The tyrant's petite group is squeamish again

Chapter 477 Chapter 477 Song Zhining, Is there something wrong with your mouth?
In the distant sky, meteors are becoming more and more dense, falling down to the mortal world like fairy belts woven by celestial maidens, embellishing this world of mortals.

In Pingle Courtyard.

Nangongcheng couldn't find Bai Mo, so he dragged Song Zhining, Bai Ruo, Bai Jinqi, Bai Jinwu and Xiao Li Yu to drink with him.

"Come, come, it's a beautiful day tonight, we must get drunk!" Nan Gongcheng said, pouring wine for everyone.

Song Zhining directly picked up the flagon and poured it into her mouth. Soon she was drunk and ran around with the flagon in her arms.

Suddenly, she bumped into a purple embrace, and a white and firm chest came into her eyes.

When she raised her eyes, she met a pair of charming peach blossom eyes.

"Heh, man!" Song Zhining said, hiccupping.

Qianjing raised her eyebrows, "You're drunk."

Song Zhining smirked, "I'm not drunk..."

As she said, she put her hand on Qianjing Koon's face, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes, "Am I really a tomboy? Not feminine?"

Qianjing Kun looked down at Song Zhining's neckline and said with a smile, "You are very feminine, more feminine than Miss Six..."

Before he finished speaking, he was rolled to the side grass by Song Zhining who rushed forward.

Moreover, Song Zhining blocked his speaking part, like a raging wave, making his every breath more and more difficult.

His peach blossom eyes were always bright, but at this moment... they gradually lost their focus.

Before completely losing self-control, he grabbed Song Zhining's shoulders and pushed her away from him.

His voice was a little hoarse, and his heart fluctuated more than usual. He squinted his peach blossom eyes and looked at Song Zhining's apricot eyes seriously and asked, "Song Zhining, do you know what you are doing?"

Song Zhining pursed her lips, her brows and eyes were full of tenderness, "I know, I want to be a woman! I want to prove to you that I am a woman!"

Qianjing Koon had a headache, "You're drunk! When you wake up, you'll regret it..."

Song Zhining shook her head, took out a piece of lip balm, took a sip, then quickly pecked Qianjing Kong, interrupting Qian Jingkong's words again.

Qian Jingkong didn't want to see Song Zhining regretful when she woke up tomorrow, so she put Song Zhining's hands in confinement, and then hugged her to send her to Baimoyuan.

Unexpectedly, after only two steps, he felt a bit blurred and unable to control himself, and his whole body felt that his blood was roaring.

While he was still awake, he asked helplessly, "Song Zhining, is there something wrong with your lips?"

Song Zhining's cheeks were glowing, her apricot eyes were like water, and her voice was charming, "I want to do...you..."

Qianjing Kong: "..."

He had to push open a room nearby, and then planned to use his internal force to force out the medicine.

However, he underestimated the power of Song Zhining's lip service.

He had just entered the room with Song Zhining in his arms, and after closing the door, he couldn't control himself.

And Song Zhining came up to him like a dodder wrapping around a big tree, her light white hand landed on his collar, pulled it hard, and raised it.

The purple robe floated down slowly in the air like a purple flower, and when it landed, Song Zhining had already pressed down.

When Qianjing Kun sensed that the air was getting thinner, she reversed and her bony hands shattered the girl's white clothes like sharp claws.

He pressed Song Zhining's shoulders, and slowly lowered his head...

The girl's scallioned fingers gradually curled up, and the joints turned white...

At this time, outside the window, meteors are dancing and the stars are shining.

(End of this chapter)