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Cheng Qingyao has a light drinking capacity. Where can she drink two bottles of red wine? She staggers after half a bottle. After drinking one bottle, she quarrels to sleep: "sleep... Dizzy... I want to sleep... Sleep..."

Where would the gold Lord let her sleep? He stuffed the second bottle of red wine into her arms: "drink all the two bottles of red wine. Don't sleep until you finish it."

"If you don't drink... You'll get drunk if you drink again..."

"I just want you to get drunk."

"It's hard to get drunk... Don't get drunk... Sleep, sleep, sleep... Let's sleep together..." Cheng Qingyao is already drunk. She's dizzy and nauseous. She really can't drink. She gets rid of the gold Lord's hand and gropes back to bed.

"Hum!" the gold Lord was angry. If he knew he was drunk, he wouldn't be drunk. It's not drunk to be able to find what you sleep in bed by yourself. People who are really drunk will grab the wine and sleep wherever they pour.

If you don't let her go, you won't let her sleep. Pull her out of bed and pour wine directly into her mouth: "it's fun to drink. I'm going to play an exciting game today."

She couldn't understand what he was talking about. She just shook her head and didn't drink. She couldn't hide. She opened her mouth and swallowed one mouthful at a time, and what she couldn't swallow flowed down her chin.

Like yesterday, she was pulled out of her pajamas when she entered the door. She didn't wear any clothes all over her body. The red wine flowing on her body was so red that her red skin was as white as snow. When it flows to the gully, the scenery flows through the mountains like a thin spring.

Beautiful to the heart!

The temptation is boundless!

The gold Lord was a little out of control. His Adam's apple slid violently up and down. He put the remaining wine at the head of the bed, pulled her out of the bed and stood face to face with him: "take off my clothes quickly."

"Hmm!" Cheng Qingyao was too drunk to understand what he said. She leaned into his arms and closed her eyes to sleep. Her long slender legs softened for a while.

"Don't pretend to be drunk." the gold Lord was very dissatisfied. He held her waist and didn't let her fall. However, she was getting heavier and heavier. It was important to hold her with both hands: "is this really drunk?"

Lower your head and look at her face. Her cheeks are full of drunk color and red like dripping blood. The good-looking eyes were also tightly closed, the mouth was slightly tooted, and the lips were congested and red like crystal jelly, which made him want to bite.

He dimmed the light, took off his mask, lowered his head and bit her lip.

Not bad!

It was soft, hot and waxy. There was a natural fragrance of Osmanthus fragrans and a refreshing smell of red wine. These were all his favorite flavors. He was a little happy and bit her with his head down.

The bite was a little heavy this time. She gave a sound of pain and could have moved her lips. Touch his lips, and instinctively put his lips into his mouth, not light but not heavy, sucking, gnawing, chewing, like eating a lollipop.

"Hum!" he was so comfortable that he had never had a wonderful feeling, a little painful and itchy. He wanted more when he scratched his heart, but he couldn't bear to break this wonderful state. He held back his desire, closed his eyes and sank into this wonderful feeling.

She didn't know it was his lips. She just thought it was something to eat. She sucked and stopped, chewed and bit. She also lifted up his tongue and bit. She vomited out when there was no smell. Don't