Host, You're Targeted

Tingyuan was drunk and his sight was blurred.

He grabbed the edge of the table and shook his head violently. The range of action was too large, and he directly shook himself to the ground.

Court yuan is muddled for a while, just kick open stool, hum to cry.

"Young master! It bullies me, sobbing... "

Yanhuai put the cup of good wine on the table, and half knelt beside Tingyuan to hold his waist to prevent him from falling down.

"Who bullied you?" Yan Huai held the court yuan's face and carefully wiped the tears on his cheek, "don't you want to drink? Do you still drink it? "

Tingyuan curled his mouth and nodded Drink

Yan Huai looked at him, his eyes suddenly became deep. He took back the hand on the side of Tingyuan's face, picked up the glass of wine on the table and drank it himself.

After witnessing all this, the court yuan, who had no time to make a sound, was kissed by Yan Huai.

The mellow and sweet wine was swallowed by Tingyuan bit by bit. Some of it could not be hidden. It slipped down the corner of his lips and fell on the floor.

Yan Huai with a glass of wine, from the inside to the outside of the hard to beg for a time.

When he let go of Tingyuan, Tingyuan stretched out a little bit of his tongue and panted.

Tingyuan is really drunk. I can't remember anything.

After being drunk, Tingyuan won't get drunk and go mad. He will only do what Yanhuai asks him to do.

"Still drink?" Yan Huai asked.

Just now when he was feeding wine, Tingyuan choked. He gasped and coughed twice. He hung his head and shook his head, "no more."

So Yan Huai put away the wine cup and half of the wine jar left. He helped the stool which was kicked aside by Tingyuan and put it under the table. Then he went to hold Tingyuan who was sleeping on the ground.

"Court yuan."

"Well Young master, hold it. " Court yuan half open eyes, was Yanhuai holding sitting on the table.

The table top has been emptied by Yan Huai. He stands between his legs, pinching his chin and rubbing it gently.

Tingyuan's scratched heart itched, shrinking his neck to hide, "Oh, itching!"

"Itchy?" Yan Huai took back his hand and propped up on the table, "can you give me a kiss?"

Court yuan eyes can not open, he nodded vaguely, almost fell into Yan Huaihuai.

Yanhuai laughed and took off the hairpin on the back of Tingyuan's head. He walked forward a little and bit his lips.

Tingyuan was bit sober a bit, raised his hand powerlessly against Yan Huai's shoulder and gave him a light blow.

Like a cat with all its sharp claws shaved off, no attack is worth mentioning.

Yan Huai is standing in front of the table, holding the waist of court yuan and cleaning him up.

Tingyuan is completely drunk, and the blush on his face doesn't know whether it is because he is drunk or because of something else.

Tingyuan is gasped by Yan Huai's kiss, grabbing Yan Huai's clothes and panting in a low voice.

The panting soon filled the modest room.

Yan Huai pulls the clothes of court yuan down a bit and bit on the mole at the end of his clavicle.

Tingyuan was bitten and snorted, and the only little sleepiness disappeared.

I don't know which window is leaking in the room, and the court yuan, whose clothes are almost faded, is shaking.

Yan Huai finally stopped in his mole on the act of mischief, raised his face and asked him: "cold?"

Tingyuan pitifully shrinks into his arms, trying to absorb temperature from him.

Yanhuai took him down from the table, let him cross his legs around his waist, bit his ear tip and asked in a low voice, "shall we change places?"