Lucky to Have You Till the End

Tang Xinyan shrank her neck and looked up at the man who held her tightly in his arms.

Seeing his dark and deep eyes like the night sky, she wondered for a while whether he was really drunk.

When she took a closer look, his eyes were slightly smoked and misty again, and he was not very sober.

They all speak truth after drunk.

He just said that she is his medicine, is it from the heart?

However, she really didn't know, and shouldn't she believe that he was sincere to her!

She asked him why he let her family go bankrupt, but he refused to tell her why. She doesn't believe in commercial competition.

Is there competition to the point where her father needs to kneel down and beg him?

"Mrs. Mo, come back to me, huh?" He bit the skin around her neck gently, the hot and humid breath, and the soft touch made her feel so tender and numb.

A thin layer of mist was cast in the black and white eyes of the apricot.

Looking at his handsome face with sharp edges and corners, she sighed lowly, "Wei Mo Chi, can't we go back?"

Mo Chiwei looked at her red eyes and bit her lips slightly, his eyes darkened a little, "Mrs. Mo, kiss me."

Tang Xinyan's long eyelashes trembled, and she looked at him in confusion.

He closed his eyes slightly, his eyelashes covered his deep eyes, and she couldn't see his look at the moment.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard his low and dull voice sound, "Even in a dream, do you refuse to kiss me?"

Tang Xinyan was stunned.

He took all this as a dream?

Also, he drank so much alcohol, naturally he couldn't distinguish between reality and dream.

"Mrs. Mo, kiss me, huh?" He repeated it again, his voice coaxing, like a command.

A heart in Tang Xinyan's chest was pounding.

She looked at his thin lips pressed slightly under the bridge of his nose, and swallowed in her throat.

No matter how she denied it, or pretended not to love him anymore, she could not deceive her heart.

In my heart, still pretending to be him, thinking of him.

He is right, the opposite of hate is love.

Could she take advantage of him to be drunk and take the initiative to kiss him?

These days, she really missed him...

There are two voices in my mind constantly alternately ringing, one tells her not to kiss, he is her family's enemy. The other asked her to kiss, and he woke up tomorrow, thinking it was a dream.

In the end, she couldn't help but wrap her hands around his neck.

The whole person seemed to be bewitched by him, and he put on his lips regardless of the initiative.

Consider it a dream!

When her soft lips slowly pressed on, he sighed in satisfaction.

His lips are warm, with a faint smell of wine.

She followed the way he kissed her every time, and gently traced his lips.

There was a fire in his body immediately, and it rushed towards the lower abdomen violently.

He didn't take the initiative to respond, but enjoyed the feeling of being kissed by her.

If she knew he was awake, she probably wouldn't take the initiative--

A bitter taste spread from the bottom of his heart.

It turned out that he wanted to get close to her, so he had to use this method.

Tang Xinyan kissed his thin lips, and wanted to move away, but the back of his head was held in the next second.

He pried away her shell teeth, warm tongue, and drove straight in, curling her pink tongue with force.

Breathing, suddenly messed up.

As if to release the torrent of heart, he kissed deeply, stroked her upper and lower jaws, and re-wrapped her tongue.

Wild and turbulent, as if to hook out each other's souls.

Big palm followed the hem of her clothes and got in.