Zhuo Yilin once suspected that she was pretending to be drunk.
But her unclear speech, blurred eyes, and unstable center of gravity don't seem like she's just pretending. Otherwise, her acting skills would be perfect.
Moreover, she didn't pay attention at all when she kissed him. Her teeth hit her lips hard, making a "pop" sound, and both of them groaned in pain.
Even so, it couldn't stop the two deeply attracted souls.
Fisher transformed into a wolf, attacking verbally while breaking through obstacles.
Zhuo Yilin took off his coat after returning home, leaving only a shirt on him. How could he withstand Miss Fei's bravery?
In just a moment, Dr. Zhuo was already naked.
On the other hand, the "initiator" was actually wearing thick cotton clothes, sweating profusely due to the heat, and his cheeks became more and more rosy.
Zhuo Yilin held her face and tried to restrain himself: "Xiaoxue... please wake up, do you know what you are doing?"
Fisher smiled stupidly, touched his tight abdominal muscles with her hands, and praised: "You can't tell... you are not thin at all, hehe..."
"..." Zhuo Yilin was so aroused by her that her heartbeat was chaotic and her ears were full of noise.
Thinking about the small umbrella that the promoter forced into her hands while shopping in the mall during the day, Zhuo Yilin fell into a battle between heaven and man.
He has confidence in his character and will not marry anyone else except Fisher in this life.
It’s bound to happen sooner or later anyway…
Moreover, judging from today's situation, he is still a "victim".
So when someone wakes up tomorrow, you won’t blame him, right?
While he was still weighing the left and right, Fisher had already put aside his hand, jumped down and bit him on the neck.
"Hiss..." Zhuo Yilin felt that the Tianling Cap was so painful that it almost tilted up.
"Xiaoxue, don't regret it when you wake up tomorrow..." The man's handsome facial features wrinkled up. After leaving these words, he couldn't bear it anymore.
He turned over and threw his girlfriend onto the sofa. Before the drunk Miss Fei could react, he had the upper hand and pinned the girl underneath him.
But Fisher was still wearing a heavy cotton suit, which was really in the way, so he started without hesitation and pulled down the zipper of the cotton suit with a "chuck" sound.
Just when he was about to take the next step, Fisher unexpectedly came back to his thoughts and suddenly protested weakly: "Zhuo Yilin, what are you doing...bastard! I really...misjudged you..."
"Xiaoxue, you - um." He wanted to explain, but just as he opened his mouth, Fisher got the strength to kick him away without knowing where he came from.
塿咚!
Zhuo Yilin let out a cry of pain, covered his lower abdomen with his hands, fell heavily from the sofa to the ground, and curled up into a ball.
Fisher lay there, still panting, staring at the ceiling, the whole world spinning.
"Where are you...Zhuo Yilin...where are you -" She turned around with a smile and saw the men crouching on the ground. They were all curled up into a ball. She burped and asked, "You...why?"
What are you doing? What are you doing lying on the ground? Hehe, I’ll accompany you, and I’ll also lie down on the ground..."
Before she finished speaking, she wanted to roll over and roll down.
Zhuo Yilin quickly stretched out his hand but had no time to stop him.
Fisher fell down and whined in pain again. Such a tossing made his stomach churn.
Hearing her "vomit" sound, Zhuo Yilin knew that she was about to vomit, so he quickly stood up despite the pain and carried the trash can over.
The action is fast enough and timely enough.
Fisher lay on the ground, holding the trash can, and vomited till he was in a daze.
Zhuo Yilin knelt down and sat beside him. His lower abdomen was still in unbearable pain. A thin layer of sweat broke out all over his body, and his mind gradually sobered up.
You really deserve it...
He actually wanted to do the most intimate thing between lovers with a little drunkard.
How could she be obedient and cooperative?
Even if he succeeds, if she wakes up tomorrow with no memory, she will probably charge him with "forced" or "abducted".
After Fisher finished vomiting, his rationality completely failed. He sat softly on the ground, leaning against the sofa, drowsy, and kept mumbling.
Zhuo Yilin has calmed down.
Don't think about anything else tonight, just take good care of this little witch.
After relieving the heartbreaking pain, he supported his body and climbed up, hugged Fisher's armpits, and lifted her onto the sofa again.
Fisher was as soft as mud. He fell down and was still chanting sutras in his mouth.
"Zhuo Yilin... where are you... do you know, I miss you very much..."
"Big liar... He promised to come back to see me and leave for a few months..."
"Zhuo Yilin... come back soon, I miss you, I miss you so much... so... I miss you..."
Zhuo Yilin felt sour in her heart after hearing this. She got up and went to the bathroom to wring out a hot towel and wipe her face and hands carefully.
The effect of the alcohol was getting stronger and stronger, and the girl muttered, her voice gradually getting weaker and weaker, until her eyes closed completely and she fell into a deep sleep.
