Yes, he didn't treat Song Anyi as a friend.
There may be other emotions that are still unclear, but Song Anyi will not be just a friend.
Professor Zhou, who has always been cold and expressionless, has a satisfied smile on his thin lips.
But this unclear statement made Song Anyi cry even more!
"Wow, I not only don't have a boyfriend, I don't even have a boyfriend! I must be an unattractive woman. Which man would like a strong woman? What's the use of being strong at work? Men like to be soft and weak like school girls. Weak girl, I'm even taller than many men, who would like me..."
She was so drunk.
Zhou Mo leaned over and leaned over, the distance between the two shrunk very close, the tip of his nose could almost touch the tip of his nose, he put his big palm around her slender waistline, and gently covered her body.
At this moment, Zhou Mo, who didn't understand the taste of love, finally understood that he had fallen in love with the girl in front of him as early as he didn't know when.
If she doesn't think she's attractive, he'll prove how attractive she is—
"Do you want me to kiss you?"
The ambiguity in his words made the air suddenly warm.
Song Anyi blinked, the alcohol prevented her from thinking carefully. Yes, Xie Weishu can kiss others, she can do the same, can't she? Besides, she is now free, and as long as she is happy, she can kiss anyone.
Under the soft light, she saw that Professor Zhou's clear eyes were sharp and pressing.
"Song Anyi, do you want me to kiss you?"
The man's breath was closer and hotter, just above the tip of her nose.
Why not kiss? Professor Zhou is thousands of times more handsome than Xie Weishu!
"I think." Song Anyi nodded, slightly opening her lips as tender as cherry blossom jelly. "I want you to kiss me."
Without giving her any room for regret, Zhou Mo's cool lips already fell.
The surroundings were unusually quiet, and it seemed that she could hear her heartbeat. Song Anyi was enveloped in Zhou Mo's breath. He put one hand on the back of her head, held her face with the other, and locked her in his arms. Those cool thin lips domineeringly cover hers, kissing, sucking... The cool breath unique to men wraps around her lips like silk threads.
She moaned softly, her body trembled slightly, the alcohol did not numb her feelings of physical desire, her heartbeat was completely out of control at this moment, her breath was disordered, and the man's insistent and powerful attack almost made her unable to breathe.
He is kissing her.
The cold and vicious man.
"who I am?"
The woman's breath was unexpectedly sweet and moving, and the moment her lips touched it, it was like sucking on a piece of seductive honey, teaching him that he couldn't move his mouth.
For him, such contact was an unfamiliar experience, but he didn't need to understand it, the touch between lips seemed to activate the instinct immediately and let him know immediately what to do to make each other more happy. .
He pried her lips open with the tip of his tongue and slid in, entangled with her even more hotly, but he wanted her to know exactly who was kissing her now.
"Who am I?" he asked again in a low voice.
Her soft gasps, squeamish moans, and wonderful reactions all made him tense, and the desire to break out of the cocoon became bigger and bigger with his low breathing...
"Zhou Mo, you are Zhou Mo." Song Anyi replied, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes flashed like a streamer.
Zhou Mo's voice was a little lower as he controlled the boiling desire in his body. "You have to believe in a fact, Song Anyi, you are very attractive."
The sudden affirmation made Song Anyi burst into tears instantly, no one would understand how important this compliment was to her at this moment.
She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on his thin lips.
"Really?" She looked vulnerable and uneasy.
He looked directly at her, his eyes were gloomy, and he asked in a low voice, "You kiss me?"
Before Song Anyi could reply, he was already in his arms again, and his scorching lips kissed her deeply.
"Let's make love."
Song Anyi softly seduced his thin lips.
Whether it was alcohol or the stimulation of Xie Weishu's derailment, she didn't care, maybe she would regret it after tonight, and she didn't care either.
She only knew that the man in front of her had provoked her lust and satisfied her self-esteem.
"Zhou Mo, have sex with me."
Zhou Mo's kiss fell again, without a moment's hesitation, he held her buttocks and hugged her, her legs were hooked around his waist, this was an extremely ambiguous action, their lips never left each other, He carried her across the living room to the master bedroom.
"You have no chance to regret it."
He wants her, this is the woman he wants.
The man declared arrogantly, the kiss continued to deepen, and he sucked her tongue like a gust of wind. He took her breath away domineeringly, and Zhou Mo tasted the sweet taste again and again. Her fingers could not help grasping the shirt on his body, and her slightly swollen red lips escaped a thin and delicate murmur.
The two who kissed passionately both fell on the big bed.
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*The content of this book is slightly edited, please understand*
Song Anyi was awakened by pain.
The hangover was uncomfortable and her whole body was in pain as if she had climbed over two jade mountains. Her whole body seemed to fall apart, especially her thighs were trembling involuntarily, but she was obviously exhausted from "exercising" too much. But could not sleep.
She frowned, closed her eyes, raised her hands and patted her head, wishing it was all a dream, she didn't get too drunk or do crazy things, but God obviously didn't accept her prayers , she clearly felt that a heavy object was pressing on her waist and abdomen, and there was also a hot air blowing gently and regularly on her head.
She knew she was being held tightly in her arms.
Although Professor Zhou's figure is great, that's not the point, the point is - she's dead.
She is very familiar with this master bedroom, and she cleans every corner by herself. The sheet under her body was changed only two days ago. The fact is that she climbed into Professor Zhou's bed, and the first time it was not to make the bed , but... actually slept with him.
Dead.
As the saying goes, drunk sex.
Is she overly sad or is she really crazy? She actually, she actually took the initiative to ask...