rouge couldn't cover it. She didn't know if she was drunk or holding it in. She looked so pitiful.

Song Qiyuan stroked her hair, his breathing a little unstable, "Are you okay?"

Before Ruan Ruan could respond to him, Song Qiyuan's fingertips pressed hard against the corners of her eyes, taking away a hint of moisture. "Come back to your senses..."

The almost rough force did not bring back her consciousness. Her eyes were full of drunkenness, as if she could not recognize anyone at all. He held her face with regret. Did he feed her too much? He should have fed her less... He did not like a puppet that could only be manipulated.

The action did not stop, slowly removing all the obstructions...

……

Ruan Ruan was lying on the bed as if she was fast asleep, with her messy hair covering her face. Half of her face was pressed against a corner of the quilt, leaving a mark. Her cheeks were flushed, showing a cute look that was completely different from when she woke up.

In the middle of the night, Song Qiyuan pushed her awake, stared into her eyes for a while, and pulled her up after confirming something... Perhaps she was still a little slow, Ruan Ruan was in a rare good temper and did not try to scratch his face. Only once, after a little gratification, Song Qiyuan picked up the small notebook that was thrown on the ground with her in his arms, carried her to the table to sit down, and personally handed the pen to her hand to hold tightly, and actually began to interrogate her.

What kind of abnormal behavior is this? ! It's simply sick! !

He leaned closer, resting his chin on her neck, and asked with curved eyes, "Is it difficult to answer?"

Ruan Ruan sat on her, her hand holding the pen trembling, her eyes reddened, beads of sweat on her face from endurance. She wrote down her identity and why she ran away with her valuables that day, and told him, of course, it was a lie.

Anyway, I don't know whether it is true or not, and what he wrote is just hasty.

However, he could easily see through all her lies, and kept forcing her to add more information bit by bit. Ruan Ruan could not stand the torture and let him tell her everything.

Song Qiyuan withdrew his gaze from above with satisfaction and rubbed her stickyly, "You are so dishonest. I don't want to use any special means..."

She was carried back to the bed limply, not wanting to move a finger. She was not allowed to sleep. (End of this chapter)