My bamboo horse is super sweet

Chapter 17 017: Potential to be a pervert
Feng Cheng returned to the room, and the whole room was silent.

The two on the balcony have not moved, I don't know if they are completely drunk to death.

Feng Cheng went to the balcony first, kicked the chair twice, and woke up the two who were already unconscious: "Go take a shower, go to bed and sleep."

The two were yawning, still in a daze.

Feng Cheng ignored him, walked to his bedside, and fell directly on the bed.

What came to mind at this moment was the tactile sensation of her slender fingers passing through his hair when she dried his hair.

And when her little hand caressed his forehead, the soft touch, and the concerned "Is it hard?"

She probably didn't know that he had never been drunk after drinking, let alone just a few bottles of beer.

She was the only one who would believe what he said in such a simple way.

Feng Cheng was lying on the bed with one long leg bent, one hand resting behind his head, only then did he realize that there seemed to be something in the other hand.

His pretty brows were slightly frowned, and he lifted it up to have a look, only to realize that he turned around and picked up her panties again.

Staring at the pure white, his eyes gradually deepened, and after a while, a subtle smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

The arm that was originally resting on the back of the head was also raised, and two fingers grabbed the side and pulled it to both sides.

Her waist... seems to be only this thin, right?
Did she not eat every day? Why is she so thin?

He can hold her completely with two palms.

It's so small, it's really so small, just by looking at this touch of white, he can picture the curve of her body in his mind.

Sentimental, exquisite.

The beauty of girls.

Realizing what he was doing, the smile on his lips disappeared.

Standing up and sitting up, her white and slender palms pressed her forehead.

He found that he seemed to have the potential to be a pervert, holding her panties, what are you laughing at?
"Hey... I said Acheng, what are you holding in your hand?" Tang Yi, who was a little shaky when he walked, came out of the balcony, saw him sitting on the bed with something in his hand, and asked curiously .

He was so drunk that he didn't see what it was, only a faint white.

Feng Cheng looked over as if nothing had happened, and casually stuffed the small piece of cloth under the pillow: "It's nothing." The brows raised slightly: "You don't take a bath?"

He saw someone walking directly towards the bunk.

Tang Yi yawned, smelling of alcohol all over, and was about to climb to the upper bunk: "I'm too tired, let's wash it tomorrow."

Halfway through the climb, he was suddenly pulled down by a strong force, and a cold warning was heard in his ear: "Go take a shower, or you will sleep on the balcony."

"Brother, I don't sleep next to you, why do you have so many troubles?" Tang Yi lay on the ladder in a surrender, muttering a few words in dissatisfaction.

"Heh." He responded with a snort.

Tang Yi: "..."

His brother's cleanliness is really getting worse.

Aren't boys so rough, what do they pay attention to?
But he didn't want to be thrown to the balcony to spend the night by him, so he took the towel, opened the door and went out in a daze.

The room finally became quiet again.

Feng Cheng pressed his forehead with one hand, and fell down again, pulling the quilt over his head, covering that handsome face that was too handsome, and those black eyes that were dimly lit.

Probably because of the alcohol, I feel a little restless for no reason, and I can't sleep.

The scenes that happened just now are constantly being played alternately in his mind.

Fingertips pressed the thin lips.

(End of this chapter)