"Monica, I need your help."
Monica was really taken aback when she heard these words. "Are you begging me? Are you joking, or are you drunk?"
Luo Ye calmly filled his wine glass. "I'm not kidding, you guessed that I was looking for you in a hurry, so I even ran the red light."
Monica laughed. "I thought you wouldn't say the word beg."
Luo Ye met her gaze and met her for a while. "I didn't say please, I just said I need you."
Monica took a step closer, her voice revealed dignity and majesty, "Say please!"
"I beg you, will you agree?" Luo Ye asked.
"At least I will think about it." Monica raised her swan-like neck and said seriously.
"But what I'm talking about is actually good for you." Luo Ye inserted a finger into the collar next to his neck and tugged vigorously. The fire caused by gin was spreading in his body. The more intense.
Monica pursed her lips tightly, her mind tumbling with all kinds of thoughts. She suddenly felt that things had become more interesting, and her frost-covered face was gradually blooming like spring flowers. "I don't care what benefits you can bring to me, I just want to get benefits from you now." In this world, only by letting Luo Ye bow her head can make her excited.
Luo Ye is not in a hurry, he grinned, "If this is the case, then we won't talk about trivial matters and drink at the bar."
"What about after drinking?" Monica sat firmly on the seat, lifting Erlang's legs.
"Go back to each house." Luo Ye shrugged, "Why, don't you dare to drink the wine you ordered?"
Monica raised her head and laughed. Although the stimulus method didn't work for a smart woman like her, it did not matter who used it. She might have kicked that person away when others provoked her in this way, but Luo Ye's provocation made her heart swell. "Who said I dare not drink?" She winked at Luo Ye, and then held up the glass.
As soon as the wine glass was brought to his lips, a rapid cell phone ringing rang. It's really out of date. Monica frowned slightly, put down the wine glass, and pulled out the phone from her bag. She looked at the electric display. Then he pressed the "Reject" button without hesitation. If she remembers correctly, this is the tenth time she has refused to answer the phone since she got off the plane.
"Why don't you answer the phone?" Luo Ye put his hand on his wine glass and inspected the wine in it.
"I don't want to pick it up." Monica frowned Emei slightly.
"Boyfriend? Little lover?" Luo Ye wondered without a bottom line.
Monica glared at him, then sighed. "It's my old sister."
"That's no wonder." Luo Ye grinned, "You ran back home secretly, she must be very angry."
Monica picked up the wine glass again. She didn't want to think about other things. Now she was full of scenes that Luo Ye was about to beg her. But she just put the wine glass to her lips. Just as he was about to drink it out, the noisy phone rang again.
Monica simply turned off the phone and threw the phone into her bag.
"It's really broken to have a sister like this." Monica grabbed the glass and drank it in pain. The liquor slid in from the tip of her tongue, causing her to grit her teeth, frown, and utter a rough growl in her throat. She lowered her head, half enduring and half enjoying the wonderful process of alcohol rushing through her forehead.
When she raised her head again. Thin sweat oozes from his neck and face. She exhaled, using her slender palm as a fan, and slapped her flushed cheeks. Her red silk skirt was decorated with shiny pearls, and when she lowered her head, her low-cut collar showed enough ru grooves. A thin gold chain lay across the ru grooves, tightly locking Luo Ye's gaze.
"Have you seen enough?" Monica shouted angrily.
Luo Ye supported his chin with his hands. Intently said: "No." His tone seemed to be talking about the most common things in this world.
"I especially want to know, do you think every woman has this kind of obsessive look?" Monica questioned with a faint arrogance.
"Not much." Luo Ye answered honestly: "Believe it or not. My self-control is very strong. But I think you are very likely to let me lose control."
"Because of the ditch in the middle?" Monica herself was shocked as soon as she spoke. The alcohol left her speechless.
"No, because of your temper and character." Luo Ye paused, "Of course, the ditch is also very important."
Monica was overjoyed in her heart, but she said coldly, "Huh, you haven't seen it before."
Luo Ye smiled, "But I haven't touched it."
Monica blinked her long eyelashes and suggested: "This wine is too strong. If you drink a glass, we will both die here. Why not play a drinking game, whoever loses, drinks, How?"
"It seems that you are very confident in yourself." Luo Ye said with squinting eyes.
"Dare you?" Monica raised her voice.
"Come on then." Luo Ye said, "What rules?"
"It's very simple," Monica concealed her excitement and introduced: "I said something you dare not do. If I am right, you drink alcohol, otherwise I drink. The request is not to repeat the other party's words, and only Can be in this room."
"What does it mean to be only in this room?" Luo Ye asked.
"I can't say that you dare not dance on the road, because then you left this room." Monica explained.
"This is a bit interesting." Luo Ye said, "Then start with you."
"I said—" Monica smiled slyly, "You dare not stand naked in front of the quiet bar, scratching your head."
