To my favorite Wen Liang

Chapter 111 He seems to be a different person
Startled, she quickly closed her eyes.

After being kissed ignorantly for a long time, she suddenly realized that she stretched out her hand and pushed him.

"Why are you drinking? Do you want to take a bath and sleep?"

As soon as the words come out.

What do you want to take a bath to sleep!

He chuckled: "I may be a little drunk, and I can't wash it. Why don't you help me?"

His unique clear and indifferent voice was exaggerated by the night with a trace of unusually low sexiness.

Wen Liang moved her body unconsciously: "You, why are you drinking?"

"I just found it, and it's courageous to watch alone." His eyelashes lightly brushed her cheeks, which were long enough to make even a woman jealous.

damn it!
How did he speak such down-to-earth words with such a lifeless face?It was as if he had changed himself, even the tone of his voice became a little softer.

Are you really drunk?
Although I don't know how much he drinks, it is true that he is rarely seen drinking.

Wen Liang thought for a while, and planned to turn the topic away: "Then you go to sleep, don't wash."

"You..." She was dumbfounded.

She was talking about sleeping, not sleeping with her!
And myself, why are you so nervous?It's as if... Today is the first time I met him, so close, my heart beats more and more intensely, and the man in front of me has a slightly blurred vision, like a fairy in the night.

All coldness and indifference are subverted at this moment.

"Wen Liang, will you not reject me after I drink?" He blew in her ear.

"What, what?"

"After drinking, you won't refuse me." It was an interrogative sentence before, but this time it has become an affirmative sentence.

His voice became hoarse and low, and it floated into her ears, like some kind of magic spell. With the movement of his long fingers protruding down, she trembled all over and was speechless.

The warm and cold consciousness gradually faded away.

become illusory.

As his movements became more and more directional, there was nothing left in her mind except him, and she was so drowsy that she even forgot to say no. It wasn't until the waves of pleasure rose that she realized belatedly, She got entangled with him.

Subconsciously reached out and pressed his big palm.

"Huo Dongming..."

"Wen Liang, do you love me?" He stopped his movements and asked casually.

And how much care is wrapped in it, and how much deep thinking has been accumulated over the years.

Can only follow instinct.

Nodding casually: "Love... right."

Although she didn't really want to admit it, but in the long years, no one lived in her heart except him.

The three words Huo Dongming.

It was her most precious treasure, which was well preserved in the bottom of her heart, but this treasure turned out to be wild grass, which would be incinerated by wild fire when blown by the wind.

She let him grow, until every corner of her heart occupied these three words.

"Love." After about two seconds, she added a word with absolute certainty.

The light in the man's eyes suddenly became astonishingly bright, as if trying to swallow her up, he stared at her deeply.

In a trance.

She always felt that Huo Dongming seemed to be a different person.

"Dong Ming... Aren't you tired?" She had no strength left, she lay on the bed and complained to the man behind her.

"Are you going to run after I let you go?"

In a word, she was speechless.

With his people watching, she could escape with Tang Mo's hand. Although he went too far in that incident, thinking about it now, the shadow left on him is probably indelible, right?
It can be said that in his territory, there are forces he is familiar with, but she still escapes.

I don't know how long it took.

Huo Dongming was finally willing to let her go and stopped tossing, and lay his pillow on his arm, so warm and tired that he couldn't even open his eyes.

He hugged his waist lightly, half a cat hugged his body, like an insecure little animal.

Alcohol is a good thing sometimes.

At least it would allow him to draw closer to her unscrupulously like this.

After tossing and tossing for nearly a day and a night without sleep, the man seemed to be tired too, so he fell asleep with her in his arms.

The next day, early in the morning.

Wen Liang woke up from the dream.

What catches the eye is Huo Dongming's handsome and perfect sleeping face carved like a work of art.

After struggling a lot.

Wen Liang took a deep breath and was about to open his eyes when he felt a coldness on his lips.

Almost jumped up.

"Good morning kiss."

And the man beside her said with a deadpan expression, words that could make the hearts of thousands of young girls burst.

"Morning, good morning?" She smiled awkwardly.

"What's the matter with your face?"

Wen Liang touched his face suspiciously, why is it so hot?
Before she could figure it out, the man in front of her suddenly approached, and immediately pressed his forehead against hers.

Breathing, full of wine aroma, and the smell of clear cologne that she is all too familiar with.

(End of this chapter)