Deep love only for you

Yan Mohan gently pushed himself onto the balcony. He stood and looked at it. It was only one meter away from Fu Yubing. It was like the high-altitude broken bridge he had played before. It should have been easier in the past. The only difference is that there is no seat belt this time.

It's just that after drinking, his head was in a trance.

After calming down, he held the wall, looked at the opposite side, and then stepped over.

Thanks to the alcohol, he shook, but he stabilized, and then jumped to the ground of the balcony.

Sure enough, the balcony door was not closed. He hurried over. As soon as he got to the door, he saw Fu Yubing sitting on the ground, confused. And at her feet, there was a broken glass.

She was thirsty for water and knocked down by accident?

He hurried over: "Yubing?"

She didn't react much. She leaned against the tea table, her hair scattered all over her face and covered her expression.

He picked her up and checked it. Only his calf was a little wet. Fortunately, he wasn't hurt.

He took a paper towel and dried her legs. He took her to the bedroom.

When he passed the corridor, he found that there was a half drunk red wine bottle on the ground.

He was surprised. Is she drinking again?

She carefully put her on the bed and was about to cover her with a quilt, but her hand suddenly raised and wrapped around his neck.

Therefore, he can only maintain the original bending movement, and the distance between them is very close.

"Yubing?" his voice became a little low and coaxed: "let go of your hand and sleep."

But she couldn't seem to hear, and she still circled it.

Her face, there are scattered hair, a pair of eyes mistily opened, there is no focus, but with a kind of laziness.

Yan Mohan's throat was dry. He reached out and helped Fu Yubing brush away the long hair on his cheek.

Her lips were slightly open, her breath was like blue, with the smell of wine, which made people intoxicated.

Yan Mohan breathed tight and said again, "Yubing, good, sleep."

She seemed to hear it, hummed softly, and then put her hand on it all at once.

Yan Mohan was not caught off guard. She pulled her center of gravity unstable.

Afraid of crushing her, he propped her with one hand and fell next to her.

Her hand still didn't put, but also took it in. The whole person was completely confused, but instinctively approached the 'big pillow'.

Finally, it was pasted. She nestled comfortably in his arms, and then rubbed.

For a moment, countless currents surged from the place where the two people's skin touched each other, and ran around madly, making Yan Mohan's breathing disorganized.

He looked down at her, and she continued to rub, and made a cat like whisper, scratching gently in his heart like a small claw.

He felt as if he was really drunk. Unexpectedly, he couldn't move.

Just so stiff for a while, the girl in her arms is still restless.

Her head may be really heavy, so she moved, shrugged up and rubbed hard on Yan Mohan's face.

It seems that after rubbing so much, she feels better, and the corners of her lips still slightly arouse a smile.

He saw his brain almost burst, and his heart beat was completely out of control. He just felt that every move of her was challenging his precarious will.

"Hum -" she whispered again and muttered something.

He didn't hear clearly and put his ears close to him: "Yubing, what are you talking about?"

The next second, a strange touch came to my ears, which suddenly affected all the nerves of the whole body.

Yan Mohan suddenly turned his head and suppressed his frantic heartbeat. His blood was boiling and the alcohol evaporated, making him dizzy.

But she didn't know it. Her lips slipped from his earlobe along his cheek and finally stopped at the corner of his lips.

Confused, she felt thirsty, so she licked it again.

Suddenly, all self-reliance can no longer be maintained, especially when the woman you like takes the initiative.

Yan Mohan immediately moved his lips, so fu Yubing no longer kissed his lips, but his lips.

Thousands of thoughts reminded him that if he didn't go again, something irreversible might happen. He also knew that he seemed to have to go.

However, the brain sent n signals, but the muscles and nerves betrayed these commands.

He feebly found that he had surrounded her body, and then increased the strength of kissing her.

And she responded to him!

"Yubing -" he called her.

She snorted.

He held her nervously: "is that ok?"

She didn't understand it at all, but instinctively felt that she felt uncomfortable all over and lacked a sense of existence, so she wanted to find something to stick close to.

His brain roared. When she acted again, she finally couldn't help holding her tightly

When it was finally over, he suddenly realized that he was really with her

It's not a dream, it's real.

What will she do when she wakes up tomorrow? Will she hate him? Will you stay away?

There are many thoughts in my mind. Yan Mohan doesn't know what to do at all. He just insists that she must be the other half of his marriage certificate.

I just hope she can accept him early.

Yan Mohan bowed his head and kissed Fu Yubing in his arms. Then he hugged her tighter, covered the quilt and gradually fell asleep.