Ji Erye's squeamish bag is super cruel

Chapter 581 I'm Not Drunk
While talking, Liu Hongyan paused, raised her hand, placed it on her arm, closed one eye, and made a shooting motion.

Immediately afterwards, crisp laughter sounded, with a bit of indistinct drunkenness, drilled into his ears.

She obviously didn't have a gun in her hand, but Wen Ting felt that her heart had been shot.

The person I like, I have seen it a thousand times or ten thousand times, and I still want it, I still want to have it.

He really, hasn't seen such smoke for a long time.

Smile happily, full of coquettishness, not indifference, not alienation.

Wen Ting's eyes became deeper and deeper, he raised his foot and walked towards Liu Hongyan, walked around the table, and walked to Liu Hongyan's side.

He leaned down to look at her, put his hand on her face, and slid his fingers on her cheek a few times, a few wisps of softness suddenly fell on the stern eyebrows and eyes.

It was rare for Liu Hongyan to hide, and turned to look at him with winking eyes, her expression seemed not so clear.

"Smoke."

Wen Ting's voice became even more hoarse, looking into Liu Hongyan's eyes, with irresolvable restraint and desire, entangled into threads, entangled bit by bit, forming vines, inextricable.

"Wenting."

Liu Hongyan smiled with her lips curled up, her voice was soft, as if responding to him, she called out his name.

"Hmm." Wen Ting's fingers brushed over her red lips, and his calloused fingertips slightly brushed the corners of her lips, making people tremble.

Liu Hongyan held her head and didn't speak, just looked at him with a smile. If she was drunk, what she said just now was so logical and well-organized; human leprechaun.

Wen Ting lowered his head, stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, his cold but gentle eyes were just a few steps away from her, his voice was low and soft, "Are you drunk?"

Liu Hongyan blinked her eyes, her charming fox eyes were soft and radiant, her tone was high, as if to prove herself: "I'm not drunk."

Wen Ting looked at her, a smile suddenly appeared from the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his lips raised slightly, making his brows and eyes softer.

Liu Hongyan raised her hand to hold his face, moved closer, and could clearly see her own face in his eyes, blinked her eyes, and brushed her eyelashes.

Countless sparks splashed in Wen Ting's eyes, as if they wanted to annihilate her.

The person in front of him is his sweetheart, not to mention, it's been so long since she's seen, she's so cute this time, she's willing to talk to him and get close to him.

He really wanted to rub her into his body.

But, thinking back to what she said last time, if he took advantage of the danger and moved her, she would really run to a place where he couldn't find him.

Compared with getting her, he was more afraid that he would never hear from her again.

Fingers rubbed the red lips a few more times, and the left hand propped on the table was clenched into a fist, holding back until the veins burst out, and Wen Ting suppressed those tyrannical factors.

"send you home."

The man's voice was unbearably hoarse, but he didn't even dare to kiss him.

He was afraid and couldn't stop.

Wen Ting bent down to pick him up from the sofa, Liu Hongyan didn't struggle, and stayed obediently in his arms.

Along the way, she was so well-behaved until she got home.

He had just entered the door with her in his arms, when a muffled voice rang out. The voice was very soft, without the usual coquettishness, and a little crying, like a child acting coquettish and throwing a temper tantrum.

"Wen Ting, do you know that I hate you?"

Wen Ting pursed the corners of his lips, a trace of bitterness flashed across his eyes, but there was no emotion on his face, it was unbelievably calm.

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