I am a wall flower in Kuai Chuanwen

Chapter 290 291 Tell her to take care of him.

The system shook his head, [Da Sang Yu and Gu Xixia don't look alike at all, why do you ask such a question, Da Sang Yu? 】

Sang Yu said lightly: 【Nothing. 】

That's right, she and Gu Xixia don't look alike at all, and Duan Jiamu can still recognize the wrong person, it seems that she is really drunk.

The car drove for nearly half an hour before arriving at the community.

Duan Jiamu was in a deep sleep, and Bian Jiayi couldn't help him alone. Sang Yu walked on the other side and reached out to help. The moment he touched Duan Jiamu, Duan Jiamu, who was still hanging on Bian Jiayi's body, suddenly moved towards Sang Yu was turned upside down, her head was resting on her shoulder, heavy, Sang Yu didn't look good on the road.

Sang Yu stretched out her hand and pushed Duan Jiamu's head, and after pushing past it, he turned upside down again. In the end, Sang Yu had no choice but to let him lean on her shoulder. With little effort, the two brought Duan Jiamu back home.

Bian Jiayi and Sang Yu brought Duan Jiamu back into the bedroom. Duan Jiamu collapsed on the bed, and Bian Jiayi immediately softened and lay on the bed, "I'm so exhausted."

Sang Yu sat up, rubbed her arms, and said to Bian Jiayi, "Well, I'll go back first."

Sang Yu turned her head and was about to leave, Bian Jiayi glanced at Duan Jiamu who was in a deep sleep, quickly jumped up from the bed, stopped Sang Yu, "Student Sang Yu, don't leave yet."

Sang Yu: "...?"

It's already 12:30, why don't you let her go?
Sang Yu's brows were light, "What else can I do?"

Bian Jiayi licked his lips, and said with a smile: "Maybe I have to trouble you to take care of me tonight, Brother Mu."

Sang Yu: "...?"

System: [Master Sang Yu, why did he let you take care of Duan Jiamu, he is a boy, wouldn't it be more convenient to take care of Duan Jiamu here? 】

The corners of Sang Yu's mouth were tense and he didn't speak.

Bian Jiayi's eyes flickered for a while, and then he said to Sang Yu: "It's like this, Brother Mu only has one bed in this house, and I'm not used to sharing the same bed with others, I sleep on the sofa It’s easy to stiff neck. So I booked a hotel outside, you and Brother Mu are neighbors, so please help me take care of it, thank you!”

Bian Jiayi cupped his fists at Sang Yu.

After Bian Jiayi finished speaking, before Sang Yu could say anything, he turned around and walked away quickly, and quickly disappeared behind the door.

Sang Yu: "...????"

System: [It's numb.This man ran quite fast, what kind of bad friend did Duan Jiamu make. 】

Sang Yu glanced at Duan Jiamu, who was lying on the bed and was half drunk. To be honest, she really wanted to leave now. After all, the lonely man and the widow lived in the same room. Although it was nothing, it was somewhat inconvenient.

But seeing Duan Jiamu's current state, it seemed a little unkind to leave directly. If something happened to Duan Jiamu, she would feel very sorry in her heart. After all, Duan Jiamu had helped her a lot before.

Sang Yu struggled for a while, and finally decided to stay and take care of him.

Duan Jiamu moved a little at this moment, and rolled to the side. Seeing that he was about to roll to the ground, Sang Yu reached out and grabbed his shirt quickly.

Pulled him, and then pulled him back on the bed again, because Sang Yu used a little force, and Duan Jiamu was wearing a shirt again, and when Sang Yu pulled him like this, several buttons on his chest were torn open. There are only two buttons left on the belly.

A large piece of skin on Duan Jiamu's chest was exposed. At this time, Duan Jiamu stretched his arms and lay on the bed stretched out. The bottom two buttons were also pushed open by him, and his chest was completely All exposed.

Sang Yu was forced to take a look at Duan Jiamu's chest. Duan Jiamu's body shape was really good. Even if he was lying down, the mermaid line in front of his abdomen was still clearly visible.

As Sang Yu watched, her cheeks began to burn slightly again.

Duan Jiamu moved again at this time, moving his hands left and right on his body, looking at the movement, it seemed that he was about to take off the shirt that was attached to him.

Duan Jiamu didn't take it off for a few moments, so he started to pull it. Soon, he tore the shirt, pulled it out and threw it aside.

At this moment, his upper body was exposed in front of Sang Yu's eyes at a glance. Sang Yu's breathing began to become difficult. She got up, opened the window of Duan Jiamu's bedroom, stood by the window, and a gust of cool wind blew over. She just felt a little more sober.

Just when Sang Yu felt that Duan Jiamu was going to sleep, at this moment, Duan Jiamu stretched out his hand and began to pull the belt around his waist. The sound of rattling penetrated the quiet night.

Seeing that Duan Jiamu was about to untie the belt.

Sang Yu said badly in her heart, and hurried forward to stop his movements. Sang Yu came to the top of Duan Jiamu, leaned down, and pressed the back of Duan Jiamu's hand on the belt.

Duan Jiamu stopped moving at this time, opened his drunken eyes slightly, and looked at Sang Yu from bottom to top. After watching for a while, he smiled slightly, his tone was hoarse and low, and his voice was hoarse as if it had been polished by fine sand. , "You want to help me? Huh?"

Sang Yu: "...?"

As Duan Jiamu said so, he grasped Sang Yu's hand that was pressing the back of his hand, and then brought it to the center of his belt, "It's here."

Sang Yu: "...?"

Sang Yu noticed that there was something wrong with Jiamu holding her hand at this time.

She obviously felt something move, her heart beat several times faster, she wanted to break free from Duan Jiamu's palm, but Duan Jiamu's hand was very strong at this time, no matter how hard she tried to break free, she couldn't break free.

Relying on his temper, Sang Yu called his name in a gentle voice, trying to arouse his consciousness, "Student Duan Jiamu..."

Before Sang Yu finished her sentence, Duan Jiamu pulled her closer. Sang Yu, who was kneeling above Duan Jiamu, was pulled into his arms by Duan Jiamu, and then fell on the bed. Her lips once again It hit Duan Jiamu's chest, where the skin was broken, and it hurt even more.

Duan Jiamu lay sprawled on the bed, and Sang Yu crawled on his chest like an octopus.

And the palm of her hand was right on Duan Jiamu's chest. The muscles on his chest were strong and the skin on his chest was astonishingly white.

Duan Jiamu put his hands around her back, and she seemed to be asleep again, and Sang Yu couldn't move even if she wanted to.

Sang Yu didn't dare to make any more moves, for fear of waking up the ancestor. He was drunk now, and if he woke him up again, Sang Yu didn't know what outrageous things he would do.

(End of this chapter)