After taking the photo, Gu Qi took it seriously and shook it in front of Fan Jue.
"Is my skills good?"
Fan Jue looked at himself and Gu Qi in the photo and felt that this photo should have existed long ago.
Gu Qi: "Let me send it out..."
Van Jue: "???"
"Who are you going to send it to?"
Alex's name wandered around Gu Qi's mind and broke into four unrelated words. The twisted foreign names are a great challenge for Gu Qi who is now drunk.
.
But she remembers sending it to the person in her address book.
She flipped through Fanjue's address book.
"Strange...why didn't it?"
Being hugged by Princess Fan, Gu Qi was drunk and poked and poked her with her cell phone. After a while, she couldn't find anyone, and the alcohol came up. Gu Qi simply stopped looking for her.
"I look so good in a wedding dress, no one can share it..."
Fanjue looked at Gu Qi who was muttering and laughed.
"You are beautiful today."
Gu Qi slowly raised her eyes, and her chaotic mind made her memory seem to be confused. Fan Jue's handsome face magnified in front of her eyes, and the past and present lives were mixed together, like a dream, something illusory
Not real.
"Why didn't I notice just now? You look so pretty."
As he said that, Gu Qi reached out to wipe Fanjue's cheek.
Fan Jue: "…"
Gu Qi burped.
"Brother, you are so beautiful. You look like the type I like. You look so beautiful. Do you want to go back with me to be the wife of the village?"
Fan Jue looked at the woman with a smirk in his arms, and he seemed to have become the good woman who was teased by the female bandit leader.
"You're drunk."
Fanjue sighed, hugged Gu Qi and walked onto the bed.
Gu Qi: "Don't make trouble, I'm not drunk for a thousand cups, okay?" He looked at the bed close at hand and smiled.
"Miss is quite proactive."
Fan Jue: "…"
Seeing Gu Qi's skin on her neck and shoulders slightly red, Fan Jue realized that she might have drunk too much.
As soon as she was putting her on the soft bed, Fan Jue's neck suddenly stretched out his hand to pull Gu Qi, and his whole body fell down uncontrollably. The moment before he pressed against her, he supported the bed with his elbow.
It wasn't enough to cover her weight.
"Hehe." Gu Qi, who had done something bad, looked like a fairy who had successfully played a prank, squinted her eyes and smiled with a cunning look on her face.
The fruit fragrance was accompanied by the fragrance of wine, accompanied by Gu Qi's breathing, splattered on Fan Jin's face.
Somewhat warm.
Fanjue watched Gu Qi rushing repeatedly on his tight string and teasing her, her blood seemed to boil little by little, and the itch on her heart became stronger and stronger.
Unconsciously, my breathing became rapid.
Wheat-colored fingers rubbed over the white, red satin-like skin.
The soft and tender touch under his fingertips rolled and the hot temperature seemed to burn directly on his heart.
Fan Jue's eyes became deeper and deeper, like the bottomless cold pond. When he looked at Gu Qi, he seemed to be brewing flames hidden in the snow and ice, which would never go out.
[The meaning of a man giving women clothes is to take them off with his own hands.]
Mu Yao's words echoed in Fan Jue's mind by a stranger.
Looking at Gu Qi, who was scattered on the white bed, with redness on his shoulders, earlobes and corners of his eyes.
She was laughing like a succubus who bewitched people's hearts at midnight.