Zhuo Yilin cleaned her up and sat on the edge of the sofa so tiredly.
The residual pain in his lower abdomen was still a clear reminder of what had just happened, but looking at that rosy and quiet little face and her gentle rising and falling breathing, there was nothing he could do but sigh.
He stood up and pulled her clothes together to prevent her from catching cold.
As soon as she moved, she clung to her hands like a reflex, said something vaguely but couldn't hear anything clearly, and even turned over to lie on her side.
Zhuo Yilin was afraid that she would fall again and did not dare to walk away. He put the towel aside and freed his hands to bend down and gently pick up the girl who was sleeping like a little stupid pig.
When he put her on the bed, he held the girl's upper body in his arms and did not let her lie down directly. With difficulty, he freed his hand and quietly, like a thief, took off her thick cotton clothes.
This time, Fisher probably didn't notice it and obediently didn't move.
After laying her down, Zhuo Yilin stood up and pulled the quilt over her, covering her carefully.
This was not the first time that he had taken care of a drunk Fisher, but each time it left a deep impression on him.
This time is no exception.
The fuss was non-stop all night, sometimes he wanted to drink water, sometimes he said it was hot, sometimes he wanted to hug him, and sometimes he kicked him away and turned over to sleep.
Throughout the night, Zhuo Yilin was exhausted from her torture.
Finally, as dawn was about to arrive, Fisher probably fell asleep completely after the alcohol had almost exhausted its effects.
Zhuo Yilin was too sleepy and too lazy to move. He simply climbed onto the bed and pulled some quilts around his waist. He closed his eyes and fell into sleep.
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The rain and snow for many days finally stopped, and early in the morning, the sounds of children playing and laughing could be heard outside.
But in the room, the two of them were still sleeping soundly.
Until Zhuo Yilin's cell phone rang.
He slowly woke up, raised his head, looked around, reached out to touch the pillow and the bedside table, only to find that the phone was not in the bedroom.
Still very sleepy, I forced myself to sit up.
Feeling something heavy on his waist, he opened the quilt and took a look. Fisher was sleeping with his back stretched out, one leg draped over him and half of his body close to him.
Thinking that the two of them were sleeping in the same bed, he was a little worried, so he carefully lifted the girl's legs and slowly moved back, moved...
"Mom...what are you doing, preventing people from sleeping..." Fisher muttered extremely impatiently without even opening his eyes.
Zhuo Yilin looked over, Mom?
Still sober?
He endured no response, continued to move back, and lowered Fisher's legs.
After finally escaping, he was about to stand up when his eyes raised and met a pair of quiet eyes, staring at him steadily like a cat.
Zhuo Yilin suddenly felt guilty and could only smile gently: "Are you awake?"
Fisher frowned, turned over, put a hand on his forehead, and thought quietly.
Zhuo Yilin couldn't figure out what she meant. He was only thinking about the still ringing cell phone, and stood up to explain: "I'm going to answer the phone."
Fei Xuemu was stunned, and before he could react, he had already hurried out.
There was only one person left in the room, and she let out a long sigh of relief. Her brain ached badly, and she was suffering from hangover effects.
She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples, trying to recall what happened last night, but... she couldn't remember clearly.
He opened the quilt and looked at himself. He was still wearing the same clothes he wore yesterday. In other words, even though they slept together last night, they still didn't have sex.
Ah! This is really...
"What's wrong? Do you have a headache?" She frowned, feeling mixed in her heart, when she suddenly heard the man's concerned voice.
I turned around and saw that this man was back holding his cell phone.
The two people's eyes met, and Fisher's eyes were extremely complicated, and he seemed to hate the iron.
But Zhuo Yilin misunderstood.
After an awkward moment, he walked in, his fair and handsome face still a little embarrassed, "Well... I was too tired to take care of you last night, so I fell asleep next to you, but don't worry, we were just sleeping."
Fisher curled his lips, his heart was in a mess, he slowly sat up and leaned on the bedside: "We are all sharing the same bed, just... just sleeping?"
So does he dare not or can’t he?
She took the initiative to get herself drunk because she was afraid that she would get stage fright if she was too nervous, so she created opportunities for him - but he didn't act?
Sure enough, the plots in romance novels and TV series are all lies!
What about having sex after drinking, what about being unable to control your emotions, what about burning firewood...
Why!
Zhuo Yilin thought she didn't believe it, so he raised his finger and pointed: "Really, look at how well you wear your clothes, and so do I..."
Fisher looked at himself and then at him.
At this glance, he suddenly discovered a problem and opened his eyes curiously: "Why is your mouth broken? And your neck...it looks like it was bitten by something?"
Zhuo Yilin blushed, raised his hand to touch the painful area on his neck, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What do you think?"
"What's the meaning?"
"You don't remember what you did to me last night?"
"What have I done?"
