"Master, wait... drink the hangover soup first before going to sleep... uh huh..."
Lu Che was thrown onto the big bed by Lu Qilin.
As a soldier, his bed was very hard and not soft at all. This throw almost broke Lu Che's butt.
Lu Che covered his buttocks which were hurt from the fall and raised his pair of cool black eyes.
His eyes, still stained with moisture after just taking a shower, were crystal clear, but because of the pain, a layer of moisture covered his eyeballs.
She knew that the young master liked to hold her in his arms while sleeping every time he got drunk.
He would hold her in his arms and gently call her "little beauty", but he would not do any other unnecessary actions. As long as he held her in his arms, she could sleep through the night without any noise or trouble.
His arms were strong and powerful, and his embrace was completely different from his usual coldness and indifference, so solid and so warm.
The eldest young master's embrace was so warm and fascinating. Although nothing happened in such an intimate gesture, it was enough to make the person in Lu Qilin's arms lose himself.
But fortunately, the education Lu Che received from childhood to adulthood told her that her body, mind and even her entire being belonged to the young master.
As long as the young master wants it, she will give everything—
However, this kind of dedication refers to absolute spiritual loyalty and the determination to take the knife and block the bullet for the young master at any time and place, and has nothing to do with the kind of ambiguous relationship that makes people fantasize.
Therefore, even after the young master got drunk, she fell asleep in his arms several times.
However, Lu Che was able to remain calm and told himself that he was just helping the young master to keep warm.
She regarded herself as a 'man', just like the two of them fighting in the wild and huddling together for warmth at night, they were just 'comrades-in-arms' and 'superiors-subordinates'.
Lu Che prepared herself mentally and used absolute calmness to deal with Lu Qilin, who liked to hold her tightly when drunk.
She subconsciously narrowed her eyes, imitating the young master's slightly annoyed look, making her eyes look 'cold and serious'.
Lu Che said in a tough and cold tone: "Master, can you drink the soup first?"
Her attitude is tough enough and she looks fierce.
But the next second, the man standing beside the bed leaned over and approached with his arms open.
His long arms were on either side of her body, his tall frame enveloping her.
The sharp and cold facial features suddenly enlarged in front of Lu Che, and the thin lips slowly exhaled a slightly drunken breath, only a tiny distance away from Lu Che's lips.
Lu Qilin's voice was lazy and magnetic, with a sexy hoarseness that was completely different from his usual low and serious tone: "I don't want to drink soup, I just want to eat you..."
Lu Che's throat rolled over and he swallowed hard: "..."
Her eyes opened wide, and before she could react, she was suddenly pushed down by the man's big hand and pressed onto the hard bed board.
"Wait, wait... wait a minute, Master... you um..."
The man's tall body completely pressed down on him. Lu Che closed his eyes in fear, but the next moment he felt a moist air breathing in and out of his neck.
Before she could react, Lu Qilin's tall nose had already arched into the crook of her neck, and he unconsciously rubbed it on the softest flesh on her neck.
A tingling sensation instantly started from the neck and spread throughout the limbs.
Lu Che's face, pretending to be Old Chen, suddenly turned red, and he was in a state of complete confusion.
In the past, the most she had been hugged by the young master was a few pecks on her face, which were just brief and fleeting kisses.
This is the first time that the young master has made such an intimate gesture to me.
This kind of numb and intimate rubbing almost made Lu Che unable to resist. (To be continued)