Drunk and under the influence of drugs, Nangong You's thoughts were completely confused. How could there be any distinction between men and women? She wanted to take a bath, but there seemed to be a living creature in front of her, so of course she asked for his help...
"Where is the bathroom?" The good hygiene habits she had developed over a long period of time allowed her to hold on to his clothes and sit up even when she was extremely tired, and then climbed unsteadily under the bed.
It was just that her strength was not enough. As soon as she slipped out of bed, she stumbled and fell down.
"Hey!" He supported her in time, and when his big palm touched her soft body, a moment of throbbing flashed through his heart - he also drank wine, and now the warm jade fragrance was in his arms, and he couldn't help but feel the surge of blood.
...And, most importantly, it is a face that is 70% similar to Tong Yao!
Back then, when he and Tong Yao were engaged, he had thought about having a relationship with her, and even thought despicably: If the rice is cooked, she will be his forever...
This situation and scene are not like those years ago, they are similar to those years ago
"What are you doing standing there? Take me to the bathroom!" Nangong You growled irritably. While speaking, he had already pulled off the robe wrapped around him...
Subconsciously, she still vaguely remembered that a disgusting man had taken off her clothes. They were so dirty! So she must wash them off now and make them clean!
The effect of the medicine became stronger and stronger, and the moment of coolness when she took off her robe made her involuntarily arch her delicate body and lean against Qin Qiaotian next to her...
A spark can turn into a prairie fire in a blink of an eye
When Qin Qiaotian woke up completely, it was already two hours later. He pulled away from the wetness and greasiness and stared blankly at the pool of bright red on the sheets——
Did they just...really do it?
The little woman beneath her huddled up, her fair body covered with ambiguous traces of love. The medicine on her body had been removed, but her skin was still seductively pink and delicate.
The long black hair like seaweed was scattered on the sheets, and the hair was filled with wet water droplets, spreading throughout the room - on the bed, on the floor, in the bathroom...
Qin Qiaotian didn't know how everything happened. He only remembered that he helped her into the bathroom in a daze, helped her take a bath, but he was also wet. In the end, he simply took off his clothes, did enough foreplay inside, and then
She took it out and then... did it
Did he regard her as Tong Yao? Or was it the instinct of desire? He couldn't tell clearly, but it was definitely not because he loved her. No matter what the reason was, it was unfair to Nangong You!
Qin Qiaotian held his forehead in frustration, went to the bathroom to clean himself up, and quickly got dressed and came out.
what to do?
When a man and woman have a "deep contact" accident while drunk, the usual follow-up question is the conflict of "whether they are responsible or not." What Qin Qiaotian is worried about now is - should he be responsible for her?
She was still such an immature girl, but he took possession of her in a night of confusion, which might ruin her life. How could he bear it? How could he just walk away?
In terms of love, he is definitely a gentleman
After covering the woman on the bed with a quilt, he had already made a decision in his mind, and sat down on the chair by the floor-to-ceiling window, waiting for the arrival of dawn...
five o'clock in the morning
The room was still dark, and the warm light on the wall cast a soft luster on the pure white quilt, reflecting a small bulge in the quilt.
She curled up her body and was still sleeping deeply. It was an insecure sleeping position, and it was an instinctive reaction when people were threatened or hurt...
Qin Qiaotian twitched the corner of his mouth bitterly: Did he hurt her?
Another cigarette butt was burned on his slender fingertips, and the choking smell of smoke almost filled the entire room. He rubbed his brows in frustration, simply put out the cigarette, and turned his gaze to the window - she still had two hours.
, it’s time to wake up?
The cell phone in his pocket vibrated at the right time. He took it out and saw that it was a call from the city government office.
At this time?
He looked at the still dark sky outside, feeling a little ominous in his heart, thinking that something big must have happened!
"Mayor! Is it convenient for you to come now?" The call was connected, and the person on the other side was so anxious that his voice seemed to be crying, "The viaduct fence in the West District was damaged, two cars fell, and seven people died.
Reporters and family members are making a fuss around the government building..."
"...I know." He frowned. He quickly judged the difficulty of the whole matter, put down the phone and stood up.
Just as I walked to the door, I thought of something again, turned back and took out a piece of white paper on the bedside table, left my handwriting with a pen, and then placed it in the most conspicuous place...