Luo Ye's lips moved. "Well, I really don't dare." The door of Jingba is facing the lobby, now it is opening, and the peak of the flow of people is as embarrassing as a glass of wine is not worth it.
"Drink the bar, kid." Monica smiled triumphantly, "Remember, you are not allowed to repeat what I have said. You can't say what I am afraid to do at the door in the future, understand?"
"Understood." Luo Ye grabbed the wine glass and drank it in one fell swoop. The spicy taste opened all his pores. "It's my turn to say—"
Monica interrupted him hurriedly, "By the way, one more thing, you can't say things that the other party can't do at all."
"How do you say this?" Luo Ye asked.
"You can't say that you don't dare to drink up the rest of the wine, nor can you say that you don't dare to hit the wall with your head to damage the human body." Monica emphasized.
"I see. Are there any other conditions and requirements?" Luo Ye asked rather helplessly.
Monica thought about it carefully, "No more."
"Are you sure you won't add other conditions?" Luo Ye asked.
"OK." Monica nodded. "It's up to you."
"Then," Luo Ye smiled badly: "I want to say: You dare not-kiss me."
"What?" Monica pricked her ears.
"You dare not kiss me." Luo Ye said repeatedly.
Monica's heart roared in her chest. Ten thousand voices gathered momentum from her throat, she wanted to yell "Who said I dare not", but in the end it was suppressed. She dare. but she…
"What? What I said doesn't meet the conditions of the game?" Luo Ye asked with a smile.
"No." Monica picked up the wine glass. "Well, I... dare not." After speaking, she drank the gin. After drinking. She gritted her teeth and knocked the bottom of the cup on the table hard. Growled: "Come again! It's my turn! I said-you dare not bow your head to beg me!"
Luo Ye frowned, "I just don't want to beg you, it's not that I dare not beg you."
"Do you dare to do beg me?" Monica forced.
Luo Ye pursed his lips, "I dare not do it." He finished. Picked up the wine glass and drank it, then knocked the glass on the table.
"It's your turn..." Monica reached out and grabbed the bottle, but she almost poured it without aiming at the glass. Her hands and feet were already a little out of harmony.
"I said-you dare not kiss me." Luo Ye said calmly.
"No!" Monica shook her head vigorously, "You said this before."
Luo Ye chuckled lightly, "There is no rule that I cannot repeat myself."
Monica widened her eyes and said in an almost roaring voice, "Do you really think I dare?"
"Do you dare?" Luo Ye asked.
Monica bit her lip and grabbed the wine glass. Drink it all. "It's my turn. I said-you dare not tell me your true heart."
Luo Ye raised his cup and drank it calmly. "Yes, I dare not, and can't."
Such an answer made Monica a little frustrated. She would rather Luo Ye not drink that glass of wine on this issue. Men always want to enter women's bodies, and women always want to enter men's hearts. "Okay. It's your turn."
"I said—" Luo Ye said with a smile: "You dare not kiss me."
This sentence again!
Monica stared straight at Luo Ye, "Can't you change the other one?" She was already drunk. The frost disintegrated on his face, replaced by a light blush.
Luo Ye said complacently: "I found that this sentence makes you drink. Why do you want to change to something else?"
"You fellow!" Monica stood up and rushed towards Luo Ye with the help of alcohol, only to fall into Luo Ye's arms.
Luo Ye hugged her waist and whispered at the top of her hair, "Say you don't dare, just say it."
"Keep your eyes open and watch it!" Monica lifted Luo Ye's cheek forcefully, "I dare!" After speaking, she kissed heavily until her lips pressed against each other.
After that, Monica pushed Luo Ye away, but Luo Ye pulled her back. "You lose, you want to drink." Monica reminded with a gasp.
"You are my wine."
Before Monica could open her mouth again, Luo Ye greeted her and sealed all her words with a kiss. The kiss was gentle and gentle one second before, and after one second, it became an uncontrollable storm. Monica hugged Luo Ye's head tightly, and the whole body's strength was pressed against Luo Ye through the two warm fires on her chest, as if she was about to swallow Luo Yesheng. Luo Ye held Monica's bee waist with one hand and her fat buttocks with the other, catering to Monica's crazy kiss.
Body fluid exchanged between the tips of the tongues between the teeth, and the two were obviously about to suffocate, but neither of them would remove their lips first. Kissing is like a battle, but no one wants to leave this battlefield.
The door of Quiet Bar was suddenly pushed open, and Luo Ye, in Monica's disturbing hair, caught a glimpse of a woman walking in angrily with a few tall bodyguards.
Luo Ye gently patted Monica's plump buttocks, motioning her to climb down from him. But Monica just snarled angrily, like a cat who didn't want to leave the plate.
"Enough! Monica!" The woman scolded loudly, "You are really..."
Monica removed the blazing red lips from Luo Ye's lips. She glanced back at the woman and smiled dimly: "Sister..."
The devil, Tang Wan. . . )