Zhen Ming couldn't drink too much, and he didn't dare to drink too much, he was afraid that as soon as he got drunk, the woman in front of him would really be innocent, her temptation to him, only he knew, how did she know how many times his gaze had sneaked into her bathrobe without mind control, greedily watching her towering snow-white breasts.

The contrast between the black lace underwear and the snow-white skin was his favorite color.

She danced what she is best at, although her steps were a little messy, but she did not lose her graceful posture, her soft waist stretched in the air, and her slender legs slipped out of the slit skirt from time to time.

Looking at her messy dance steps, he began to worry that she would fall, and sure enough, her front foot tripped on the chair, her body lost her center of gravity, and fell to the ground, he didn't have time to help her, so she fell to the ground.

When he walked over with a worried face, he realized that she had snored softly and fallen asleep.

His original plan was to get her drunk, let her sleep well, and take the opportunity to get out, but now when he saw her asleep, he breathed a sigh of relief, picked her up from the ground, and walked towards the bedroom......

……

Just covered the quilt for her, and was about to turn away, but her hand suddenly grabbed him, and she muttered in a drunken dream: "Zhen is bitter, you caused me like this, you are responsible......"

Zhen Ming looked at her charming face bitterly, a little dazed, and ten thousand questions swirling in his heart, "What is my responsibility?" ”

Ling Shuang didn't have much consciousness at this time, maybe because of the alcohol. Her body was hot, and a thin sweat broke out on her forehead, and she kicked open the quilt that covered her. With this kick, even the strap of the yukata was kicked open by her, and the yukata slipped off her body, and her beautiful upper body was looming in the air.

Zhen Mingku wanted to leave, but he was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he hesitated and struggled for a moment and walked to her side. Gently re-tie her yukata back.

At this time, Ling Shuang suddenly opened her drunken and cute eyes and pouted. There was a rare hint of resentment in his tone: "Zhen Mingku, why don't you believe me!" Why don't you believe me! Why do you wronged me, why blame me! ”

Zhen Mingku looked at her and was stunned, and he didn't bother to answer her words. Said helplessly: "Cover the quilt." Do you know what you're like? ”

"What am I?"

"What it looks like to provoke a man to sin!"

Ling Shuang giggled, and said lazily and weakly: "Zhen Mingku, do you say that I am beautiful?" ”

Zhen Mingku was startled, "This woman is really crazy." ”

"Am I beautiful!!" Ling Shuang's voice rose an octave, with a hint of dissatisfaction that he hadn't been praised.

Zhen Ming said helplessly: "Meimeimei! It's so beautiful that it's bubbling, and a beautiful man thinks of you when he sees it! ”

Ling Shuang smiled and lay down on the bed contentedly, as if to draw a line. The voice was full of the little girl's unique stinginess: "Only Zhen is allowed to suffer alone." ”

Zhen Ming missed a beat of hard work, knowing that she was drunk. But he still couldn't help but have a strong impulse, he didn't just want to think of her, he almost swallowed her into his stomach, but his mouth said: "This woman's wine is too bad, I knew I couldn't let her drink it!" ”

He complained, and he didn't know whether he should leave when he was still sensible, and he was afraid that she would be a drunk woman, and she would get drunk and crazy in the middle of the night, and she would go out of the inn and get lost on the street.

I had to stay by her side, listen to her say some crazy words from time to time that make people confused, sometimes the logic of drunkenness is really funny, I can't help laughing, and finally it quieted down a little, and I started to ask for water again, and after drinking water, I started to vomit again, and after vomiting, I took off my clothes and went to the bathroom to take a bath, completely forgetting that there was a man who had been hungry and thirsty for a few months by my side, took off his sexy lace underwear and rushed into the bathroom, and after washing, he climbed into bed and slept with his legs between the futon.

It seems that although this woman is drunk, her love of cleanliness has not been affected at all.

Zhen Ming served her for a night, swearing never to let her drink in front of him again, until two o'clock in the morning, she fell asleep quietly, he really couldn't stay up, and was afraid that she would do something shocking when she got up halfway through sleep, so he had to sit at the foot of her bed and squint against the bed for a while.

was squinting, in a daze, a vivid pleasure came to mind, a beautiful shadow appeared in his mind, one would be the eldest grandson Belle, one would be Ling Shuang, and the other would be a beauty he had no impression of but was extremely familiar......

A spirit, a familiar but unfamiliar feeling welled up in his heart, it was the feeling that the tip of his tongue gently swept over his body somewhere, and he opened his eyes suddenly, and what entered his eyes was a black hair, and Ling Shuang's fragrant scene that pondered into him somewhere.

