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Chapter 156 You've Been Drinking
Against the light, she stood at the door calmly, looking at him with a smile on her face.

She said: "Xicheng, the ground is very cold, would you like to carry me there?"

Without hesitation, he walked towards her from the window sill.There was a blush at the end of his eyes, and the expression on his face was stunned for a moment, and then turned gentle and tender.

He picked her up and put her on the bed.

The deeper the dew, the deeper the snow.

Probably because he was afraid that she would catch a cold, he put her feet on his lap and covered them with his hands for a long time. After he had gained some warmth, he pulled the quilt aside and covered her up.

Zheng Weiwei kept looking at him, her eyes looked like some kind of unadulterated crystal, thorough and clean.

She suddenly reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Lu Xicheng, do you know? I will reach the legal age of marriage in less than two years." She spoke lightly, with a strong sense of temptation.

The two of them sat so quietly and close together that Lu Xicheng could smell the faint aroma of wine on her body.He frowned, his tone sank slightly, and he was concerned: "Have you been drinking?"

Zheng gently raised his hand to touch his face, and nodded childishly: "I just drank... so much."

She gestured with her hands, with a serious face.

Lu Xicheng rubbed the center of his brows, feeling a little headache for a while.

He pulled the quilt over her body, and said softly, "Lie down obediently, and I'll make you hangover soup."

What responded to him was to hug his drunken body suddenly.

She touched his face according to her heart, and looked at him with clean and clear eyes, innocent.

She said: "Lu Xicheng, you are so beautiful. When I saw you for the first time, I thought it was unbelievable. How can there be such a beautiful person in this world."

She smiled silly, cute and cute: "You are so beautiful, I really love you."

It was superficial and funny, but when Lu Xicheng looked at her, his eyes became redder and redder, and something was crushing in his heart, which was hard to control.

His tone was hoarse, with a metaphor: "Gently, let go."

She said, "Don't let go."

He lowered his eyes and murmured softly, almost to himself: "Then... never let go."

Zheng Qingqing actually couldn't remember what happened that night.She only remembered that a pair of arms hugged her very hard, and the warm breath brushed against her neck, causing her to tremble.

He said, "Gently, I'm taking advantage of someone's danger."

She shook her head vaguely and hugged him tighter.

Later, the pain was so deep that she couldn't hold back the tears after all.

She huddled in his arms like a child, her tears were welling up, and her vision was blurred in the damp.

He kissed her side gently, and whispered: "Gently, you are mine."

Zheng Weiwei didn't know how much mental effort and skill Lu Xicheng used to coax her that night, and he didn't remember at all how he held her in his arms to comfort her for a whole night.

The moonlight is melting, only the eyebrows and eyes of the lover can be compared with tenderness.

When Zheng Weiwei woke up, Lu Xicheng was lying beside her, his sleeping face was so tender and delicate that it was unbelievable.When she turned over, she deliberately relaxed her movements, but the person in front of her was still awake.

He chuckled, brushed the broken hair on her forehead, and said hoarsely, "gently, good morning."

She blushed, and her body was extremely sore. Even if Lu Xicheng cleaned everything up properly, she could still clearly know what happened last night.

She shrank her head under the quilt, her voice was so soft that she could barely hear: "Lu Xicheng, good morning."

(End of this chapter)