I Rely On Acting Well-behaved To Marry First, Then Fall In Love

Chapter 23: triple

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The waistband of his pants hung loosely on his waist, and the hem of his shirt was pulled out to one side, revealing half of his thin and white waist, with the curve of his hips faintly visible. Yan Yan didn't know how much he drank, his eyes were misty as if they were wet, and not only his cheeks were red, but also his collarbone and chest were all red, and every breath he exhaled was filled with the intoxicating aroma of wine.

Zhuang Yiyu stood beside him and looked at him motionlessly.

"You really have a good last name, keep pretending... Do you think I can't see it?" Yan Yan tilted his head to look at him, blinking at him with a pair of seductive eyes. As he spoke, he began to pull his pants, but he was very good at unbuttoning them just now, but when he wanted to take them off, he didn't know how to unzip them, and just pulled them straight down. Of course, he couldn't pull them down...

Yan Yan pouted in grievance and shouted at him: "I can't open it... You have to take it off yourself."

The tip of his tongue pressed against his back teeth. For a moment, Zhuang Yiyun wanted to pin down this daring drunkard and spank him, the kind that would leave a red mark. He tugged at the collar of his pajamas to let in some air, and felt hot just seeing this drunkard.

Zhuang Yiyun turned around and prepared to find a hangover medicine in the medicine box, but when he turned around, Yan Yan rushed over to him. He didn't know where he had been fooling around, and he smelled of men's fragrance. Zhuang Yiyun frowned. Where had he been? Was he intimate with someone, or was he hugged by someone

Yan Yan didn't give him a chance to think about it. He hugged his waist from behind, pressed against his back and said, "Don't leave."

That voice was gentle and tender, as if the person who was acting like a hooligan was not him.

Zhuang Yiyun's heart softened immediately, and his voice became gentle as he explained to him, "I'll get it for you..."

But before he could finish his words, the rest of the words were stuck in his throat and disappeared right there. He turned back in shock, and felt his heart rate soar to 180.

What did Yan Yan do just now... The culprit who had buried his head on his back raised his head under his glare, not feeling that he had done anything wrong at all, and smiled triumphantly. Zhuang Yiyun's eyes fell on the lips that had just kissed him, soft and hot, and stuck to the back of his collar like a brand. He trembled all over, and the numbness spread from the place where he was kissed, sweeping through his body unstoppably.

Liar, is he pretending to be crazy because of the alcohol, deliberately embarrassing him? He can act good, act like a spoiled child, and attack suddenly, he can do it easily, how many different appearances does he have

He couldn't bear it any longer, so he turned around and tore the person off his back, then threw him back onto the sofa.

The force and placement of this throw were so clever that the zipper of Yan Yan's unbuttoned pants slid open... He fell on the sofa with his legs apart, his shirt rolled up, and his appearance was exactly like an invitation. But this man, who was either unaware or proud of it, kicked off his shoes and rolled onto the sofa.

Zhuang Yiyun was made to breathe hard by this man, and his blood was boiling. Forget the hangover medicine, he didn't drink alcohol normally, and there was no such thing at home.

"Yan Yan, I was wrong to break the appointment today, but is it appropriate for you to stay out all night and drink like this?" He said this after struggling for a while.

"What did you say?" Yan Yan stopped rolling around and listened carefully but didn't understand. "What's wrong with drinking? I'm not drunk..."

His questioning tone was not sarcastic at all, and he really sounded confused. In just ten minutes, the image Yan Yan had worked so hard to build up had completely collapsed. Zhuang Yiyun could understand the difference in aesthetics when it came to perming, dyeing, and piercing his ears, but drinking too much was simply stepping on his bottom line.