Ranbai has always been a self-righteous person. No one can stop her from doing anything. Now she is drunk and even more lawless. Everything depends on desire. For example, she is looking at the person in front of her now.

There is only one thought.

Her, want to go.

Wen Haoqing looked at her with a quiet expression, deep and elegant, looking very good-tempered, as if she was looking at the ignorant junior, and more like her attitude towards the child. He pressed his white forehead with one hand on his white forehead, and the cold temperature was transmitted, and he whispered casually: "When Miss Song gets drunk, why dares to say anything nonsense?"

"It's not a joke, I'm not making a fuss." Ranbai reached out and grabbed the man's thin and hard wrist and pressed it aside. Her lips slowly brushed the tip of the actor's ear, and the smile that turned over was low, gently sucking his earlobe. The lingering and sticky movements revealed a strong aggression and possessiveness. She was lazy and charming, and she was also like a lover's murmur: "Can you give it to me, okay..."

Wen Haoqing has never been kissed like this ridiculously and unrestrainedly, and no one dares to do so. She is the only exception.

"You are drunk." The actor was well-dressed and pushed her away with integrity, always calmly cultivating. When he lowered his eyes, he gradually gathered his light in his eyes, as if the motan under the moonlit night was intertwined with a bewitching and dangerous atmosphere, and he made a concise statement of facts.

"I'm very awake." Ranbai looked up at him, his eyes were full of evil, like drunkenness, and his fair fingertips gently tapped the thin lips under the high nose bridge of the actor. It was beautiful and seductive, suitable for kissing. He wanted to kiss since the first meeting. He said in his ear with a smile: "I know my purpose clearly."

When he retreated, Ranbai looked at the other person's eyes that were still looking, gentle and alienated, smiled slightly, spoke slowly, and spoke intoxicatedly until the person's heart: "For example, what is sleeping with seniors."

The living room was pitch black and there was no real look.

She seemed to hear the other party sneer.

"Sleep at me?" Wen Haoqing pinched the girl's chin and picked it up, her tone was gentle and mocking, and her voice was born to be low and affectionate like a love word: "Is that what do you think about it usually?"

"I'm so brave." His peach blossom eyes were very gentle, elegant and affectionate. He pinched the fingertips of Ranbai's chin and used some force, murmuring with Ranbai's ears, like a hunter slowly revealing a piece of hunting rifle: "I'll explain to me when you wake up tomorrow."

Ranbai wanted to sleep but couldn't sleep. He was impatient and said, "Are you still a man?"

Wen Haoqing paused.

"Are you not okay?"

The atmosphere is silent.

"Are you sexually frigid?"

Ranbai frowned and threw three words out directly. The other party didn't say anything and couldn't see any reaction.

Before she could say the next sentence, Wen Haoqing suddenly moved in the shadow. Her hands with distinct joints pressed her waist hard and pressed against the man's chest. She turned dizzyly and pressed heavily on the wall.

"Song Bai." Yueliang was as cold as water. Half of his face was hidden in the shadow. It was clearly extinct, with a handsome and cold outline: "If I give in to you, it doesn't mean you can be lawless."

The actor's body tends to have some kind of deep and gentle danger, his voice is low and hoarse, blocking the girl's mouth. The two breaths are tangled together, and the other's kissing force is not as gentle and calm as usual. Instead, he is extremely possessive and cold, as if he is plundering his own belongings inch by inch, hot and intense.

The temperature was rising and the hot breath spread, but there was a cold feeling between his lips and tongue.

The center of the dyed white eyebrows gradually loosened, and she pulled the collar of the actor in the dark, revealing half of her collarbone. The touch of the skin under her fingertips was cold and delicate. Unlike the sexy meaning of her well-dressed, she stroked her fingertips across the collarbone, leaving red marks.

Wen Haoqing raised his nose and pressed against her side face, and her long eyelashes drooped in an attractive curve. She let her moves, sneered, pinched her chin and asked, "I'm not a man?"

He has a nice smell of light fragrance, similar to a certain woody fragrance, which combines a warm and elegant charm, and exudes a faint tobacco smell, which makes people addicted.

Ranbai likes this smell very much. She rubbed the neckline of the Actor, with thorns at the end of her eyes, and her eyes were lazy as if it could overflow with water. Her attitude was arrogant and scattered. Her words were like the fragrance of peach blossoms that bloomed to the extreme: "Senior said."

The gentleman stood in the moonlight, with unknown shadows, messy shirt, half open collar, and still gentle on his face. He said, "If you dare, let me sleep."

The actor's slender fingers slowly clasped the girl's waist, and moved upward along the soft lines, with neither light nor heavy force. In the darkness, he half-squinted his long and narrow eyes, pulled off the black tie with one hand, and bit it with the tip of his teeth. His thin lips were confusing and confusing, and his movements were both silly and eager.

"Don't cry later." The young actor pressed the person against the wall, crossed his hands and raised them high against her head, and then slowly tied them with a tie, tied them together firmly. The black tie set off the girl's fair wrists, intertwined with a secret and taboo desire. He did not see a gentleman in his movements, but he was calm, with a gentle tone and charming and affectionate, as if the most touching love words of this incident: "Don't shout hurt."

The wrist was tied up, which greatly restricted the movements. After being drunk, his consciousness became more and more drowsy. Ranbai struggled for a while, but he didn't break away. He heard the other person say in her ear that the temperature burned, like a fire burning to his heart.

The man's voice is low and hoarse, like love words, which is most suitable for lingering love, with deep and elegant eyes, and as calm as ever. Wen Haoqing is kissing her, with an extremely hot possessive desire, unbuttoned her shirt with one hand, "Don't call to stop."

In the darkness, the man's outline is deep and elegant, and it is breathtaking.

The calm and dull voice melted into the lips and teeth, gentle and dangerous.

"Hear?"

The temperature is better than everything, and the breath is tangled.

He was rubbing his ears and whispering intently, and his breathing and heartbeat were completely disorganized. Wen Haoqing slowly grabbed the girl's slender ankles several times, and pulled the person in his arms, resisting the lingering.

The cold and clean woody fragrance lingers in the air.

The moonlight fell on the floor of the living room, and the bright moonlight looked like the eyes of a lover.

Haven't sleep all night.

Ranbai fell asleep several times and was woken up by the turbulence. The hot temperature was covered with no gaps. No matter where, there was nowhere to escape.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, the moonlight is softer, and the sky is gradually changing, ushering in the first ray of dawn.

The snow-white curtains were gently tilted by the wind, and the sunlight fell warmly on the wooden floor.

The girl's eyebrows were sleepy and tired, subconsciously hugging the person next to her tightly. The touch was very soft and delicate, and she could feel the cold and hard skin.

Ranbai originally wanted to continue sleeping and suddenly found something was wrong.

“…?”

She froze for a moment, opened her eyes, and where she touched her eyes, she directly hit the man's collarbone line, with an attractive curve and a cold and white complexion.

“??!”

This is not right.

Ranbai closed his eyes, remained silent for a second or two before opening his eyes again, and the picture in front of him was still the same.

When her eyes moved up, what caught her eye was the lazy and elegant appearance of the actor.

“…”

What is she going through?

Wen Haoqing...at her house?

It seemed like he was joking with her.
Chapter completed!