Mrs. Fu, please grasp the scale

The darkness in the room was not enough to obliterate everything.

Her eyes were smudged with alcohol, but they were still watery and pitiful.

His eyes, which were as fierce as they were stained with fire, were completely different.

The scar on the back of his head seemed to have been sprinkled with salt, hissing and itchy, so uncomfortable that he wanted to scratch, destroy, and want to put this woman who sprinkled salt on him...

Yu Shinan clenched his teeth tightly, the main artery in his neck was clearly visible.

Did she know how much self-control he had to use to keep from touching her.

She actually—

Fu Sichen leaned his back against the wall, she was frightened by his eyes, aggressive and angry, the arm on her shoulder was so hard that she felt like her bones were about to break.

It hurts.

If you don't like it, you don't like it. Why are you staring at me so fiercely?
As if she had done something extraordinary.

She's drunk, can't she be crazy about it?

Tears were suddenly forced out, and in this chaos, she just thought of the night she and him had without warning.

In the darkness, he split her cleanness and innocence strong and fiercely, and caught his breath.

He mistook her for the wrong person at that time, but he didn't stare at her like he is now.

Is she not as good as Lin Yuanqing?
That woman is so dirty and messy, and he can take a liking to her. Why can't he take a liking to her?
Drunkenness and jealousy rushed to his forehead, and Fu Sichen actually developed an unbearable loneliness, but she was pinned to the wall by him and couldn't move.

She hissed in pain, crying with the tears falling down, "It hurts so much, the bones are about to break. Let go."

It was only then that Yu Shinan realized how hard he was out of control, and hastily let go of the grip on her shoulders, but as soon as he let go, she staggered and wanted to fall, he subconsciously reached out to catch her, and when he got closer, he could see her more clearly With teary eyes, "Sorry, does it hurt?"

"It hurts, it hurts to death." She yelled at him a little annoyed.

Yu Shinan remained silent, moved his palm to her shoulder, and squeezed it lightly as if to comfort her.

His broad palm rested on her shoulders. Fu Sichen knew that with his strength, it would be easy to crush her bones, but when he squeezed her shoulders so clumsily, her heart felt sore and painful, and tears welled up. Even worse, gurgling out.

"Don't cry, Brother Nan couldn't control his hands right now." As soon as her tears fell, Yu Shinan was even more at a loss.

He wanted to wipe her tears, but felt that this action was too ambiguous.

With only one arm supporting her waist to prevent her from falling down, his voice was still a bit tense, and the emotions he tried to suppress jumped to a limit.

The little woman in his arms is delicate and tender, he is a man, a man who has unreasonable thoughts about her.

Taking a step forward would be too easy to drag her into the abyss.

But he was reluctant.

I am always reluctant.

He can do whatever he wants, but she can't, good or bad, she wants to be upright, a person who is nourished by the sun, how can he bear to drag her into the darkness.

Even if the beast in his body is wanton and crazy, he still restrains himself to prevent his madness from breaking through the moral bottom line.

Yu Shinan let go, he bent down and wanted to pick up the room card, but Fu Sichen suddenly took a step forward, and pressed her whole body against his body, with her small face upturned, shining brightly from tears His eyes caught him, "Brother Nan, anyone can do it except me, right?"

There was a moment of blankness in the brain, unable to think, the space at the door of the room was narrow, she leaned forward, he stepped back, behind was the wall.

Yu Shinan had never been so embarrassed in his life, being forced to move by a drunken little woman.

"What do you mean?" He didn't understand.

Fu Sichen put her arms on his shoulders, and she stood on tiptoe to lean against him, her palms suddenly covered his eyes, and the crying sound spread in her voice, "You can be with me if you can't see me, You don't even kiss me."

Salty tears mixed with his soft lips, and the tip of a small tongue lingered timidly and bravely on his lips.

It was as if a piece of fireworks exploded in my mind, that chaotic and absurd night, which lasted three years and I couldn't remember clearly, but it was still like a memory imprinted in my bones.

The hand that had been hanging by his side grabbed him forcefully, and Yu Shinan kissed the woman in front of him like crazy.

It's not that he didn't want to kiss her, he thought it was someone else.

The request without any emotion is purely to dispel the power of the medicine.

If he knew it was her, he wouldn't be willing to treat her like that, and even if he really couldn't help it, he would try his best to control it.

If he knew it was her, he wouldn't let her run away alone, and wouldn't let her bear that by herself.

Not to--

let her marry.

The domineering kiss swept all her voices crazily, and Fu Sichen was sucked into this whirlpool by him before he even had time to be dazed. She had absolutely no practical experience in dealing with it, but she desperately longed for his touch and intimacy. , the indistinct hum in his voice disappeared between his lips and teeth.

Her face was hot, and her body was also hot. Added to the bewitching effect of alcohol, she was about to faint.

The slender arms tried hard to cling to her, the palms touched his strong back, the sense of strength permeated from the stretched muscles, she was squeezed between him and the wall behind her, as if she was going to be rubbed into the blood by him.

She was shocked and timid by the man's mighty strength, her heart was about to jump out, but she was reluctant to push him away, and tried hard to catch up with his rhythm.

Her active cooperation was like a fire, throwing it directly on him, with a bang, it ignited spontaneously without ignition.

The blood in his veins was like fuel oil, bubbling and boiling, his eyes were blood-colored, like a rabid wolf in the dark night.

The woman's thin voice teased her nerves.

Layers of skirts fell off and got entangled in the arms.

The beating sound of the heart trembled as if it was about to smash the eardrums. Fu Sichen hugged him with trembling arms, feeling the man's lips slide down her neck like a hot iron. Being branded with his marks, he felt a tingling pain.

Her fingertips stabbed hard into his shoulder, her eyes were hot, and she couldn't help calling his name softly.

"Brother Nan."

The dark night breeds a spell, like a dark net, trapping struggling people in it.

Her soft voice resounded in the darkness, but it was like a sharp sword splitting his uncontrollable muddy head, like a basin of cold water was poured on his head, and he woke up instantly.

The arm holding her was shaking so hard that his whole body was covered in cold sweat. Yu Shinan froze in place for a while and couldn't move, only the arm holding her tightly was still tightly imprisoning her.

The passion he gave was too strong and hot, and she felt that she was going to be burned by him.

Even if he stopped, she didn't seem to be able to react, her breathing was still urgent, her ears were filled with the sound of her heartbeat, and she was so dizzy from the alcohol.

Fu Sichen thought, she was drunk, really drunk.

Yu Shinan's arms trembled, and he closed his eyes severely.

She was drunk, but he was not.