Adult Films: Support Qin Yumo at the Beginning

As he spoke, he stepped aside to make way for Song Yang to enter the room.

Perhaps it was because I drank too much, but my legs and feet became a little stiff.

Even such a small action led to an accident.

In a daze, her delicate body swayed and she was about to fall to the ground.

Fortunately, Song Yang reacted quickly, stepped forward, and pulled Nuolan's slender waist into his arms.

His gaze fell on Nuolan's rosy, captivating face, and Song Yang said helplessly:

"Nolan, how much did you drink?"

"You can't even stand up straight now."

"I didn't drink much!"

Nolan was somewhat unconvinced and raised her voice:

"I've only had a few glasses of whiskey."

"I can hold my liquor very well!"

Song Yang shook his head and smiled, then said:

"How are we supposed to watch the game if you keep doing this?"

"Oh, don't worry."

Nuolan struggled to get out of Song Yang's arms and continued:

"I'm not drunk."

"Please sit down first, I'll go get you a cup."

Song Yang did not stop Nuolan from going into the bedroom.

Sure enough, just like in the TV series, Nuolan, who said she was going to get a blanket, came out carrying a blanket.

Watching TV and being there in person are completely different experiences.

What's even more different is that the person standing in front of Nuolan at this moment is not Zeng Xiaoxian, but Song Yang, who would devour people without spitting out the bones.

"Nolan, is this a cup?"

Once Nuolan approached, Song Yang spoke:

"You took out the blanket because you're planning to sleep with me?"

"Oops, I took the wrong one!"

Nolan seemed to only then realize what was happening, and pouted, saying:

"Who wants to sleep with you?"

"There's something I haven't told you: I'm actually already married."

Married women are even better!

Song Yang, who felt he possessed the spirit of Cao Cao, thought to himself.

Although he was not Cao Cao, he shared the same hobby.

"what?"

Song Yang feigned surprise and paled, saying:

"Then I'll come here tonight..."

Before Song Yang could finish speaking, Nuolan interrupted him:

"it does not matter."

"We have been separated for a long time."

When this topic came up, perhaps because she had Song Yang to confide in, Nuolan seemed to open up.

Listening to Nuolan recount her romantic experiences, Song Yang felt somewhat helpless.

I never imagined that one day I would become someone else's confessional.

But it doesn't matter. Even if Nuolan puts negative energy into him, he is prepared to repay evil with kindness and give her plenty of positive energy.

As they chatted, the two drank quite a bit more.

Not only that, but without realizing it, the two of them ended up sitting on the same sofa.

The small space was cramped for two people, and it looked somewhat intimate.

But neither Song Yang nor Nuolan noticed this.

After another drink, Nuolan's face became even redder.

She straightened up slightly, moved closer to Song Yang, and said earnestly:

"Song Yang, I have a question for you."

"Am I pretty?"

"Pretty!"

Song Yang gave a very affirmative answer.

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"Then why did Vincent want to divorce me?!"

Nuolan's tone was disappointed and somewhat confused.

"He's stupid!"

Song Yang gazed at Nuolan's face and said sincerely:

"If it were me, I'd love to stay home all the time!"

"whee..."

Nuolan chuckled, a hint of coquettishness flashing in her eyes:

"What do you want to do by staying home all day?"

"what?"

Song Yang said matter-of-factly:

"Of course it's you!"

"I?!"

Nolan was a little confused and didn't react at first.

It wasn't until she noticed the intense look in Song Yang's eyes that she understood the meaning behind his words.

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"..."

Nolan fell silent.

Seemingly because of Song Yang's unrestrained words, he sobered up quite a bit and tried to distance himself.

Even if her relationship with Vincent was strained, and they even faced divorce.

It's impossible for her to have a relationship with another man so easily.

While reason returned somewhat, the body eroded by alcohol did not recover so easily.

Nuolan leaned on the sofa, thinking of sitting on another sofa.

But sometimes, accidents happen one after another.

Nuolan's arms went limp, and before she could react, she fell onto Song Yang.

The next second, by sheer coincidence, their lips touched.

Nuolan's eyes widened immediately. She tried to struggle to get up, but her body felt as if she had been electrocuted, and she couldn't muster any strength.

Song Yang met her gaze and saw the pleading in Nuolan's eyes. She hoped that the former would stop.

Don't go too far down the wrong path.

But Song Yang is not Zeng Xiaoxian, so how could he let go of such a rare opportunity?

He didn't come here today to really watch the game.

No, we came to watch the game, but this ball isn't a soccer ball.

So Song Yang not only didn't stop there, but instead went further, step by step approaching Nuolan's abyss.

Chapter 427: First Half, Goal!

Facing the experienced Song Yang, especially on the highway, Nuolan gradually lost ground.

One position after another fell, and there was no way to resist.

Nolan knew what was going to happen next, and she also knew that what she was doing was wrong.

Reason told her that she should refuse at this moment, instead of closing her eyes and burying herself in the sand like an ostrich.

But the signals her body was sending were telling her to accept, to accept the storm that was about to come.

Nolan didn't know what was wrong with her body, or why it was giving Song Yang such a signal.

Keep in mind, this is only the second time we've met this man.

Is it just because the other person is handsome, even more handsome than her husband?

Yes, and his physique too, with those well-defined muscles and evenly proportioned abs, "660" clearly exudes a powerful presence.

What surprised Nuolan the most was Song Yang's capital.

How could it be so scary?

While there are some comparable aspects in other areas, it is slightly inferior.

But in this area, they really can't even come close.

Nuolan couldn't imagine what it would feel like; she felt apprehensive yet full of anticipation.

Looking forward to seeing their true performance!

But after waiting for quite a while, the unimaginable sense of fulfillment did not come.

This made Nuolan suspicious, and she couldn't help but slightly open her eyes.

He saw Song Yang looking down at him with a faint smile on his face.

Instantly, Nuolan, like a shy young girl, turned her head away, avoiding Song Yang's gaze.

Seeing this, Song Yang leaned down and whispered in Nuolan's ear:

"Miss Nolan, do you want it or not?"

"..."

Nolan remained silent.

Song Yang wasn't in a hurry; he just kept looking at the other person.

After a long while, Nuolan slowly nodded and then closed her eyes.

at the same time.

The host's voice came from the television, which had been turned on long ago.

The Champions League final has officially begun.

However, the two, who had originally planned to watch the game together, had absolutely no interest in watching the TV.

But as the game progressed, the host's passionate commentary was constant, yet it still couldn't compare to Nuolan's voice.

It's worth mentioning that Nuolan is a radio host, and her pleasant voice is one of her strengths.

And the cry that comes from the soul at this moment makes people fearless.

The match was very close, with both sides employing different offensive methods and a variety of tactics.