After Qiao Ran went down a few steps, she felt very top-heavy and her breathing became very labored. When she finally walked downstairs, she looked over to His Highness the Crown Prince and saw that His Highness opened another jar of wine. There are already many empty wine jars on the table.
Qiao Ran frowned tightly and walked in his direction.
When I came to him, I stood in front of the table, pursed my pale lips, and looked at the drunken Crown Prince, my heart began to throb again and again.
Sheng Bianmo seemed to feel that he was being watched. He narrowed his eyes and saw Qiao Ran standing in front of him. He looked at her drunkenly, raised his lips and smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand towards her.
He had a nice smile and reached out.
Just like when they first met, he fell in love with her at first sight and instinctively reached out to her.
The difference is that there is no such good night here as that night.
At this moment, it was still raining heavily outside, accompanied by a few muffled thunders, which made people feel very heavy.
Qiao Ran's nose felt inexplicably sore when she saw the hand he stretched out towards her. Although she knew that His Highness the Crown Prince was drunk, she still gave him her hand obediently as if it was the first time they met.
Sheng Bianmo held her hand, slowly tightened it in his palm, then pulled her over and held her on his lap, sitting on his lap, stretching out an arm to wrap around her waist while still drinking.
Qiao Ran grabbed his other hand and tried to stop him weakly: "Your Highness... stop drinking..."
Sheng Bianmo lowered his eyes and swayed the wine cup in his hand. He quietly looked at the fingers of her hand that were holding his. He said "Okay" in a low voice. The next moment, he pressed her into his arms. He lowered his head and captured her lips fiercely.
Sheng Bianmo seemed to want to put the pent-up pressure in his heart on Qiao Ran, biting her lip so hard, tossing and turning, taking away her breath.
But soon after he licked the hot tears she shed, he realized that her body temperature was far hotter than his own. She couldn't breathe and cried silently, but she never pushed him away from the beginning to the end, letting him Biting his own lip hurts.
Sheng Bianmo licked the tears on her face and pushed her away. He said he was pushing her away, but he didn't use much force. He just let Qiao Ran get off him and picked up the wine cup again. Then he drank and said lazily without emotion: "Don't bother me."
Qiao Ran, whose lips were red from being ravaged, was forced to stand in front of him. His lips were still numb and painful, and he wanted to cry, but in the end he didn't say anything and sat down beside him silently, his eyes red. Don't stare at Sheng Bian.
Shengbian Mo drank all the wine in the cup again, and raised his eyes casually, only to find that Qiao Ran hadn't left yet, and was sitting next to him looking at him. Shengbian Mo also gave her a leisurely look, with a cool look. Liangchi laughed out loud, "What are you doing here?"
"Wait... His Highness has finished drinking." Qiao Ran made it clear one word at a time. Even though he was feeling cold and uncomfortable sitting here, he still refused to leave.
Sheng Bianmo chuckled lowly, tapped the table with his wine cup nonchalantly, and said in a playful tone: "Qiao Ran, do you want some face?"
Qiao Ran sat there unmoved, letting him scold her no matter what.
"Why don't you get out?" Sheng Bianmo seemed to be impatient, and his expression gradually became gloomy.
Probably... I was so disgusted to see her sitting right in front of me.
But... Qiao Ran really didn't trust His Highness to keep drinking like this, so she could only stay with him shamelessly, even if he wanted to drive her away.
But what she didn't expect was that after a while, Sheng Bianmo threw the wine cup in his hand with a sullen expression, grabbed her little hand and dragged her upstairs.
(End of chapter)