Yan Weile snatched the wine jar from her hands, "Lingxiu, you are not unable to drink. [26nbsp;]"

He still remembered that she didn't have a slight amount of alcohol.

It's just that he was wrong. He didn't have it before, which doesn't mean that she doesn't have it now...

"No, Lingxiu just wants to accompany Brother Yan to drink. This jar is for you, I... take another jar..." Zhong Lingxiu stumbled out of the table and hugged him again, grabbed it and touched the jar in Yan Weile's hand, and muttered, "Cheers."

Seeing that Yan Wei couldn't move, she just held her forehead, as if she was trying to wake up, she curled her lips and stroked a strange smile.

"Okay, I'll drink with Lingxiu." Looking at Zhong Lingxiu with red cheeks, Yan Weile had no choice but to lift the wine jar in his hand and drank it all in big mouthfuls. In addition to the smell of alcohol in the room, there seemed to be a faint fragrance in the air, which made people feel confused.

Yan Weile walked with his feet and his body shaking. Zhong Lingxiu quickly helped him sit on the edge of the bed and poured him into the soft bedding as he poured him into the soft bedding.

The smell of aphrodisiac was floating in the air. It climbed up to his chest, with the eyes particularly clear, and the hands stretched out were weak and boneless, untied Yan Weile's clothes.

Very hot...

Yan Weile kept murmuring, his eyes filled with turbidity. He grabbed Zhong Lingxiu's wrist and refused to let go. Only such touch can reduce the physical discomfort.

The thick callous palms were confused and began to erode the softness under his hands bit by bit. He turned over and pressed her under his body. The passionate kiss fell like a sudden rain, full of madness and wildness, and had completely lost his previous rationality and thoughts.

This aphrodisiac is indeed domineering. The smile on Zhong Lingxiu's face was a little distorted due to the pain...

"Brother Yan, be gentle, ah..."

Never want to get rid of her. Yan Weile, you won’t know what you don’t know and will definitely not take responsibility.

In the early morning, it was clear and the birds outside the window began to chirp. Xiaoqin, who was getting up early, pushed open the door with a copper basin, and found that the lady was not here. Where did she go so early?

He put the copper basin on the shelf in wonder. Xiaoqin picked up the brush on the table. The ink had not dried up yet. It seemed that the lady was drawing pictures all night. What was so important? The lady actually stayed up all night.

Shaking her head, the lady would naturally tell her when she wanted to say it.

At this time, Qiyin, who was muttered by Xiaoqin, suddenly sneezes and rubs her nose, muttering in her mouth that who was thinking about her in the Qing Dynasty?

She didn't sleep all night, and finally drew out the drawings she wanted. She smiled and closed the drawings she was holding in her arms. She couldn't wait to share her thoughts with Yan Weile. Although the markings were very detailed, she still did not dare to express the expectations that he could accept.

Thinking about Yan Weile's words yesterday, I still felt a little relieved. It really took some time to forget that they were alone, not to mention that they still had a friendship from childhood to adulthood.

I just don’t know if he can really fulfill his promise when he returns to Shengjing. If he can’t do it, as long as he speaks, she will choose to leave with dignity.

Qiyin stood at the door of Yan Weile's room, and felt a little hesitant when he reached out to knock on the door.

She forgot the jet lag. She was so early, and I don’t know if he got up. She patted her forehead and was upset that she was a little stupid.
Chapter completed!