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His body stiffened almost invisibly, and then returned to its original state, with a faint smile on his mouth, following her groping on him.
It seems that no one has dared to touch him so casually for a long time. But strangely, he was not disgusted.
She fumbled her hand in his jacket pocket for a long time. She didn't find anything, and grunted vaguely. She fumbled towards his lower body, her little hand, fumbled east and west, but she didn't find a fight. Trouser pockets.
Chu Huan was a little anxious, "mouth... pocket... pocket..."
"Here." Xiao Moye pressed Chu Huan's hand and put her hand into his trouser pocket.
The lady boss watching this scene, somehow, blushed a little, and felt that the pair in front of them was full of ambiguity that made people think about it. Especially this man, who is so patient with the woman, if she is still twenty years younger, she is probably a nymphomaniac.
Chu Huan fumbled into his trouser pocket, touched the wallet, and then a silly smile appeared on his face. Taking out the wallet from Xiao Moye's trouser pocket, she looked through it drunkly, and inside it was a wad of hundred yuan bills.
She flipped it, did not find the change, and looked at him with a tilted head, "No... 4 yuan."
"Just take a hundred yuan to find money." He touched her head and thought she was really cute at the moment.
She seemed to understand what he was saying, she really found out one hundred yuan and handed it to the lady boss, who was busy looking for change.
Chu Huan slowly stuffed the change into her wallet, she stuffed it very slowly, and Xiao Moye also stood aside, letting her waste time.
The proprietress smiled and said, "Sir, you really spoil your girlfriend." There are many young couples who come to this shop, but no man can be so patient with a drunk woman.
"Come on?" Xiao Mo smiled nightly and looked at Chu Huan who was still stuffing money. Is he petting her? is it possible
In City B, I am afraid that no woman can afford Xiao Moye's "favor"!
Leaving the small restaurant, Xiao Moye drove the car and asked where Chu Huan lived. Of course, he can leave and let her feel for home. For women, he has no habit of sending people home. But when he saw her shaking and almost hitting a tree with her head, he didn't want to leave her alone like this.
Chu Huan lives in the staff dormitory of Shengjingxuan, which is only a 20-minute drive from the small restaurant. In the car, Chu Huan still hummed and sang songs, from love selling and singing to the imperial concubine being drunk.
Don't say, although I am drunk and my five tones are incomplete, the lyrics are really correct.
After singing, she smiled happily, and asked him who was driving, "Do you know how to sing..." She couldn't help but hiccup again.
"Yes, but I don't like to sing." His lips still had a habitual smile.
She blinked her eyes as if she had listened to him. After a while, her eyes somehow focused on his fingers. The slender, well-knotted fingers looked really beautiful... very beautiful … "Then… Can you play the piano?" she asked, tilting her head.
"No," he replied.
A disappointed expression suddenly appeared on her face, "It's a pity... If... Well, if you can play the piano, it would be great. Your hands... If you can play the piano, it should be very suitable... When I was a kid, I really envied those who learned. The classmate who plays the piano..." she babbled, talking nonsense, and most of the words did not follow the preface.
He listened, but didn't feel disgusted. Suddenly, he heard her soft voice in his ear, "Xiao... Xiao Moye... Can you touch your hand for me..."
From the corner of his eye, she saw her staring at his hand with a longing gaze.
If Chu Huan is sober, I'm afraid she can't say anything like this, but she is drunk, drunk, and sometimes what she says and does, even she herself is confused, just in an instinctive way. Ideas to talk and do.
His foot stepped on the brake, and the car slowly stopped on the side of the road. In the night, the lights in the carriage made it easy for him to see every expression on her face.
Her white cheeks were still red, the focus of her sight was a bit unstable, and her bright black apricot eyes were full of drunkenness.
He moved his hand away from the steering wheel and lay it out in front of her, "Like my hand?"
Her head nodded and nodded.
He laughed, and her confession at this moment made him unexpectedly comfortable. He handed his hand forward a little further, his attitude acquiesced to her previous request.
She half-opened her eyes, and the drunkenness of wine made her want to sleep, but she was reluctant to bear such beautiful hands in front of her. As if she had suddenly obtained a fun toy, she held his hand, touched each of his fingers, squeezed his knuckles, and then poked his fingertips.
She was like a child, playing so hard, with her head half-down, her mouth crooked. And he, I am afraid, for the first time, being played with his fingers like this.
He could feel the softness of her hands, and the skin on the palms of her hands was very tender.
After playing for a while, she flattened his right hand, and then pressed her left hand, her palms pressed against her palms, "... so big..." she murmured. Such a comparison shows the petiteness of her hands even more.
"Will you...play the piano..." she muttered and shook his hand, "I have sang a lot of songs for you, you... you... you want to play a piano song for me... uh... listen …" she said laboriously, "I... I like listening to "Water Monster"..."
After speaking, she seemed to be satisfied again. She closed her eyes and leaned on the seat like this, seeming to fall asleep deeply.
The pitch-black line of sight, fixedly staring at her, his fingers ran across her lips, and the soft lips pressed a shallow mark under his fingertips.
His head lowered slowly, his face was facing her sleeping face, and the elegant voice seemed to mumble and ask, "Want to listen to me playing the piano, Chu Huan, are you qualified?"
Are you qualified to let him learn piano for her? Is it qualified to let him play for her? Or should she be qualified to make him take her drunkenness seriously
No, this woman is actually not qualified at all, is it!
Suddenly, those black and bright apricot eyes opened suddenly, her eyes seemed to be looking at him, and her lips were gently opened, and the tip of her tongue was actually licking his fingers on her lips. tip.