"Young master, wait... drink the hangover soup before going to sleep... huh..."
Lu Che was thrown onto the big bed by Lu Qilin.
As a soldier, his bed was hard and not soft at all, and this throw almost broke Lu Che's butt.
Lu Che held his sore buttocks from the fall, and raised his cool and dark eyes.
The eyes, which were still stained with water vapor after taking a bath, were crystal clear, and due to the pain, the eyeballs were covered with a layer of water vapor.
She knew that the young master liked to hug her to sleep every time he was drunk.
He would hug her and gently call her 'little beauty', but he would not do any other unnecessary actions, as long as he hugged her, he would be able to sleep until dawn without making any noise.
His arms were strong and strong, and his embrace was completely different from the usual coldness and indifference, so firm and so fiery.
The embrace of the young master is so warm and captivating. Although nothing happened with such an intimate act, it is enough to make the person in Lu Qilin's embrace lose himself.
But fortunately, the education Lu Che received from childhood told her that her body, mind and even her whole 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 the absolute loyalty of the soul, the determination to be able to block the bullets for the young master anytime and anywhere physically, and has absolutely nothing to do with the kind of ambiguous relationship that makes people daydream.
Therefore, even after the young master was drunk, he hugged him to sleep several times.
However, Lu Che was able to maintain a calm heart and told himself that it was just helping the young master to keep warm.
She regards herself as a 'man', as if two people are fighting in the field and holding together at night to keep warm. They are just 'comrades in arms' and 'superior and subordinate' relations.
Lu Che prepared himself psychologically in his heart, and used absolute calmness to deal with Lu Qilin who liked to hug her and not let go after drunk.
She subconsciously squinted her eyes, imitating the slightly sullen look of the young master, making her eyes appear 'cold and serious'.
Lu Che said in a rather cold tone, "Eldest young master, can you drink the soup first!"
Her attitude is tough enough, and she looks fierce.
But in the next second, the man standing by the bed leaned over and leaned over with open arms.
His slender arms were on both sides of her body, and his tall body enveloped her.
The sharp and stern features suddenly magnified in front of Lu Che's eyes, and the thin lips slowly exhaled a slightly drunk breath, leaving only a slight distance from Lu Che's lips.
Lu Qilin's voice was lazy and magnetic, with a sexy hoarseness that was completely different from the usual low and serious voice: "I don't want to drink soup, I just want to eat you..."
Lu Che's throat rolled, and he swallowed with difficulty: "..."
Her eyes were wide open, and before she had time to react, she was suddenly pushed down by the man's big palm and pressed against the hard bed.
"Wait, wait... wait a minute, young master... you um..."
The man's tall body was completely pressed down. Lu Che closed his eyes in fear, but the next moment he felt a puff of moist air from his neck.
Before she could react, the tip of Lu Qilin's tall nose had already arched into the hollow of her neck, unconsciously rubbing against the softest flesh of her neck.
The tingling and tingling sensation instantly started from the follicle of the neck and spread to all the limbs.
Lu Che pretended to be Old Chen's little face flushed red, and he was in a state of complete bewilderment.
In the past, she was hugged by the young master at most, and pecked a few times on the face, and she was pecked to leave like a dragonfly.
Like now, it was the first time that the young master made such an intimate move.
Such numb, intimate dawdling almost made Lu Che almost unstoppable.