Zhuma has autism

Chapter 342
This voice... doesn't sound like those of the bodyguards at the door.

The hands holding the sheets were tightly curled up, the eyelashes trembled slightly, Ye Qing slowly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep...

That man finally came.

"Crack." With a sound, the door was opened, and the light outside the door shone into the dim room.

Shi Yujing looked at the dark light in front of him, his eyes gradually darkened.

The corners of his lips tugged lightly, and the door frame was gently closed with his big hands. The room was suddenly plunged into darkness again, and he couldn't see his fingers.

The thin eyes hidden in the black accurately locked onto the figure.

Shining brightly.

This woman... The room was still brightly lit just now, did she know that he was back, on purpose?
Okay, so why not play with her?

The steps he raised again were a little vain, wobbly, as if he was drunk.

But those shrewd eyes were indeed not at all drunk.

Reaching out to unscrew the wine bottle in his hand, the slender fingertips flicked away lightly, and there was a "bang" in the silent space.

He took a big gulp, bent down and put it on the table in the room, and walked in unsteadily.

The tie around his neck was torn off by him and thrown aside casually, and then the whole person slammed into the big bed so hard.

"..." Ye Qing snorted as he was hit.

The man didn't seem to know, he stretched out his hand and patted where she was, speaking vaguely.

"Huh? Let me see who...surprised me..." The voice was hoarse and seductive.

It's like a drunk man who has lost consciousness.

Those slender eyes hidden under the broken hair were clear at the moment, with a hint of teasing, looking at the person next to him amusedly, with a slight smile on his lips.

He stared at her with great interest, as if to see how long she could last.

Sure enough, the second he was about to bow his head, Ye Qing suddenly jumped up from the side and stood on the ground.

The lack of nutrition for a long time, coupled with the fact that she had been lying on the bed all the time, and suddenly came up like this, her eyes were a little dark, and she almost fell to the ground directly.

Fortunately, he supported the foot of the bed in front of him, and he managed to stabilize his figure.

The man suddenly stretched out a hand and firmly grasped her fingertips. The warm palm made her want to pull away instantly.

But his grip was too tight.

The light in the room was very dark, and she couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, so naturally she didn't know that he was staring at her with a smirk on his face.

Ye Qing saw that Yu Jing was drunk, anyway, she didn't see how much she took care of him when he was sober, now that he is drunk, she has no worries.

Stretching out his hand desperately to pull back his fingertips, it was a dead hand. When pinching, Yu Jing gasped slightly, and his sword eyebrows became tighter and tighter.

This woman... is really ruthless...

The pain spread all the way up the fingers, Shi Yujing twitched his eyes, let go of his hand, and watched Ye Qing back away.

He sat up slowly, his thin lips parted, "Where are you running... eh? Little thing..."

The words were slurred, with hints of intoxicating voice, approaching her.

Ye Qing stepped back to the French window, picked up something casually, and threw it at him without looking at what it was.

Shi Yujing dodged sideways, and his heart was shocked, she really didn't hold back any hands.

His eyes were getting darker, and he didn't have the patience to continue teasing her anymore. He walked up to her in a few steps, stretched out his hand to grab her wrist, and pulled her into his arms.

A strong smell of alcohol instantly passed from Ye Qing's nasal cavity into his lungs.

There was a tumbling in her stomach, and she immediately vomited out: "Ouch..."

(End of this chapter)