act wildly

Chapter 40 Don't pick
Bai Pu has no concept of time at all.

Alcohol amplified my emotions, and this time I was even more depressed than before.

It wasn't until Lu Zhaohe put on his clothes that he touched her lips roughly with his thumb.

"What, you got dizzy because of me?"

His voice was hoarse and magnetic, as if he was satisfied, and his tone was a bit lazy and casual.

Bai Pu, "..."

Putting his hand aside, she looked down.

He was already well-dressed, but she was half-dressed, and her clothes were scattered on the floor.

After a few more glances, I thought of something, and my ears started to feel warm again.

She covered her chest with one hand and bent down to pick up her clothes.

As a result, it turned out that the zipper of the skirt was torn, and a piece of thread was exposed.

Suddenly feeling a little frustrated and not knowing where the courage came from, he stepped forward and grabbed the collar of his shirt.

I pulled it with my hand and there was a click.

Two buttons fell off.

Lu Zhaohe, "..."

The cigarette between his fingers moved to the other side, and his right hand easily grasped both of her hands.

Squeezing it with his palm, he said in a reserved tone, "With this strength, it seems that I am really too polite to you."

Bai Pu regretted it after pulling it off.

It's all because of alcohol. People may seem sober, but their emotions are amplified and they will do some outrageous things out of control.

She blinked her eyes, pursed her red lips lightly, and showed a smile that she thought was cute, "You seem to be a little hot, I just want to cool you down, don't get me wrong."

He said taking his hand out.

Clean yourself up and change your clothes.

Lu Zhaohe looked at it casually, and when he was halfway through smoking, he suddenly asked, "Did you have sex with Jiang Lin last night?"

Bai Pu was checking her makeup. When she heard this sentence, she turned her head and looked over.

It seems that Lu Zhaohe also saw that circle of friends.

Her eyes were innocent, "Why do you care?" Lu Zhaohe's eyes narrowed slightly, and the smoke between his lips covered his expression, which was unclear.

Only those eyes showed calmness and no ripples.

Glancing at her lukewarmly, he put out the cigarette butt and snorted, "I'm not that picky."

The implication is that he just has a mysophobia and doesn't care about her. He doesn't trust her yet.

Bai Pu didn't expect to hear any good answers, so he made sure that he had packed up and walked to the door in a few steps.

Before leaving, she flicked her long hair back, and the ends of her hair just brushed the tip of his nose.

Bai Pu chuckled, "Then I'm just the opposite. I'm not picky at all."

If you don’t pick, it will only happen once, twice, three or four times.

As soon as she finished speaking, she opened the door and ran away.

The closed door directly blocked Lu Zhaohe's view, and the scent of her hair was still in his nose.

Not strong, but inexplicably attractive.

He reached out and touched his nose, his eyebrows raised slightly, and the meaning in his eyes became more and more full.

……

Bai Pu sneaked out of his box before stopping.

Thinking about it from another angle, she just patted her butt and left without paying for the prostitute after eating and drinking.

My mood immediately improved.

Pushing the door open and walking in, Xu Xiaoran saw that all the wine bottles in front of her were scattered around, and the person who was supposed to be lying on the opposite side was gone.

Her eyebrows twitched, "Where is Mu Qingyun?"

Xu Xiaoran turned around and put the cup on the table, "Did you fall into the toilet? It takes so long to go to the toilet?"

Bai Pu didn't pay attention to the specific time, but seeing how much she drank, he knew it wasn't too short.

Feeling guilty, he touched his nose and walked over, "My stomach feels a little uncomfortable...Why did you drink so much? Where's Mu Qingyun, aren't you disappointed?"

"Call a driver to take you home. I can't deal with a drunkard." Xu Xiaoran got up, picked up the chain of the thin bag and threw it behind her back.

As soon as she hooked her arm around Bai Pu's shoulder, her nose suddenly wrinkled, "Huh? What does it smell like on you?"

(End of this chapter)