After usually drinking too much alcohol, when Yang Can was drunk, he was 20% sober when he got up. However, this time is very different. Yang Can only has about 10% of his sanity, which means he can still share when he takes a bath. He knows where the shampoo is, and what the "hair" towel is for, so I don't want to "pee" into the closet.
But at this time, he seemed to be completely trapped in a state of emptiness and unconsciousness, without any thoughts, and no thoughts in formation, just relying on instinct to drive action.
He vaguely remembered that another woman criticized him today, which made him feel a little bad and his chest was very irritable, as if there was heat all over his body.
Looking around, he can see through everything easily. Whether it is a "hair" towel, soap, or a faucet, each substance is rich in gaseous energy of different colors. At this time, Yang Can has something in his heart. He wanted to, and now he wanted to get close to the highest energy things, the closer the better, he needed that kind of energy.
After taking a shower and entering the living room, Yang Can just stayed, looking at the sofa in the living room, there was a beautiful woman lying reclining, in the impression she vaguely remembered that she was called Xia Meng, who was very close to him.
"You bastard..." Xia Meng burst into tears. While struggling, she lifted her foot desperately and kicked Yang Can from her sex. Xia Meng's first reaction was to pick up the glass ashtray beside the bed. She huddled at the foot of the bed and watched Yang Can's fall with tears in her eyes. There was a lot of grievance in her heart. She never thought that Yang Can was such a person and dared to do this to her through Jiujin...
Big tears dripped from the corners of Xia Meng's eyes, and she started to sob softly, and gradually she cried out of breath, and started to cry dimly.
It was not that Xia Meng had never thought that such a situation would happen to him and Yang Can someday, but she did not expect that Yang Can would use this method to take her to the hotel, and she even wondered if Yang Can and Lao He had already arranged it. all of these.
The room was not big, and the air seemed to smell like Yang Can, which made Xia Meng feel a little bit confused while feeling wronged, especially when Yang Can looked at her with greedy eyes after drinking. Some "naked" and "naked" seem to be saying "I want you", giving her a strange feeling.
She really regretted bringing him here. Maybe Yang Can was testing herself in this way? Test yourself if you are a woman who can come to such a place with him casually
If Yang Can rushed forward again and hit him with this ashtray, he would probably become irritated and cut off friendship with himself. So, has he no longer intersected with him since then? He is not the little reporter he used to be, and he won't be able to see him even if he wants to.
The more Xia Meng thought about it, the more sad she didn't want to be. If he dares to come up again, I will hit him. I must not let him disrespect me so much. Xia Meng bit her lower lip and gradually became determined.
Xia Meng did not make a sound, but held the ashtray tightly. Although she knew in her heart that if Yang Can really wanted to do, she would never have room for resistance, but she still believed that Yang Can was just trying her. .
In a few short minutes, Xia Meng felt that it was so long, and she was thinking about waiting for him to pounce on him viciously to see his true colors. Xia Meng bit her lip and her beautiful face was pale and transparent.
Why haven't you pounced on it? Xia Meng was overwhelmed with sadness and began to feel that something was wrong, but she knew that Yang Can had a lot of heart and eyes, and she might be thinking about something.
Wiping his tears, slowly moving the ashtray to the side of the bed, and looking over it carefully, I saw Yang Can under the bed, kinked together like a baby, shaking slightly, muttering something as if uncomfortable. ,I can not hear you.
"You. What are you going to pretend. Just now, it was obviously fine." Xia Meng said with tears, but Yang Can hadn't gotten up after a long time.
Okay, let me see how long you can do it.
Xia Meng stretched her foot and kicked Yang Can, kicking him upside down, only to see that Yang Can's face was now like a child, grieving, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth. It really didn't look pretentious.
"Don't pretend, I just left." Xia Meng only felt that Yang Can's face seemed to have some magical power at this time, but she couldn't move away to look at him, as if she was melted by something in her heart. Yes, I feel inexplicably that he is very distressing like this, and the motherhood in my heart burst out unconsciously.
She didn't know that Yang Can's body energy was expanding infinitely this time, and it had already filled the entire room. Her consciousness had been unknowingly linked to Yang Can's consciousness. What did he think and what was in his heart? Feeling, Xia Meng can feel it instinctively.
"You are so uncomfortable?" Xia Meng finally started to worry. After hearing how old Hei described his drunken behavior, I was really afraid that something would happen to him. Really drunk, if he left, would he jump from under the railing
Thinking of these Xia Meng inevitably became a little worried and frightened. She stopped crying and endured tears and crawled out of the bed. In the past, she "touched" Yang Can's head, but it was not very hot. Why is it so? Obviously he doesn't have a fever, how can I feel that his body is very hot
Xia Meng's heart was "confused", and there seemed to be a voice in her heart telling her, holding him, holding him, he will feel comfortable and not so uncomfortable.
She felt a little weird to herself. Xia Meng sat on the carpet, and she saw Yang Can suddenly rushing to hug her waist and humming, not knowing what to say, but she relaxed, squinting her eyes like a child and smiling. .
With Yang Can's arms around her waist, Xia Meng only felt that the inexplicable "dong" of her entire heart began to accelerate. In a moment of confusion, she put her arms around his neck and gently placed his head. On his knees, he leaned his face closer, and looked at Yang Can's resolute face under the light from a close range. His breathing became a little quick, and the deer in his chest bumped against him for no reason.
Why do you think he is so handsome today, both innocent and masculine? He shook his slender fingers in front of his face. Seeing that Yang Can didn’t respond, he clicked on his face with his fingers, just his face. She trembled, her nose was wrinkled, she looked perfect and unprepared, as if she was really drunk, and all the haze in her heart was wiped out for a while, and she sighed faintly in her heart.
Are men like this when they are drunk? Like a child, a strange feeling surged, and there was still emotion in my chest, as if there was some uncontrollable impulse, suddenly there was a certain emotion of excitement and fear of losing to this man, I couldn't help but sway in hesitation. He squinted Yang Can's chin of confusion, and took a deep breath: "Yang Can. Let me hug you?"
Yang Can opened his eyes vaguely, drunk vaguely, and didn't know what he was talking about.
"You. You must have done something to me. I was fascinated by you. Just hold it once, hold it once, let me prove it. What happened to me."
Yang Can didn't say a word, but Dara's head seemed unwilling to talk to her, Xia Meng stammered anxiously and "touched" his head lovingly and said, "You. Are you refusing? I won't Eat you. You took advantage of me the last time I was drunk..."
After taking a deep breath for a few seconds, only feeling that her heartbeat was about to stop, Xia Meng stretched out her hand and suddenly hugged Yang Can into her arms, feeling something tightly.