Glory to the ancestors

Rong Zhen sat beside the osmanthus bed, holding a handkerchief in his hand, and lightly pressed the sweat from the osmanthus forehead.

He wondered, this kid didn't usually drink alcohol, and he probably didn't drink much according to Yang Jin's opinion, why his face was hot and red.

Do you want to hire a doctor for him?

Just as Rong Zhen had this idea, before he could act, his sleeve was pulled. He looked down and saw that the hand of Osmanthus osmanthus stretched out from under the quilt, clutching his sleeve tightly.

This... he sighed.

Looking up again, the sweet-scented osmanthus stared straight at her.

"Is it uncomfortable?" Rong Zhen knew that if he stood up and left now, the relationship between the two would be dragged to a more stalemate, so he could only ask.

I don't know if it's because of the drunkenness after drinking, but the eyes of the sweet-scented osmanthus are hazy, as if they can't focus.

"I'll get you some water." Seeing that he didn't respond, Rong Zhen felt embarrassed.

Osmanthus osmanthus shook her head, grabbing Rong Zhen's sleeve and not letting go.

Rong Zhen felt that the sweet-scented osmanthus didn't seem to be awake, so he mustered up the courage to get closer and put his hand on the sweet-scented osmanthus' face, "Do you have a fever?"

Osmanthus continued to shake her head, rubbing her cheek against Rong Zhen's palm twice.

Rong Zhen didn't ask any more questions, and didn't even move.

Let time stop, let him enjoy the dependence of sweet-scented osmanthus again.

"Sleep if you're sleepy," Rong Zhen's voice was so soft that he could barely hear him.

Osmanthus still shook her head, grabbed Rong Zhen's sleeve, sat up with his strength, tilted her head slightly, and opened her arms towards Rong Zhen.

Rong Zhen looked at him blankly, and after a while, he hugged the sweet-scented osmanthus.

Only then did Osmanthus osmanthus show a satisfied smile.

Rong Zhen ran his hand across the back of the osmanthus osmanthus, and could clearly feel every joint on the osmanthus vertebrae. He counted unconsciously, and when he counted to more than 20 joints, his hand suddenly stopped.

Can't go on any longer...

Osmanthus osmanthus closed her eyes, buried her face in Rong Zhen's collarbone, bursts of hot air mixed with the smell of wine sprayed on Rong Zhen's chest, as if encouraging him to act.

Rong Zhen wrapped his arms around the osmanthus' waist, lowered his head, and kissed the loose hair of the osmanthus without a trace.

He told himself that this was enough, that was enough.

But his actions had diverged from his rationality, and he was heading in a completely different direction. He slowly raised the sweet-scented osmanthus face.

Osmanthus osmanthus opened his eyes again due to discomfort, and he didn't know if it was because of tiredness, but there was a misty light in his eyes, which seemed to make Rong Zhen emotional.

Osmanthus osmanthus probably saw Rong Zhen's face clearly, so she smiled again, suddenly raised her head, and rubbed the tip of her nose against Rong Zhen's cheek.

The two of them often played like this when they were young, at first it was just to amuse each other, but when they got older, Rong Zhen's feelings became more and more out of control, so they gradually stopped doing it.

Rong Zhen's heart clenched tightly, he knew that Osmanthus osmanthus treated him like this because he was drunk, but he couldn't let go of the love at this moment.

Just one click, it won't be remembered.

While thinking about this, Rong Zhen carefully turned his head to one side, and lightly touched the sweet-scented osmanthus with his lips.

unstoppable.

Osmanthus osmanthus was blindfolded, as if she would fall asleep at any moment, she had no defense against Rong Zhen's aggression at all.

The drunk sweet-scented osmanthus is extraordinarily well-behaved, he won't express his dislike with firm eyes, nor will he use a naive attitude to distance the distance between the two of them.

Just like that, limply in his arms like a kitten, his eyes half closed, his hands clutching his clothes, refusing to let go.

Rong Zhen supported Mu Xi's shoulders, and slowly put him on the bed, lying flat.