He almost thought he was dreaming, and it wasn't until the tip of Ling Shuang's tongue gently swept over his swollen tip that he realized it wasn't a dream.

At some point, her belt was untied and thrown aside, and his clothes were half-open, one of her small hands moved gently around his waist and lower abdomen, while the other hugged his vital place, gently playing with it, making him feel like he had ascended to heaven.

There was a slightly fragrant swallowing sound in her throat.

At this time, he just wanted her to continue, and he didn't have the perseverance to push her away at all, and finally at the moment when he was about to explode at the last moment, he pulled her away, lifted her pants and escaped from the door in embarrassment......

Leaving Ling Shuang there looking at his back with a puzzled expression.

Zhen Ming leaned against the door of the royal suite of the inn, gasping for breath, more than he had run ten kilometers, trying to calm his violently beating heart.

Scenes of the past who had been intimate with her came to mind, and some vague memories gradually became clear, she was no longer a strange and familiar woman, but a lover who had been his wife, but had been separated because of something.

From the fact that he knew her, to the fact that he repeatedly teased and bullied her, to the oath that the two of them had made when they were pressed below at the moment when the boulder collapsed, he loved her, and she loved him, without any deception at all, at that moment of life and death, he and her made an oath in their hearts.

He finally remembered that she was his wife, she did not lie to him, and her innocence was indeed ruined in his hands.

Memories are like water in a sponge that he is trying to squeeze out little by little, many details are not clear, the only thing that is certain is that he once loved her like crazy, and he could do anything for her.

He now understands a little, why he knows that she is the third miss of the Li family, the daughter of his enemy, but he still can't give birth to a trace of hurting her.

He turned, pushed open the door of the inn again, walked in, slammed the door shut, walked to the table where she had just celebrated her birthday, picked up the remaining half bottle of red wine, and poured it down with a grunt.

After drinking, she strode into Ling Shuang's room, at this time, Ling Shuang was no longer by his side, and had already fallen asleep again, as if that action just now was just a prank on her sleepwalking, I am afraid that even she herself did not know what she had just done.

Zhen Ming hated it so much that his teeth itched, and he also saw it itching.

She lay on the bed, her snow-white legs were sandwiched with a silk quilt, exposed, the shoulder straps of her underwear slowly fell to her arms, and her plump breasts were squeezed out of a bottomless cleavage by her own arms.

Zhen Mingku has no intention of suppressing his impulses towards her anymore, she is his wife, and it is natural to serve her husband, even if she is in danger, he must let her be responsible for the evil fire she provoked tonight.

He couldn't wait to climb into her bed.

……

When he hugged her in his arms, wrapped his arms around her slender and flexible waist, and couldn't wait, without a little foreplay, and entered deeply, Ling Shuang's whole body was tense, her snow-white skin was flushed with a tide of ruddy, her eyes were closed, she was beautiful and slightly frowned, and she seemed to be a little uncomfortable, but she was still asleep, completely unaware that she had fallen into the man's palm.

Smelling the fragrance of her body, he was completely crazy for her, kissing every inch of her skin hungrily, burying his face in the middle of her plump and tender breasts, and whispering her name in her ear......

Ling Shuang's body was tense sensitively, her expression gradually changed from not very comfortable to becoming more relaxed, her eyes were slightly opened, looking at Zhen Mingku, who was a little panicked, her eyes gradually became shy, with a hint of moving charm in her beautiful eyes, and she said softly: "Zhen Mingku, is it you......"

Zhen Ming listened bitterly, and his heart melted.

The harmonious creaking of the bed gradually sounded in the room, and the heavy wheezing of Zhen Mingku's and her unintentional light panting and coquettishness were in harmony, and they merged into the most beautiful music in the middle of the night......

……

When Zhen Mingku woke up from his dream, Ling Shuang was no longer in the room, only the lingering fragrance on the bedding reminded him that last night was not a dream.

She was gone, leaving no room for him to reverie.

Not even a goodbye.

He remembered that she had told him in a drunken dream last night that she wanted to wander the world with him, but before she could finish speaking, she cried first, and he thought she was happy.

Now that I think about it, I realize that there is regret in her tone, whether it is because she can't achieve it, or because she doesn't want to share her choice with others.

He got up and dressed, and walked to the balcony, where the early morning sun shone on his body and on the busy crowd in Jiangdu City.

Her coquettish attitude last night was deeply engraved in his mind, he thought that he would never forget it again in his life, she just wanted to have a dewy love affair with him all night, but he didn't think about it, she didn't drive her away before, and when he remembered her, she ran away, how could it be so easy in this world. (To be continued......)