Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 7217 vinegar is sour (3)

Ji Changmu suddenly leaned over and kissed her lips with the thin light leaking in from the window.

The sweetness of the cake and the smell of wine were mixed on the little girl's lips.

Qiao Muyuan shrank back, trying to avoid his kiss.

But he didn't succeed, Ji Changmu crushed and kissed her lips for a long time, the kiss made her go limp all over, and her little hands and feet were completely powerless to give up voluntarily.

"Is it sweet?" he asked.

Qiao Muyuan was so bullied that he couldn't speak, his breath was all on his lips, but today's breath smelled of tobacco.

"Are you smoking?"

Ji Changmu didn't respond, but asked, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

"It hurts..." The pain made her gasp, and she woke up a little bit from the alcohol.

"Are you going to have your period?"

"Maybe..." She replied vaguely, trying to find a support point with her hands.

Ji Changmu hugged her into his arms, pressed her on his chest, and carefully wrapped her exposed calves and feet with a blanket.

Qiao Muyuan looked very petite in front of him, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

She leaned against his chest, sobbing and crying, as if she had suffered some great grievance.

"What's wrong?" Ji Changmu felt that he should be the one who was most wronged and bullied, "I don't know what you are doing with me these two days, since Shen Fangzhou left that day, you have been losing your temper. You also hide from me on purpose. In the future, don't hide from me again, how long can you hide?"

Qiao Muyuan didn't speak, as if he let out an "um" from his throat.

Ji Changmu lowered his head, saw her pale face, and asked the driver to turn up the temperature in the car again.

She drank too much, and Ji Changmu didn't intend to say anything to her.

He would be with her tonight and not go anywhere tomorrow.

Back to Huanhua, the cold wind blows.

Ji Changmu carried her out of the car without letting her suffer from the cold wind.

He poured her a cup of hangover tea, and Qiao Muyuan yelled that she had a headache, and he rubbed her temples with his fingers.

Probably because she was comfortable, she fell asleep in his arms, motionless, and smacked her lips when she was asleep.

Ji Changmu glanced down at his watch, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

He was so troubled by her that he couldn't have a good meal for two days. Seeing her falling asleep, he went to the kitchen to eat something casually.

Afraid that she would wake up at night, Ji Changmu slept next to her that night, with his long arms around her and slept all night.

……

It was just dawn when Qiao Muyuan woke up.

The morning light outside the window was dim, and she saw herself lying in Ji Changmu's arms through the weak light, and her thin and beautiful chin was looking up.

When he fell asleep, he frowned slightly, and his eyelids were a little haggard.

Qiao Muyuan moved, and Ji Changmu woke up.

Her black and bright eyes met his, and she saw her own small figure in his pupils.

"Are you sober?" His voice was hoarse as if he had just woken up in the morning.

Thinking of what happened last night, Qiao Muyuan snorted, turned his head and turned his back to him.

She pretended not to wake up, closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

The waist was covered by someone's hot palm, his palm was very hot, scorching her skin inch by inch, and the heat gradually spread throughout her body through the pajamas.

Qiao Muyuan couldn't sleep at all.

Ji Changmu kissed her neck from behind, lowered his voice, and breathed dangerously: "You said yesterday that you didn't have feelings for your childhood sweetheart, Shen Jun...Little girl, do you know what you're talking about?"

(End of this chapter)