No matter how fierce I will cry for you

Zhao Zhixi woke up thirsty in the middle of the night. She was not familiar with cruise ships, and it was too late to call someone, so she had to go out to find water by herself. But who knew, she saw Fu Yanci lying on the mahjong table in the entertainment room, The whole person was drunk and unconscious.

"Drink...drink?" Miss Zhao frowned and stood next to Fu Yanci. The smell of alcohol was obvious, even a little pungent, "I don't say I never drink..."

Miss Zhao was almost sober from the wine. She muttered and raised her hand to tug Fu Yanci's arm twice: "Fu Yanci?"

He was completely drunk and didn't react at all. His only arm moved unconsciously.

Miss Zhao took a deep breath and looked around. Everyone who should go to bed had gone to bed. If she hadn't gotten thirsty and looked for someone, Fu Yanci would probably have stayed here all night.

Fortunately, she still had some strength, and she used her strength to drag Fu Yanci back to the room. She fell on the sofa, and before she could even take a breath, it looked like Fu Yanci was pretending to be a corpse. Holding the armrest of the sofa with one hand, he leaned over and vomited unconsciously.

I didn't eat much in the evening. All I had was drinks with a strong alcohol smell, which was pungent even from a distance.

Miss Zhao backed away, covering her nose with a look of disgust: "If you can't drink it, don't drink it. Why drink so much? It stinks!"

The shirt was dyed dark red by wine stains. Fu Yanci frowned and looked uncomfortable. He vomited for a while and then lay back on the sofa. His chest heaved slightly and his breathing was a little short.

Miss Zhao pinched her nose and didn't want to care about him at all, but looking at his sticky shirt, she still resisted the urge to give him a slap and leaned over, quickly unbuttoned, then the belt, and pulled Fu After Yan Ci was cleaned, he helped someone into the bedroom again.

"It's obvious that you can't drink, but the key is that no one is with you. It's quite okay for you to drink yourself like this."

Miss Zhao muttered as she threw the man on the big bed, then took off his leather shoes, and then lifted his legs to the bed.

"Phew! It looks so skinny, but why is it so heavy? It's like a big solid stone."

Miss Zhao muttered dissatisfied and leaned over to pull the quilt. However, just as she leaned down, Fu Yanci suddenly put his arms around her waist, slowly tightened his arms, and held her tightly in his arms. .

"What are you doing!" Miss Zhao was shocked, her heart was beating violently, and her breath was filled with the confusing and intoxicating smell of alcohol.

Fu Yanci was really drunk, so drunk that he lost consciousness. It was just a subconscious move to hold Miss Zhao in his arms. He just felt that the breath on her body was familiar and could make him feel at ease.

However, you can do many things well when you are drunk.

The not-so-gentle kiss was completely different from the Fu Yanci when he was awake, like a traveler running in the desert who saw an oasis and regarded Miss Zhao as his only source of water.

If she wanted to resist, even ten Fu Yanci would not be a match for Miss Zhao, but she just did something wrong, disobeying orders and letting Fu Yanci do whatever he wanted.

It was a little painful, but fortunately a drunk person couldn't do much, so he succumbed after a while and lay back on the bed, whining with the sledgehammer.

Miss Zhao's face was a little pale, and her mind was blank. She only stared at the dazzling bright red on the bed in a daze. She didn't know what she had just experienced, and she didn't know what to do next...