Nan Yanyu stared at him with wide eyes, subconsciously swallowed the red wine he had passed, and suddenly felt a little dizzy.

Shi Jing Shen supported her hands on both sides and kissed her in her ear, "Happy New Year, A Yan."

Nan Yanyu heard it in his ears, lingering in his heart for a few times, and could not dissipate, but was pressed up by him, and the tiny kiss fell behind her ears, making her whole body soft, just hitting his lower arms, and lying backwards. He raised his hand and pulled it into his arms, but the kiss dragged the tip of his tongue down little by little, leaving a few wet marks on her fair neck.

Nan Yanyu felt uncomfortable all over and raised her hand to push him away, "Shi Dao..."

The man seemed to have not heard of it, and opened his mouth and bit her delicate and prominent collarbone, spitting out a breath of turbid air.

"A Yan..." He called out softly, looking up at her eyes, and the breaths of the two people sprayed together in the air and slowly blended together, lingering and affectionate. He continued to whisper in a hoarse voice, "This is my room."

Although Nan Yanyu was disturbed by him, she couldn't concentrate at all. She felt confused when she heard what he said. She thought it was already at this time and even said nonsense in her usual daily life.

She was thinking about his nonsense, but her body suddenly became empty and was picked up by him, and her lips were blocked again.

He knew something was going to happen. Nan Yanyu raised his hand and wanted to push him, but he placed it on the bed. He supported his hands on both sides, leaned over and laughed hoarsely in her ear, "This is my bed."

His fingertips were slightly cold, and she held her skin trembling. He smiled softly, as if it had a deep meaning, "I slept here before I was twenty years old, do you know?"

I think you left some traces in my youth.

Nan Yanyu finally understood what he wanted to say. His blushing face turned red like a tomato, and he pushed him in shame but had no strength in his hand.

"Is that okay?" he asked.

All of this is true, he still has the heart to ask her.

Nan Yanyu blushed and turned her head away. He stopped and waited for a long time without any movement. He simply leaned over and rubbed her neck, similar to acting like a spoiled child, and asked patiently again.

"Okay." She replied for a moment, and finally said another sentence, "You turn off the lights."

"It's weird if I turn off the lights." He laughed softly, and wiped all her protests into her lips and teeth.

The fireworks outside the window were full of fire, and the fires rushed into the ink sky, exploded in an instant, reflecting the sky and earth like a burst of day.

At around three o'clock in the morning, Deep Field poured a glass of warm water and fed Nan Yanyu, which allowed her to fall asleep.

At around three o'clock in the morning, a new year's update appeared on Deep Field's Weibo, and a picture was also included.

A glass of bright red wine exudes a tempting atmosphere in the night and is placed on the small table in the bay window. The fireworks outside the bay window are brilliant and the curtains are flying.

The caption is: [First year, Happy New Year.]

There is absolutely no shortage of Weibo users who are still active even if they don’t sleep at night. The comments below quickly exceeded 10,000.

Actually: "Happy New Year Brother!"

Jiangnan Depth of Field: "Happy New Year Brother! Don't post a selfie?"

The little fan of Deep Field: "Happy New Year in the first year!!"

Shenshen: "Happy New Year! By the way, brother, what was the last time you were not familiar with?"

Jingli looked back at her deep thoughts: "Happy New Year! I love Su Si very much! I love you too!"

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Chapter completed!