He leaned over and drew the outline of the sweet-scented osmanthus face with his fingers. The sweet-scented osmanthus face was very thin and had just shaken off the childishness of his youth. This reminded Rong Zhen that the sweet-scented osmanthus was also 17 years old, and she was already an adult.

Yang Jin had already removed the sweet-scented osmanthus coat, and he only needed to reach into the collar of the underwear to feel the warm skin of the sweet-scented osmanthus.

Rong Zhen kissed the side of the sweet-scented osmanthus neck, not daring to use force, just as cautious as he was with rare pearls and jade.

A little itchy, Osmanthus twisted her shoulders, trying to get rid of this uncomfortable feeling.

His little struggle was ignored by Rong Zhen, or Rong Zhen was aware of it but deliberately ignored it.

The bridge of his nose touched the throat of the sweet-scented osmanthus, feeling the delicate skin of the sweet-scented osmanthus. This is a child he raised with his own hands, and it belonged to him from beginning to end.

Osmanthus osmanthus still had the lingering smell of alcohol, and just this smell made Rong Zhen lose his mind, and his actions became more and more excessive.

Even in the dream, the sweet-scented osmanthus felt her body trembling and very cold. He tried his best to tighten his body, but something stopped him, it was stuck to his stomach, it was cold, and he had to stretch out his hand to push it away.

It's really getting in the way.

Rong Zhen grabbed the hand of the sweet-scented osmanthus, and pulled it to the top of the sweet-scented osmanthus, trying to fix it, but unexpectedly saw the wrinkled face of the sweet-scented osmanthus.

He closed his eyes tightly, what are he doing?

What's the difference between this and the fun-seeking guests of Ying Xue Lou?

He straightened up, still in shock, wondering what he was doing.

Osmanthus osmanthus' uneasy look is undoubtedly a basin of cold water, pouring Rong Zhen's desires all over his head.

Rong Zhen covered his face, unwilling to think about it, unable to face himself just now.

He took a few deep breaths in a row before his eyes returned to the usual cold look, and he wrapped the quilt back on the sweet-scented osmanthus.

Seeing the sweet-scented osmanthus's frowning brows relax, Rong Zhen felt even more uncomfortable, just a little bit, if he was a little more impulsive, he might never see the sweet-scented osmanthus' peaceful sleeping face again.

When he was a teenager, he was very emotional for a while, always thinking that if he used strong words against the sweet-scented osmanthus, he might possess him earlier.

What stopped him at that time was the thought now. Compared with the excitement of being able to possess the sweet-scented osmanthus, the fear of possibly hurting the sweet-scented osmanthus prevailed.

He protected the sweet-scented osmanthus so well, not to hurt anyone, including himself.

Rong Zhen was about to stand up, but found that Mu Xi's hand still hadn't moved away, grabbing her sleeve.

There was a burst of pain in the circles of his eyes, but he still couldn't let it go, no matter what.

Rong Zhen collapsed on the osmanthus, he couldn't feel anything through the quilt, but his heart was much more relaxed than before.

That's it, let yourself be with the sweet-scented osmanthus all the time.

No matter whether he has feelings for her or not, whether he will respond or not, no matter what happens in the future...

Seeing that Rong Zhen walked out of the room and didn't come back again, Jiang Yuhan couldn't help feeling a little worried. She rolled up her bedding and wanted to walk back to her room, but just as she walked out, she saw the door of Osmanthus osmanthus's room opened a crack.

She wanted to help the sweet-scented osmanthus close it, but she saw Rong Zhen through the gap.

He was leaning against the bedpost of the sweet-scented osmanthus, looking tired, with his eyes closed and his body straightened, as if he had fallen asleep.

If you look more carefully, you can see that the hand of the sweet-scented osmanthus is tightly held between the two hands.

It's like the fate of two people, tightly held together by Rong Zhen, unable to separate.

Jiang Yuhan didn't know why, tears just fell down in disobedience, she covered her face, and slid down along the door frame.

All she wanted was this kind of feeling, and now, not only could she not get it, but she also ruined other people's.

She bit her lip tightly and whimpered softly.

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