Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

Clearly not drunk, but also pretend to be drunk and enslave her.

He put his arm on her shoulder, and Zhining laboriously helped him to sit down by the bed.

When he sat down, he fell back.

It seems that I'm really drunk and have no strength.

It looks like it.

Zhining took his arm and shook it. "Hey, I haven't drunk the Jiejiu soup yet."

The man didn't move.

She had to kneel down beside him and bend over to pat his handsome face. "You haven't drunk Jiejiu soup yet. You'll have a headache tomorrow."

I don't know which word touched him. His closed eyes opened. Those dark eyes, deep like the sea, coagulated quietly.

"I don't want to drink."

Say no?

It was cooked by myself. Zhizhi would rather not allow him to refuse. He pulled him up with brute force, "I can't help drinking. I cooked it myself. I must drink it!"

It's too embarrassing not to drink.

Zhining dragged him up at last.

Mu Shaoyan pressed donkey hide gelatin. Although he took a bath, there was still a faint smell of wine on him. His low voice was also a little hoarse. "It's hard to drink too much. I can't drink anything now. "

"You deserve it." Zhining muttered, "who let you drink so much wine."

Raise your eyes and glance at her.

He seemed to be really angry.

Mu Shaoyan didn't speak, but he didn't dare to refute her.

For a moment, he didn't move and didn't want to drink at all. He was rather childish and had no temper.

"OK, just don't drink. Tomorrow's headache is you, not me. I don't care. "

After that, I don't care about him.

Go straight out.

"Where are you going?" Seeing that she was leaving, Mu Shaoyan was in a hurry.

"Go to the guest room to sleep."

After a pause, she added, "I don't want to sleep with a drunkard."

drunkard?

He?

Mu Shaoyan refused.

He acted quickly and caught her before she could react.

"What are you doing?"

Zhining struggled twice. He had long hands and legs, so he circled her so tightly that she couldn't move.

She looks like a silkworm pupa bound to death.

"It's getting late. Have a rest."

Mu Shaoyan buried his head in the nest of her neck and whispered.

"You like this, how can I sleep?"

"Close your eyes and sleep."

Zhining: "

Is that what she means?

Asshole!

After a while, Zhining's legs were numb. She couldn't bear to ask, "can you loosen me?"

“……”

"My legs are numb."

“……”

"Let me move."

“……”

"All right?"

Suddenly, the man turned over and pressed her.

"Since you're not sleepy, let's have an activity together."

……

The next day.

Zhining opened her eyes, her confused eyes blinked, and her consciousness came back.

Half open curtains, the sun shines through the glass from the white gauze curtain.

She sat up in surprise. "What time is it?"

The man who came out of the bathroom had changed his robe and put on his home clothes.

"This Saturday, don't go to work."

Zhining lies down dejectedly, "I'm scared to death. I thought I was late."

After lying down for a while, he noticed that someone came to the bed. Zhining turned over and turned her back to him.

Mu Shaoyan leaned over, and before his outstretched hand touched her face, she was facing it behind her back, and suddenly had no choice but to smile.

"I still have a job. I'll go to the company first. Take you out to dinner at night, huh? "

This was the first time he had invited her out to dinner since that unhappy time.

She was tossed a little hard last night. Now she's sore and doesn't want to go anywhere.