Qiao Qing was caught off guard by this force and leaned over, placing her hands on the bed on both sides of Jun Yexuan's body.
Jun Yexuan hugged her into his arms and rested his chin on her shoulder, "I got myself drunk just to give you a chance. You must seize it firmly."
Qiao Qing: "..."
"You don't know how many men and women across the country miss me? You are the only one who doesn't take me seriously, even if I come to your doorstep, you are a little girl who doesn't know good and bad, and you don't know how lucky you are in the midst of blessings."
Qiao Qing: "..."
He grabbed her little hands and put them on the collar of his shirt, "You only have one chance. After passing this village, there won't be this store anymore."
Qiao Qing: "..."
The lights in the room were not turned on, and the bright moonlight poured in through the window, illuminating the two people's eyebrows.
Under the cover of night and the moonlight.
The man's already charmingly handsome face was stained with a light blush due to drunkenness.
It's like being dyed with the blush of peach blossoms in March, and the charm of begonias in July, enchanting and beautiful to the extreme.
Even the most determined person cannot escape the surge of energy and blood when seeing such a fairy-like man.
Even Qiao Qing had to admit that this man did have narcissism.
However, after all, she is not a person obsessed with beauty.
Just as he was about to shake off his hand and leave, a string of melodious songs sounded in his ears.
Qiao Qing felt her phone ringing for a moment, but quickly realized that her phone was always set to silent.
When she realized that the singing voice came from the mouth of the man in front of her, Qiao Qing was stunned for a moment.
Once upon a time, this pure and healing voice accompanied her through sleepless nights.
XJ, a maverick and mysterious singer, never releases any songs with any soundtrack, only his most original a cappella voice.
Don’t sing about love, don’t talk about utilitarianism.
Only the true feelings that come from the heart and directly touch the soul are transmitted through the healing voice, leaving people with endless reverie.
She had no intention, and she was not a person motivated by sex.
When she first met Jun Yexuan, the reason why she changed her mind and came back to save his life was because she thought his voice was similar to this singing voice.
But later, I was disturbed by his rogue character, so I didn't go into it further.
Unexpectedly, it was really him.
In a daze, his lips suddenly felt warm, and the mellow aroma of wine invaded him.
Qiao Qing's pupils shrank, and when he wanted to go deeper, she suddenly reached out and pushed him away, turned around and walked out.
A "bang" sound was heard as the door closed, Qiao Qing's back pressed against the door panel, and lights and shadows were raging in her mind.
The collision of breaths just now was like dropping a stone in the lake of heart, causing ripples in all directions.
In the room across the door, Jun Yexuan remained in the position where he was pushed down on the bed by Qiao Qing. His eyes were clear. How could he still be a little drunk
He raised his hand and tapped his lips with his jade-like fingertips. The smile gradually spread to the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and it was so beautiful.
In another room.
Mu Jingheng lay in the bathtub with his eyes closed, feeling Chen Ming's all-round and considerate scrubbing service, his eyelashes trembling like Parkinson's disease.
Still unable to wait for Chen Ming to stop, he couldn't help but roar in his heart, "Don't you need to be so comprehensive?" It’s not like he vomited all over his body!
These biological sons can't be so dedicated, right
At the same time, he was thinking that he had sacrificed everything for Jun Yexuan.
If he still can't take down his sister-in-law, he will be the most sorry!
After waiting for Chen Ming to finish, Mu Jingheng took a long breath.
Based on the touch, Mu Jingheng thought to himself, luckily he wiped it with a towel. If he had had close contact, he would have been furious.
However, when he squinted a little and saw Chen Ming holding a white handkerchief and putting it on the shelf, his eyes widened instantly.
Mu Jingheng grabbed Chen Ming's wrist, and his tone was on the verge of violence, "Did you use this handkerchief to wipe it on me?!"
(End of chapter)