354 Drunk and Charming Eyes
"Chu Huan, why should I be moved by you?" He asked in a low voice. It seemed to be asking her, and it seemed to be asking herself.
It was so sudden, and it was so unexpected to him. If someone told him when they met for the first time, he would be passionate about such a woman, he would definitely not believe it!
But now...
He used to think that women made no difference to him. But it turned out that it was just because I didn’t meet it. Once I met, I realized that there are some women who will make you care, make you angry, make you throb, and make you happy...
Does Duan Tang feel the same for her? Or, what she is like now, has also been shown in front of Duan Tang
Thinking about this, Xiao Moye's eyes darkened, and the curvature of the corners of his lips that had originally been raised slightly lowered.
Lifting his finger, the pad of his thumb gently rubbed her lips, "I knew it, maybe you shouldn't have forced you to drink today. If you are awake, you won't say you don't hate me." However, if he hadn't forced her to drink, he might not have discovered that he was so concerned about her in his heart.
"But even if it is Duan Tang, I have to fight for some things." He said in a low voice, a certain brilliance flashed in his eyes. Originally, I just wanted to know why Duan Tanghui was interested in her. Unexpectedly, the result was that I was planted in.
She shook her head, seeming to dislike him pressing her lips, her little hand pulled his hand away, and then her whole head was buried in the pillow, and she burped contentedly.
Xiao Moye smiled. Strictly speaking, Chu Huan was drunk, and it was a quiet one. He could only mumble a few times, and wouldn't be drunk and yelling.
He got up and walked into the bathroom. She had been vomited just now. Although the stained clothes were taken off, there was still a smell on his body.
The cold water rushed over her lean and sturdy body. Through the mist, Xiao Moye fixedly looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, and what appeared in her mind was her drunken and naive attitude.
Her drunken eyes, her smirk, her red lips, and her soft words... scenes flashed before his eyes. But the body was actually warming up, and there was a flow of heat rushing to somewhere, Ben/Zhang, who represented his desire/hope, was slowly raising his head.
Just thinking about it, has his body reacted like this? With a slight smile on his lips, he pressed his fingers on the ben/zhang, "Chu Huan, I really want to know, if I get you, I can suppress this desire/hope?"
The water ran across his delicate face, and his voice, with a slight gasp...
When Xiao Moye walked out of the bathroom, his heart was completely empty. The person who originally lay in the **** was nowhere to be seen. ** Only the messy bedding and the slightly sunken pillows were left, proving that someone had lain on it.
Was he sober, did he leave by himself? Or is it…
His complexion darkened, and while tying the belt of his bathrobe, he hurried towards the door of the room. Then when he walked to the living room, his footsteps stopped, and the nervous heart suddenly relaxed when he saw the figure lying on the side of the coffee table in the living room.
She's at! She is still there!
He took a long sigh, and his fingers unconsciously pressed the position of his heart. There... Just beating so violently, her sudden disappearance made him so nervous and worried!
When he stepped forward, he realized that she seemed to be looking at a newspaper on the coffee table. It seems to be because although she has her eyes open, she seems to be looking seriously, but the occasional alcoholic hiccups and the crimson cheeks seem to mean that she is still drunk.
As if feeling the light in his eyes, she suddenly raised her head, her moist eyes, looking straight at him like this.
It seems that as soon as she drinks alcohol, her eyes will be particularly hydrated and misty.
As if she couldn't see him clearly, those apricot eyes narrowed, and then, after a while, she smiled slyly, "Mo Ye?"
She was really drunk!
If you were awake, you wouldn't smile like this, and you wouldn't call his name like that.
Xiao Moye walked forward slowly, sat beside Chu Huan, and stroked her slightly tousled short hair.
She lowered her head and continued to look at the newspaper spread on the coffee table, reading it quite seriously. He felt that she was really cute when she read the newspaper blindly.
Or should I say that it was the first time he saw someone reading a newspaper while drunk. Can she read the contents of the newspaper? Still said that I watched it, but nothing came to my mind
At this moment, Xiao Moye was a little curious.
"What are you looking at?" He asked, not necessarily expecting a drunk person to answer him.
And she did not answer him, just pulled him down while stroking her hair, playing with his fingers, while continuing to read the newspaper.
Xiao Moye glanced at the page that Chu Huan was looking at. It was an entertainment version, and it was a newspaper from yesterday. He read it at that time and put it on the coffee table in the living room. This kind of newspaper is usually a week later in the hotel. The service staff will clean up.
Xiao Moye had never been very interested in these entertainment gossips, but she did not expect that Chu Huan would watch it so seriously when he was drunk right now.
Suddenly, she looked at it, and took his hand, put it in her mouth, and took a sudden bite.
Xiao Mo froze in the night, her bite strength was not strong, although it hurts, but no blood was seen, but her bite made his body instinctively stiff, the desire to possess her/ Hope, spreading in the body again.
She-can actually stir up his desire so easily!
Then, he watched her spit out his fingers, turned his head, and smiled at him again, "You... look... good-looking..." she said, her little hand clinging to his cheek.
The tender little hand touched his face. This skin-to-skin feeling was a bit strange to him, "Then you—do you like my face?" He lowered his body slightly, exhaling like orchids. Asked.
She blinked and stayed for a while, then as if listening to him, she nodded, "...I like it." Then her head tilted, as if thinking of something, she pulled his arm, The newspaper on the coffee table was pushed in front of him.