Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

When Lin Qiuran took the first sip, she felt a little weak in her heart.

For so many years, she has never seriously drank once, and she doesn't know how much she can drink.

By the time she drank the fourth bottle, she has already waved her hand to indicate that she was dying.

It wasn't because she felt a little drunk, but because she had four bottles of wine, which really made her stomach a little sore.

I can't drink anymore.

But the atmosphere at that time could not be stopped with just one sentence from Lin Qiuran.

Xiaopang quickly picked up another bottle and filled the wine glass in front of her.

……

After drinking the sixth bottle, Lin Qiuran finally saw his bottom line clearly.

Her brain has begun to slowly emerge with stamina.

Even the actions of pouring wine and drinking slowly began to be mechanized.

She didn't need Xiaopang to take the initiative to pour wine for her, she just poured it into the empty glass continuously.

Then he held his head up and drank it all in one gulp.

Zhao Qichen just watched quietly, not stopping Lin Qiuran's movements.

Until the monkey fell over the table, the old wolf went upstairs.

Lin Qiuran's hair was messed up, and the corners of her mouth were covered with sauce.

There was confusion in her eyes, she lay on the table in a daze, and seemed to be muttering something in her mouth.

Suddenly, she stretched her hand forward, as if trying to stand up.

With a stagger, Lin Qiuran was about to fall to the ground.

Only then did Zhao Qichen stand up and hold her firmly.

"I want to... pee..."

Zhao Qichen: "..."

It turned out that it was this sentence that had been muttering in a low voice.

Zhao Qichen smiled silently.

It turned out that the woman in front of her didn't cry loudly when she was drunk, but was unexpectedly cute.

Carried her to the bathroom bit by bit, quietly waiting for Lin Qiuran to finish.

When she came out, Zhao Qichen saw her with her eyes half down, holding on to the door frame, as if she was about to fall to the ground.

Zhao Qichen stepped forward to help her, but Lin Qiuran shook off his hand.

"Go away...don't touch me..."

Even his tongue was trembling when he spoke, can Zhao Qichen not help him like this?

No matter how much Lin Qiuran resisted, Zhao Qichen grabbed her arm tightly and wrapped her in his arms.

Who knew that one second he was still resisting Zhao Qichen and Lin Qiuran from contacting him, and the next second he was hooking Zhao Qichen's neck.

The flexible tip of his tongue climbed onto Zhao Qichen's collarbone, and Lin Qiuran's licking action made him gasp.

The darkness in Zhao Qichen's eyes surged again and again, and he said hoarsely:
"You know... what are you doing now?"

Lin Qiuran only felt a fire in her abdomen, and the tip of her tongue felt the vibration of Zhao Qichen's vocal cords, and she withdrew her mouth in embarrassment.

Trying to break free from Zhao Qichen's restraint, Lin Qiuran flicked her legs, and the slippers that were half hanging on her feet fell off in response.

"Men are big pigs..."

Walking in an S-shape with two feet on the ground, Lin Qiuran tried to go upstairs.

Zhao Qichen was left looking at Lin Qiuran's back with a complicated expression.

Inexplicably, he felt that Lin Qiuran's actions just now were a bit like the so-called uplifting ruthlessness...

That ambiguous provocative action, if I don't return it, I will feel sorry for myself.

After catching up again, this time Zhao Qichen directly hugged the unconscious woman.

Then he walked steadily upstairs.

Feeling the bumps, Lin Qiuran blushed and smiled foolishly.

His hands were dishonestly moving around the abdomen of the person holding him.

Both hands came to Zhao Qichen's lower abdominal muscles, feeling the hard touch, Lin Qiuran poked hard with his fingers.

Zhao Qichen gritted his teeth, almost reaching the limit of his patience.

But the person in his arms didn't realize that he was doing something dangerous. He seemed to dislike Zhao Qichen's too strong abdominal muscles, so he climbed up with his hands, and stretched his hands directly through Zhao Qichen's clothes to the two golden peas.

Zhao Qichen felt that the distance from the stairs to the room was so far away.

Throwing the person in his arms onto her big bed vigorously, Zhao Qichen finally felt the numbness on his chest disappear.

Seeing the woman in front of him enjoying herself, Zhao Qichen didn't know whether he was happy or regretted that he didn't stop her from drinking.

Lin Qiuran, who fell into the soft bed, half-closed his eyes at this time, with a soft expression.

As if she had been wronged, she started to cry in such a low voice.

Zhao Qichen's brain, which was still muddled, instantly sobered up.

When Lin Qiuran got drunk, her usual arrogance was completely gone, and what she revealed was her deepest hidden heart.

Slowly approaching, he could hear what Lin Qiuran was saying while sobbing.

"Dirty...why did you betray me..."

As if being shocked by an electric shock, Zhao Qichen thought of the magazine he saw in the hospital before.

Seemingly injured, Zhao Qichen's eyes flashed with unbearable pain.

The two have been together for so long, but he has never felt Lin Qiuran's exact intentions.

On the contrary, everything seemed like she was making ends meet.

Recalling the time when the two were together before, it seemed that he was the one who stalked Lin Qiuran and nodded at the beginning.

Telling the truth after drinking, Lin Qiuran never took the initiative to tell herself about her last love experience.

Betrayal seems to have taken root in her heart.

Could it be that after getting along for so long, she always felt in her heart that one day, she would betray her like the last man?

For the first time, Zhao Qichen, who was always proud, felt confused and afraid in front of his emotions.

Looking at Lin Qiuran who was still sobbing softly, Zhao Qichen finally softened his heart.

Taking off the coats of the two, Zhao Qichen put Lin Qiuran around him from behind, and gently covered them with a quilt.

As if comforting, Zhao Qichen patted lightly with one hand.

Finally, Lin Qiuran slowly fell asleep as if she had exhausted all her strength.

Only silent sighs in the darkness.

……

Lin Qiuran fully regained consciousness in the middle of the night, feeling the embrace behind her, and the half-dried tears at the corners of her eyes, she spent half a minute recalling everything that happened.

It's a pity, except that the more she thinks about it, the more her head hurts, and she can't remember anything about what she did after she was completely drunk.

Somewhat annoyed, she hammered the hammer head, and she tentatively shouted:

"Qichen, are you asleep?"

"Don't move, rest quietly."

The voice of the person above the head is low.

It turns out that I haven't slept yet.

Lin Qiuran resisted the urge to ask questions, and soon fell asleep again under the influence of the remaining alcohol.

Only then did the person behind slowly open their eyes, their eyes bursting with distress, heaviness, and various mixed emotions.

In the end, everything turned into a gentle kiss, which was gently printed on the hair of the person in his arms.

That night, Lin Qiuran had a dream.

Apart from myself in the dream, there is only a cloud of fog.

Seeing this cloud of fog getting farther and farther away from him, his heart ached metaphorically.

It's like I lost something important.