[Autumn Cicada] Nightingale and Rose

Ye Chong carried He Ying back home. Although He Ying was a little noisy along the way, she became more peaceful afterward.Therefore, Ye Chong put him on the sofa without worry, and went to the kitchen to pour some water for He Ying.

In the end, when Ye Chong returned to the living room with the cup in hand, He Ying was jumping up and down on the sofa, how could she be safe!

Ye Chong tried to persuade her, but He Ying didn't listen, but he tricked her into drinking another glass, and the silly girl drank it clean with the water glass in her arms, then rubbed her stomach and said she was full.

Not to mention whether He Ying was full after drinking or not, Ye Chong felt that he was probably full of anger from her!

Ye Chong saw that He Ying was still jumping up and down on the sofa, she had already drunk too much, if she fell...

Who knows, just as Ye Chong thought about it, the result was good but not bad. He Ying suddenly sprained her feet and fell down on the sofa crying.

Ye Chong strode forward, just about to see where she was hurt, but He Ying grasped his hands, her beautiful eyes widened, and she leaned over to look at him carefully.

He Ying tilted her head and looked left and right, she was so drunk that Ye Chong didn't even know anyone, "Who are you? I seem to have seen you somewhere?"

Ye Chong asked tentatively, "He Ying?"

He Ying's eyes lit up immediately, she immediately hugged Ye Chong's neck, and threw him down on the sofa.He Ying's movements were sudden, and Ye Chong was afraid that she would be hurt, so he had to let her go, and he was afraid that she would fall, so he hugged her tightly.

He Ying's chin poked Ye Chong's chest, looked into Ye Chong's eyes and smiled stupidly, "I remembered, you are my Ye Chong!"

"Ye Chong, I'm sleepy, can you take me back to sleep?"

As she spoke, He Ying rubbed Ye Chong's face coquettishly with her reddish and hot cheeks, then buried her head in Ye Chong's neck, and did not move.

Ye Chong's ears turned red, and he felt hot all over for a while, but fortunately, He Ying calmed down.

But a soft and fragrant body was lying on his body, this was still his dream sweetheart, Ye Chong thought he was not a saint, he said that if he didn't send He Ying back to the room at this moment, he would be in a mess.

Ye Chong took a deep breath, and seemed to have regained half of his sanity in this fiery and ambiguous atmosphere.With the support of this half-reason, Ye Chong finally carried He Ying back to her room.

Ye Chong was about to put the person in his arms on the bed, but those white jade-like lotus arms seemed to grow on him, and he was unwilling to let go no matter what.In order not to hurt He Ying, Ye Chong had no choice but to try his best to let her go, but this person's consciousness was hazy and confused, and he still didn't let go.

Ye Chong spent a lot of effort, his face was red, his forehead was sweating, his heart beat faster, and his whole body was hot.

Even so, Ye Chong couldn't let He Ying let go.

It was another reception and He Ying was drunk, it was so late, Ye Chong was also tired, and was thinking of taking a break, but He Ying, who was about to fall asleep just now, seemed to be waking up now.

Ye Chong was taken aback, in the current situation of the two of them, the lonely man and the widow hugging each other on the bed, he would not believe that there was nothing, even though there was really nothing.

Now if He Ying woke up and saw it, it would be embarrassing.

Before Ye Chong could think of a countermeasure, he heard He Ying mutter: "Water, drink water!"

When people are drunk, they always want to drink water more than usual.

Ye Chong finally breathed a sigh of relief and found a way to escape. He said to He Ying in a gentle and soft voice, "He Ying, let go, and I'll pour you some water, okay?"

He Ying was so drunk at this time that she could only hear someone talking, which was really noisy!

He Ying turned her head and aimed at Ye Chong who was talking, with her red lips blocked, Ye Chong couldn't speak anymore.

Well, it's quiet, that's great!

With lips and teeth attached to each other, He Ying seemed to have found a way to quench her thirst, and hugged Ye Chong even tighter.Ye Chong was still thinking about getting away, but now he was even more unable to move, because he was directly pulled by his neck and pulled him down.

Then, He Ying turned over and pressed Ye Chong under her body, wrapping her tightly.

It is said that people will go crazy when they drink too much, and He Ying opened Ye Chong's eyes today.

In line with the idea of ​​not worrying about the drunkard and running away quickly, Ye Chong used all his skills to control the enemy with his hands and feet, and carefully broke away from He Ying.

Ye Chong quickly stuffed the person into the quilt, then turned around and left. Don't look at this series of actions being done in one go, just looking at Ye Chong's red face, you know something is wrong.

He Ying was much more honest now, obediently sleeping there without moving, but she was still screaming thirsty and wanted to drink water.

Ye Chong remembered the kiss just now, his ears turned red, he hurriedly fled the room, and poured water for He Ying.

This came back again, but it cost Ye Chong half his life again, after all, taking a cold shower at night is no fun.

Just like that, Ye Chong, whose hair was still dripping, brought water into the room, and He Ying was originally stuffed under the quilt by him.How about right now, all the quilts are being kicked aside, and the person is sitting on it, with red lips pouted and ready to cry, and his fragrant shoulders are half exposed.

Listening to the movement, He Ying looked at Ye Chong and smiled brightly, which almost caused Ye Chong to throw the water glass out of his hand.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Ye Chong's throat tightened, he quickly put down his water glass, and went to help that little drunk who couldn't even untie his clothes.

Even though Ye Chong turned his face to the side not to look or listen, and he was extra careful not to touch He Ying, but he still inadvertently touched a handful of creamy, delicate and warm skin, which made him withdraw his hand immediately in fright.

He Ying was feeling hot when suddenly she felt a cold hand slide over her back, but it disappeared in a flash.

At this time, she took off her clothes, and it was a little cooler, but it was not enough for He Ying, and she began to fumble again to find that bit of coolness.

Ye Chong was sitting on the edge of the bed, calming his mind and adjusting his breathing. Who would have thought that two small hands would not let him go, like hooks for life-hunting souls, and even reached into the hem of his clothes restlessly.

Ye Chong's sanity was almost consumed by the raging flames, but He Ying was still fueling the flames desperately when she posted it.

Ye Chong knew that the last string of his reason was broken.

Ye Chong was originally a domineering person. When he lost control of his reason, he quickly attacked the city all the way and started a crazy counterattack.

It's just that when you love someone to the core, what you want to do most is to cherish her.

The evening wind blew in from the window, Ye Chong was jolted, and instantly woke up.

However, what he has done is just one step away, and he seems to be ignoring it.

Looking at He Ying's delicate and beautiful face like a flower and pure as snow, those charming hazy eyes are all about him at the moment, only him, Ye Chong is at a loss for a moment, he loves her, takes pity on her, but he can't give her happiness at all , he shouldn't... shouldn't...

Ye Chong's reason and love are entangled, and He Ying's lotus arms are stuck together again, Ye Chong has nowhere to retreat.

Forget it, since the fire of love is about to burn him up, let's burn it!

Ye Chong will give He Ying's happiness even if he tries his best, and protect everything about her.

It seemed that in an instant, Ye Chong made up his mind, and after that, it was the fusion of souls. This was the first time they got so close. There is me in you, and you in me, and they are inseparable.

In the darkness, figures overlapped, as if there was a lingering voice whispering, and a voice full of love was responding.

"He Ying, tell me who is yours?"

"Ye Chong, um, the sun!"

"He Ying, you are my sun!"