This host can handle it, let her be the villain, she is the real deal

She hugged the man like a coquettish child, buried her face in the man's chest, the muffled voice came out, with some warmth.

"Humility..."

A little smile slowly appeared on Shen Yue's face. Her eyebrows and eyes were gloomy and indifferent all year round. Now that she smiled like this, it seemed to be tinged with shyness, showing shyness and embarrassment.

Cheng Qiangong's arm stopped in mid-air, and finally fell down, encircling the person in his arms, unconsciously, a smile appeared on his brows and eyes.

He carried the girl in, and the room was extraordinarily warm, dispelling the cold.

Cheng Qiangong pulled Shen Yue into his arms, letting her weight rest on him, hugging him full of possessiveness, but he didn't use too much force for fear of hurting her.

Qingyue's voice was soft, softly ringing in Shen Yue's ears.

"Is it cold?"

Shen Yue hugged the man's waist tightly, her mind was dizzy, "No, it's not cold."

A little behaved.

Cheng Qiangong had never seen Shen Yue who was drunk, he was very clingy, he hugged him tightly all the time, unwilling to let go, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

My heart is warm, like a soft feather brushing my heart, leaving waves of itching, the more I scratch it, the more itchy.

Shen Yue raised her head and put her hands around the man's neck, resting on her toes, stumbling, biting his lip tenderly and tenderly, without any force, like a kitten whose fangs have been pulled out.

The beautiful snow-white face was stained with a thin layer of red, like a layer of rouge, the eyebrows and eyes were exquisite and picturesque, the black eyes were glistening, and the mole at the corner of the eye became more and more vivid.

Snowflakes fluttered outside, while the inside was as warm as spring. The candles were brightly lit, and the warm yellow light seemed to be ignited with an ambiguous fire.

The elegant and tall man's eyelashes drooped, pinching the girl's waist with one hand, and pressing the back of the girl's head with the other hand, controlling everything about her, lowering his head and biting the soft and full lips.

Because of her height, Shen Yue had to stand on her toes and raise her head. Maintaining this posture would cause her soreness, her calves trembled slightly, her breathing was taken away, and the corners of her bright red eyes were forced to shed crystal tears. .

Just like a butterfly entangled in a spider's web, the sticky and tight web firmly stuck to it, the more it struggled, the tighter it became, and it was impossible to break free until death.

A faint pink appeared on the man's gentle and ascetic face, which was an extremely forbearable desire. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes, which had always been restrained and rational, were infected by deep desire.

He is restrained, but also crazy.

The extreme contrast is full of astringency.

Shen Yue's legs were already weak, and they were all supported by the man's arms.

At the back, Shen Yue was sobbing pitifully in a low voice, and Cheng Qiangong left slowly, his breathing was a little heavy, he lowered his head and pressed his forehead to the girl's, and his brows and eyes were as soft as sand.

He picked up the girl, as if holding a child, and carried her to the bed.

Shen Yue's eyelashes were stained into clusters by tears, and the front of her clothes was slightly messy, revealing her snow-white skin, which was a little pink, and the fragrance emanating from the flesh became more and more intense, entwined with the smell of wet wine, becoming It has a very attractive taste.

Just as Cheng Qiangong wanted to get up, his sleeves were grabbed. He paused slightly, lowered his eyes, and looked at the girl whose eyes were blurred and subconsciously dependent on him.

He pursed his lips, the plump and bright red lips became swollen due to the rude and fierce kiss just now, and they couldn't close together a bit, as if he could squeeze out the fragrant juice with a firm squeeze.

Cheng Qiangong knew very well that he was a little out of control.

From the moment the girl hugged him in the smell of alcohol, called his name in a soft and coquettish voice, tiptoed, and kissed his lips with difficulty and greenness, she was out of control.

The heart that had been calm for a long time was disturbed, and the water was sparkling, and it could not be restored for a long time.

This is not a good sign, and it is out of his control.

Cheng Qiangong felt the pull on his sleeves, closed his eyes, calmed down the burning fire in his heart, and warned himself over and over again not to have thoughts that he shouldn't have.

He thought calmly.

Staying by Shen Yue's side for a year, although it can't be said that he was willing, but he didn't allow himself to fall like this, because after all, he and Shen Yue were not on the same side, and he couldn't gamble with the world.

The fourth prince is cruel and merciless, if she is allowed to seize the throne, it will be a disaster, especially for the common people.

It is impossible for Cheng Qiangong to shake his initial heart for so many years just because of this little bit of heartbeat.

Cheng Qiangong opened his eyes, looked down at Shen Yue again, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He can't be soft-hearted, if he is soft-hearted at this time, then all previous efforts will be wasted.

Moreover, who knows how sincere Shen Yue is?

but……

One's eyes cannot deceive anyone.

Cheng Qian tried his best to restrain his uneasiness and analyzed rationally.

When the time comes, he will save Shen Yue's life as compensation, and he will try his best to satisfy all of Shen Yue's conditions, except for the throne, everything is fine.

And didn't Shen Yue keep saying that she liked him?

That being the case, then he will take care of Shen Yue for the rest of his life, not marry a concubine, she will be the only one in this life.

Thinking of this, Cheng Qiangong suppressed the guilt that was about to break out of his shell.

This time is the most unshakable, Cheng Qiangong took a deep breath of hot air, and couldn't stay any longer.

Pulling out his sleeves, Cheng Qiangong turned around and wanted to leave, but before he could take a step, his hand was loosely held by the person on the bed.

Cheng Qiangong lowered his long eyelashes with forbearance and restraint, leaving a shadow under his fair eyes.

The slender and pale fingers held his hand, the sleeves slipped slightly, the slender and thin wrist was fragile and beautiful, soft, as if it could be broken with a little force.

Cheng Qiangong gritted his teeth, his sexy Adam's apple rolled and rolled, thirsty unbearably.

Even though he was warning himself in his heart, he still met the girl's eyes uncontrollably.

Those jet-black eyes were glowing with lingling water, and the end of the eyes was very red, with a thin layer, and the lips were so swollen that they couldn't close them.

She was still drunk and not sober, but she still remembered to hold his hand and not let him leave.

Realizing that Cheng Qiangong was about to leave, the girl's slender and thick eyelashes trembled again and again, as if she was very disturbed, she stuffed her soft fingers into his rough palm.

"Cheng Qiangong, don't go."

The gorgeous voice was a little hoarse, like a child who didn't get candy, just looked at the man quietly, that kind of eyes that no one could resist.

With a small voice, with a slight vibrato, all eyes are on the man in front of him.

"Cheng Qiangong, don't leave me."