As soon as his right arm slipped, Ning Xiaofei in his arms slipped out of his arms. He was busy reaching out to support her to prevent her from falling.
In her arms, she was instantly filled with warmth and jade.
The sweet scent of the girl was like the song of a siren, stirring his nerves that were about to be taken over by desire. The slightest stimulation was a disaster for him.
I miss her so much... I want her so much...
Leaning on the door panel, his eyes fell on the girl's face and slightly parted lips, and he instinctively moved closer to her.
Seeing that their lips were about to meet, Xicheng suddenly raised his arms to support the door, pushed himself up, and forced himself away from Ning Xiaofei.
Without his support, Ning Xiaofei's body immediately fell softly to the ground.
Xicheng instinctively bent over to help her, and then quickly retracted his hand halfway.
"I... I'm going to find someone... to help!"
It seemed as if a demon suddenly lived in his mind, trying to tear his sanity apart bit by bit.
Everything about the girl in front of me has been magnified to the limit, her fragrance, her breath, her face, her thin neck and collarbone exposed outside the collar...
Everything seemed to be under a spell.
He could clearly hear the sound of his own heartbeat, blood rushing through his veins and vibrating his pulse.
There was an evil voice shouting in my head.
"What are you waiting for? She is right there, kiss her, hold her, own her..."
"No!" Xicheng forced himself to turn his face, "I can't, I can't!"
Grasping the door handle, he pushed it open and staggered into the corridor, shouting loudly as he moved forward.
"Is there anyone... help me... someone is here..."
His heart was beating faster and faster, and he swayed and hit the corridor wall beside him weakly.
"Someone... help me..."
Raising his palm, he slammed the door beside him hard.
No one responded.
Xicheng stood up, rushed across the corridor, and knocked on the next door.
Still no one.
Then, the next one.
His heartbeat was beating as fast as a drum. Xicheng felt that his whole body was about to suffocate. His breathing became heavier and heavier, as if the air was filled with flames. The feeling was as if he was being roasted in a fire. It seemed that the next second he would... To suffocate…
Raising his palm, he used his last strength to knock on the door in front of him.
Bang! Bang! …
His chest hurt, and he raised his right hand to hold it.
The door is open.
There was light coming out, illuminating his face, and there was a vague figure in the light and shadow.
"Help!"
he said, before falling limply to the ground.
"Sir!" Someone rushed over and helped him, and then a surprised voice said, "Gu Han?!"
It had been a long time since anyone had called him that, and that voice sounded familiar.
Xicheng raised his face from the other person's shoulder. The other person's face was hidden from the light and could not be seen clearly. He could only see the long hair that was spread out. It was slightly wet. It seemed that he had just taken a shower. There was a clear fragrance floating in the air. A few strands stuck to his face, making him feel wet and cold.
He was a little curious, who was she and how did she know his name
While he was still in a daze, he was helped in, stepped on the carpet with his bare feet, and fell down on the sofa.
A cool palm came over and landed on his forehead, followed by a gentle voice, with concern in the reproach.
"Why are you so drunk?"
With his heart beating rapidly in his chest, Xicheng raised his hand and took the other person's palm, "Help... help me..."
"help you with what?"
The long curly hair hung down in front of his eyes, and he finally saw her face, which looked so familiar.
…
…
Good night.