The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 257 Kissing and Kissing No.1 in History

The end of the new year is approaching, and the brothers of their family move around frequently, from young to young, a few days ago, King Yi was the host, and several princes had a day of drinking, singing, dancing and singing in King Yi's mansion.

Today is the game of Qian Wang, tomorrow, I am afraid there will be a game, but I don't know which prince is doing the game.

Fortunately, at this kind of dinner before, it was just brothers walking around, Tang Nineteen didn't need to make any formal couples with him, and he was at ease.

Qu Tiange smelled of alcohol, and the eggplant red robe looked a little strong in the plain winter day. When he smiled, the clothes seemed to bloom, but when he didn't smile, the clothes seemed a little more stable.

He is a natural clothes hanger, he seems to be able to handle any clothes with ease.

After he drank the wine, there was a slight smell of food in the faint smell of wine, and Tang Nineteen understood that he had probably eaten his dinner.

"You're here. Tang Qixi came this afternoon and said something. You must have come here for that."

There's no need to go around in circles, and it's not a bad thing. Tang Qixi is afraid that she will take credit, but in fact, with Qu Tiange's brain, he knows that "who" is responsible for this matter.

Qu Tiange sat down and poured himself a glass of water: "Have you used your dinner yet?"

"It's about to be used."

"Let Bi Tao bring it over, and I will eat some too."

He's not full yet, is he coming to eat?
Tang Nineteen did not object, and greeted the tea room: "Bitao, don't make tea, go to the kitchen to bring dinner, remember to prepare two sets of bowls and chopsticks."

Bi Tao took the order and went out.

Tang Nineteen filled another glass of water for Qu Tiange: "It seems that I drank a lot, I am very happy."

He raised his head, with a smile in his eyes, stretched out his hand to grab Tang Jiujiu's wrist, and pulled her into his arms with a light pull, sitting on his lap.

Tang Nineteen was caught off guard, panicked, and hugged his neck subconsciously. This action could be called a response.

When she was about to get up, his iron arm was firmly clamped around her waist, without any loosening.

"Sit."

Tang Nineteen's cheeks were flushed, "Are you drunk?"

"Not drunk, just happy."

"Oh, the smell of alcohol can suffocate me, and he said he wasn't drunk." She only thought he was drunk and struggling to get up.

His fingers suddenly exerted force on her waist.

"Qu Tiange, calm down." Tang Nineteen pulled his head away and reached out to hold Qu Tiange's face, trying to control his confusion.

He is already in love.

"Qu Tiange, don't."

Tang Nineteen only uttered a whole voice, and all his words were swallowed up.

How much did he drink, damn it.

The kiss became more violent and fiery.

Tang Nineteen was almost overwhelmed.

Although he tried his best to breathe, Tang Nineteen felt that the breath in his chest was being emptied little by little.

Her face became more and more red, and she felt sadly that she might become the first person in history to kiss to death.

Fortunately, Qu Tiange noticed the abnormality in time, and let go of her: "Why can't you take a breath?"

"Hoohoo." Breathing in the fresh air greedily, Tang Nineteen raised his head and bumped Qu Tiange's forehead, "Hiss."

It hurts, both sides are hurt, she looks at Qu Tiange frowning, but she is quite proud: "I want you to take care of it, let me go."

She was obviously too ashamed to look at him directly because she couldn't breathe, he smiled helplessly, and the smile was full of doting and tenderness: "It seems that the king will train you more."

The big hand let go of her, and Tang Nineteen broke away from the embrace as if fleeing, and the birthmark became vivid because of embarrassment.

(End of this chapter)