Billion Spoils: President's Exclusive Sweet Wife

"You let go," he said. In the dark, he could feel her hands tightly around his waist. She held her tightly, and her whole body seemed to be embedded in his body. "I'll see how you knock on your head." even if he hypnotized himself many times and didn't care about her, he would still worry.

So he could only explain to himself that she would be knocked to the head because he pushed it. He just didn't want to be involved with her.

"I won't let go..." she sobbed, "Zhou... Zhou Liye... You... Are you in love with someone else?"

"So what, so what?" she knew that holding him like this was a great test for him.

"Don't... don't fall in love with others... Don't fall in love with others..." she said, rubbing her face against his chest.

He sneered, lowered his head and said to her, "Duan Manyu, now, what qualifications do you have to say this to me? I fall in love with others, it has nothing to do with you."

She suddenly looked up, her face was facing his face, and her lips suddenly brushed his lips, "Wuwu... I just don't like you falling in love with others... Wuwu... I don't like, don't like..."

His body was stiff. Even though it was dark around, he could still vaguely see her face in close range, "do you like it or not, what does it have to do with me..."

But before his words were finished, a pair of claws had groped up his face. Then, his lips felt pressed by a warm force. That was... Her lips.

She's kissing him!

Different from the touch just now, this moment is a real kiss.

The tip of his nose was full of wine except her breath. Reason seems to be losing rapidly with her kiss, and his body is heating up. He should end the kiss and push him away, but in fact, he is passively bearing her kiss, and even reluctant to make efforts to push her away.

I don't know how long it took. She finally ended the kiss panting. His voice was hoarse and said, "Duan Manyu, do you know what you're doing?"

"I... I know... Of course I know... Zhou Liye... I... I don't like to see... Other women holding your arm... I don't like... I don't like you smiling at that woman... I... I want to know... Do you really... Don't love me anymore..." she muttered, and then her lips kissed his lips again, His hands hugged his neck tightly.

And he, at this moment, seemed to have lost all his self-control and was completely intoxicated.

He knows that he should be sober. Having drunk this wine with Han Lin today is not enough to make him drunk, but why, at the moment, he thinks he is drunk, and he is much more drunk than her!

Maybe... When she wakes up, she will regret it, but now, he can't let her go

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Duan Manyu woke up, but after opening her eyes and looking at the ceiling, her eyes were immediately closed again.

Isn't it easy to break when you're drunk? But why does she remember everything?