949. Chapter 949 Don't allow your other men to be together 415
An Xia was struggling. She was supporting the bed with one hand and resting on his chest with the other. Unexpectedly, Yan Shaodi suddenly moved. She was unsteady and pressed her whole body on him. Her softness pressed against his strength.
She felt a slight pain in her solid chest and groaned.
Just as she was about to get up with support, she looked up and saw Yan Shaodi looking at her with dark and sharp eyes. She panicked and fell on him again.
An Xia was immediately embarrassed.
No matter what, she got up neatly, but the next moment, she fell into the burning chest again, and her waist was held by his hands like iron.
"An... An Xia?" Yan Shaodi thought he was dreaming.
How could it be her? He must be dreaming.
His eyes were brighter. Yes, he must have been dreaming before he saw her. Only in dreams would she have such a shy expression. Thinking of her indifference and ruthlessness towards him tonight, he couldn't help but feel pain in his heart.
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Yan Shaodi was different from ordinary people. When he was drunk, his eyes looked a hundred times sharper than normal. He didn't look drunk at all.
But in fact, the drunker he got, the crazier things he did.
Just like he had a fierce fight with Tan Yifeng just now, almost destroying everything in the house, but he was not hurt at all, but he had no idea what happened.
At this time, he was really drunk and had no idea that An Xia in his arms was real. He only thought it was a dream.
"Let me go, Mr. Yan, you are hugging me so hard that I can't breathe." She blushed and wanted to struggle, but he hugged her tighter. The two of them were too close. She happened to come out too quickly and only wore one piece of clothing.
The thin and light dress stuck to her like this, and she quickly felt the physiological reaction of his body.
In panic, I found that he had closed his eyes again.
She tried to struggle, but she was pressed tightly against him. He seemed to think she was too troublesome and wrapped one foot around her, making it impossible for her to move at all.
"Yan Shaodi..." She called his name softly.
No response.
"Yan Shaodi..." improved a bit.
Still no response.
"Yan Shaodi, please let me go."
Still no response, eyes still closed tightly.
An Xia couldn't laugh or cry, whether he was really drunk or fake. The moment he opened his eyes, his eyes didn't look like a drunk at all.
It looked like he was really drunk.
An Xia felt a little safer and gave up struggling. She raised her head slightly and stared at him. Her face was as if God had carefully carved angular lines without any flaws.
Normally, his eyes are quite sharp and cold, and even the lines of his lips are cruel and intimidating.
Perhaps he was drunk and his vigilance had weakened a lot. His long and curved eyelashes were like fans, casting soft shadows under the light.
When did this man come into her heart little by little? There was no warning at all.
Didn’t you hate him so much before?
Why among all the memories, there is only what he did for her.
It turns out that human memory is really strange. It always blocks out all unhappy memories, leaving only happy ones.
It is undeniable that her time in Ireland was short, but it was the most touching and contradictory time for her.
Her hands unconsciously caressed his face. The sharp-edged lines were so familiar, but she couldn't help but be fascinated by them.
An Xia didn't know that her touch was a kind of torture to Yan Shaodi, as if he was being led by a ignited fire.
He suddenly grabbed her hand, turned over, and pressed An Xia on top of her.