Song Zhao is the type of person who will get up to you as soon as you drink.

I drank a glass of wine before and I drank it very quickly.

At this moment, the beautiful peach-colored look on the face and neck, and the eyes were gently flowing, with only one charming and charming.

Who can refuse all her requests when she is watched by such a beautiful woman?

My heart was filled with emotion, and I actively poured a full glass of wine and sent it respectfully.

Because Si Yu was staring at him.

The face-to-face didn't dare to go too far, and I thought I could just send it to Song Zhao.

But Song Zhao lowered his head, bit the wine cup, and drank it while sucking it.

Si Yu turned his head.

Watching Song Zhao leaning weakly on the chair, her eyebrows and eyes were so intoxicated, she held the sandal hair that had fallen on her shoulders with one hand, her shoulders were slightly lowered, and her red lips kept sucking the wine, and her throat was sliding up and down.

Her eyes were low and her eyelashes were long, her eyebrows were bent, and her head was lowered to reveal a piece of her fair neck. Everything belonged to him.

She was charming to others, gentle and considerate to others, and whispered softly.

It was obvious that it was only for him before.

Now I am watching others, but I can’t see him anymore.

When Song Zhao drank halfway through the wine, Si Yu snatched the wine cup beside him.

He raised his head and drank the remaining wine, threw the wine glass to the ground, then grabbed the armrest of her chair, half-squatted down, parallel to her sight.

Song Zhao's eyes were drunk and red, and he tilted his head slightly, facing the man who was breathing heavily.

His face pressed against her knees and begged quietly, "Don't look at others."

"Song Zhao, look at me,"

"Just one glance."

A hoarse voice sounded in her ears, and her breath was filled with hot heat, as if torn apart the air around her.

"Please."

Song Zhao did not respond for a moment.

After pausing for a while, he raised his hand slowly and put his palm on the man's face.

Si Yu's eyes were red and he felt very uncomfortable.

The bloody mist in the eyes seemed to be about to cry.

He is like a dog, begging for the care of his master in humbly.

"Did you know what you know now?" Song Zhao asked.

Si Yu held Song Zhao's wrist and kept rubbing his face into her palm, greedy and eager.

He heard Song Zhao's drunken voice, Qingling was pleasant to hear, "I like your attitude and your attitude when I don't like you, which one do you want?"

The light laughter woke Si Yu like thunder.

He froze for a moment, his eye shadow trembled heavily.

He finally understood why Song Zhao was so indifferent to him.

It was because he didn't believe she would like him, so she simply let him experience it personally, what it means to not like.

Then she didn't like her cold attitude, and she had previously been on everything she had after her three assassinations failed...

Just like it.

The eyes were darkened inch by inch.

The man breathed for a moment, and then he became thicker.

And she was asking him at this moment what kind of thing he wanted.

Of course it is.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the girl's soft and fragrant body, and carried her on her shoulders, and ran to the inner courtyard like crazy.
Chapter completed!