"You..." Dr. Zhuo recalled the overly intense scene last night. He originally wanted to save some face for his girlfriend, but after thinking about being tormented by her all night, he was really angry, so he told the truth, even a little embellished, "You
Last night, it was like a hungry wolf pounced on its food and almost devoured me alive. You did it to my mouth and neck, and you tore off all the buttons on my shirt."
The more he listened, the more excited he became, and the more his face changed, and then he suddenly sat up: "How, how is that possible? Don't talk nonsense!"
"It's absolutely true. You don't know what kind of wine you have?"
"..." Fisher was unable to refute this point.
When Qian Qian got married before, she got drunk at the wedding, and Zhuo Yilin sent her home. She spent the whole night in a state of ugliness.
She also vowed never to drink again, let alone get drunk, and she managed herself very well.
She did it on purpose last night. She wanted to say that she had bought all the small umbrellas and it was a festive holiday. It would be better for the two of them to just make a meal and it would not be in vain for her to come all the way.
Hey, who knows...
"Zhuo Yilin, please go out, I don't want to see you." Fei Xue was bored for a while, then suddenly got into bed irritably and chased people away angrily.
Dr. Zhuo was confused, "What's wrong? You don't believe it? I really didn't treat you last night..."
Thinking that his girlfriend didn't believe him as a person, the man became anxious and walked to the bedside to explain to her: "I really want to...but you hugged the clothes tightly and I couldn't be rude. Then you kicked me up and almost killed me."
——Then you started to vomit, so I had to take care of you quickly, so I didn’t have any other thoughts."
Fisher turned his head from half under the quilt with a look of surprise on his face, "What did you say? I hugged my clothes tightly? And I kicked you?"
Dr. Zhuo nodded, with a very strange look on his face, "You are even drunk, but you know how to protect yourself... But you flirted with me crazily first, and then you did that... It's really annoying..."
When he said this, he didn't know whether it was a compliment or a "taunt".
Fisher listened and saw that he looked serious and did not make up nonsense. He was so depressed that he roared in his heart.
Damn it!
Is she such a chaste and fierce woman?
She obviously got drunk on purpose last night just to give him a chance, to give each other a chance to be more intimate...
how come--
Pulling up the quilt to cover her head again, her mournful and wailing voice came from the quilt: "You go out, I want to be alone..."
"Xiaoxue, I——"
"Go out and say one more word, or I'll kick you again!"
"..."
This threat made Zhuo Yilin's belly tighten, and he immediately stopped talking.
"Then you can sleep a little longer, and I'll make breakfast and cook you some hangover soup." After saying these words, the man turned around and went out uneasily.
Fisher was bored in bed, unable to sleep, and had a headache.
I wanted to play with my mobile phone and find someone to express my depression to, but I turned over and found that my mobile phone was not in the bedroom.
I lay there bored for a while, still staring at the hangover and having a headache. I got up, took a shower, washed my hair and put on clothes.
As soon as it was finished, Zhuo Yilin knocked on the door and came in, "Xiaoxue... are you up? That's good, let's have breakfast."
"Um……"
Seeing that her face was pale and she didn't say much, Zhuo Yilin didn't dare to say anything and just watched her drying her hair silently.
Then he stepped forward, ready to take the hair dryer: "Let me help you."
"Need not."
"..." Zhuo Yilin saw that she was inexplicably angry, just like a two-foot-long monk, confused.
During breakfast, the man hesitated several times and asked softly: "Today...are you going to the hospital to visit Feng Qian? Feng Ru called just now to ask."
Fisher turned to look at him, "Go! Of course you have to go! My boyfriend's savior is my benefactor, how can I not go?"
Zhuo Yilin: "..."
After breakfast, Fisher went into the house again.
When I came out about half an hour later, my face was obviously wearing makeup, my facial features were more vivid, and my aura was stronger.
Zhuo Yilin's eyes were clearly filled with surprise, but he didn't dare to make a sound and remained silent.
However, Fisher seemed to be in a better mood and walked over and asked proactively: "Are you beautiful?"
Then he nodded, "Beautiful."
"Then let's go."
Feng Qian lives in a high-end private hospital. Because of Christmas, the hospital is much quieter than usual.
Fisher stepped on the snow, and her feet creaked. She couldn't help but deliberately stepped on it a few more times, jumping around like a child.
Seeing that she was back to being careless, Zhuo Yilin asked: "Xiaoxue, you were unhappy this morning...is it because I didn't do anything to you last night, so--"
He is not stupid, and he has known Fisher for several years and knows her well enough.
After thinking about it, I always felt that my girlfriend's expression when she woke up in the morning was not shy and angry, but regretful and disappointed.
Fisher was playfully kicking the thick snow on the ground. When he first heard him asking this question, his knees went weak and he almost fell down.
Zhuo Yilin quickly grabbed her.
"The ground, the ground is so slippery..." Fisher sneered, pretending not to hear what he said, and continued walking forward after standing firm, and casually asked, "By the way, how is Miss Feng recovering now? Can she?