Ingenuity

Qingyan returned to her bedroom, soaked her red-hot hands in cold water for a while, then slowly wiped her hands clean and took off her clothes.

Halfway off, Qingyan suddenly remembered that there seemed to be ointment on the side of the bed to treat burns. He thought about waiting for the ointment to be applied before putting on his coat. The aroma of wine is tangy.

and many more……

booze? !

Before Qingyan could react, the candles in the room suddenly went out, and a black shadow came straight towards Qingyan. The next second, Qingyan was thrown on the bed, and there was a warm and soft touch on his lips, mixed with spirits. The aroma and the man's gasp.

Qingyan was stunned for a moment, and pushed the person on her body with both hands. Although she was extremely surprised and angry, she kept calm and lowered her voice to ask, "Zhuang Hansu? Are you crazy?"

Zhuang Hansu drank all kinds of meat and vegetables, his cheeks were flushed, "I'm not crazy... I'm going crazy waiting for you..."

Zhuang Hansu's eyes were blurred, and his eyes seemed to be out of focus when looking at Qingyan, but his slender hand accurately stroked Qingyan's lips, "Do you know...you should belong to me."

Qingyan frowned and grabbed Zhuang Hansu's wrist, "You're drunk."

"Drunk for you."

Qingyan pushed Zhuang Hansu, but his body was as stable as a rock, and he simply stuck to Qingyan's body like a boneless animal. His hot breath hit the side of Qingyan's neck, and he was completely drunk, "Come with me... "

His deep voice sounded like a curse in Qingyan's ears, "King Han is drunk and not sober."

Zhuang Hansu suddenly laughed lowly, the laughter was very magnetic, although he didn't look at it, both hands precisely grasped Qingyan's wrist, and when he was drunk, he became stronger, pressed down Qingyan, and kissed indiscriminately Lips with green salt.

Qingyan seemed to be drunk from the strong smell of alcohol, but couldn't push the drunkard away, so she had to turn her head aside, Zhuang Hansu didn't panic, and stretched out her hand to pull his thin underwear.

His movements were neither fast nor slow, and there was no hint of coercion, as if everything was going to happen naturally; Qingyan's mind was spinning rapidly, but his body didn't resist much.

The scene is so weird.

Zhuang Hansu tugged and tugged, but suddenly stopped moving.Qingyan panted heavily, staring at Zhuang Hansu with bright eyes without blinking, Zhuang Hansu propped his hands on Qingyan's side, slowly bent down to look into Qingyan's eyes, there was a faint glare in his eyes Red, eyes filled with something that looks like sadness and longing.

Qingyan discovered that Zhuang Hansu would never understand the way Zhuang Hansu looked at him.

His eyes don't look like Yan Zhi's, they are pure and affectionate.

When he looked at him, he always seemed to have thousands of emotions to express, but also seemed to have only one sentence to say.

Qingyan was caught in this pair of black eyes for a while, until Zhuang Hansu begged in a hoarse voice: "Why...can't you like me?"

"Why can't you look at me..."

The voice and expression were so pitiful that people couldn't resist, but Qingyan already had a heart and was basically immune.

"King Han, matters of affection cannot be forced."

Zhuang Hansu didn't run violently like in the TV series, but he just held Qingyan tightly in his arms with trembling hands and didn't say anything.

Qingyan had the illusion that there seemed to be a warm liquid slowly sliding over her neck.

Zhuang Hansu's feelings for Qingyan are not just possessive, he wants his heart, but now it is so difficult, he doesn't know how to move him.

"I can't do anything..." After a while, Zhuang Hansu's deep voice sounded, his drunkenness seemed to fade a bit, and he regained some sense, "I can only try my best to protect you before leaving."

Zhuang Hansu sat up, turned over and got off the bed, tidied up with his back facing Qingyan, then returned to his normal state of hooliganism, turned around and took out a small package of paper from his arms, and handed it to Qingyan, "It's ready, here's It is for the prince to save his life."

Qingyan suddenly regained consciousness, "Yan Zhi? What do you mean?"

Zhuang Hansu raised his eyebrows, "I was afraid that the old woman would be bad for you, so I kept staring at her. I am afraid that I will attack you today. There is no other way but to do this. Don't worry, if you eat this, he will There will be no problems."

Qingyan was in the fog, and could only hold the medicine bag and look at Zhuang Hansu.

Zhuang Hansu gave him a rare serious smile, then bent down, approached Qingyan softly, gently caressed the side of Qingyan's face with his hands, and leaned forward to smear the water on Qingyan's lips. a kiss.

Zhuang Hansu lowered his eyelids halfway, looked at Qing Yan, and said goodbye softly: "There will be no date."