The Endless Shuttle

A warm heart with light green onion.

No wonder Orola will love the people in front of her.

At first, Qian Cong was only because of Luo Pei’s appearance, but after following Ollola to her house several times, and after a coincidence date between the two today, she understood that Luo Pei is so popular with women, and even lovers all over the world are not. It doesn't make sense.

This sense of peace of mind, like a tree covering the sky, is indeed intoxicating.

After that, the girl who was still in high school followed the young man into a bar place that did not match her age.

About two hours or so.

When the sky gradually darkened on Xianjin Island, a black-haired young man walked out with a sadly drunk girl.

"Rope...I still want to drink red wine...hiccup..."

"You'll be drunk if you drink any more, miss."

Qian Cong's face flushed, her eyes blurred and she was drunk, and she couldn't even stand steady.

After entering the bar, the girl immediately threw the words "only a little bit" behind her head after she was exposed to those sweet drinks for the first time, enjoying it with complete peace of mind.

A breeze blew from the fingertips of the black-haired youth, blowing away the smell of alcohol from the two of them.

He raised his head, looked at the sky, and looked at the girl in his hand.

It doesn't seem good to let her be at home just like this. The girl's parents always don't go home... or be responsible and take care of her tonight.

Then the black-haired youth naturally opened a room in a beautifully decorated love hotel at the back of the commercial street, and brought Lan Yu Qingchun into it.

After all, drunkenness and love hotels are a perfect match. .

Chapter 123 Two or Three Things After Drunkenness, the Corruption of the Belief World

It is the first time that Lan Yu Qian Cong has experienced the uncomfortable feeling of a hangover.

But she awakened from her hazy sleep, and the severe headache and stomach discomfort immediately occupied the girl's nerves, causing her to curl up and groan insignificantly.

"Are you okay?"

"Mouth... so thirsty..."

In a daze, Qian Scallion took a glass of water that someone had handed him, and sat up to drink.

The cool, slightly sweet water dispelled some of the uncomfortableness, but when the girl finished drinking half a cup, she suddenly realized an important thing.

There is rarely a second person in her family.

Father and stepmother often do not go home because they are busy with work. Qian Cong has lived alone most of the time since the middle school era.

And the feeling of the bed underneath is also different from usual.

"...Mr. Rope?"

Qian Cong stared blankly at the gorgeous and unfamiliar room and the dark-haired youth sitting in front of the window sill.

At this time, she felt the tingling sensation in her lower body.

"What's going on! Why am I in a place like this! Why are you here, Mr. Rope!"

The girl screamed and pulled the quilt up and wrapped her upper body with an expression of embarrassment.

Luo Pei took out his ears lightly and walked to Lan Yu Qiancong's side and sat down.

Qian Cong leaned aside subconsciously.

"Recall carefully, Qian Cong, drunkenness shouldn't deprive you of your memory."

The young man said gently.

While the girl was messy in the wind, she began to slowly pick up yesterday's memories from her mind.

Go out, meet, go shopping, Cain's witch, make hair...

Bar, wine, beer, drunk, love hotel...

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Qian Cong held his head in disbelief.

"Unexpectedly...really...in this kind of place...my first time!"

"Remember it?"

"Well!"

Qian Cong suddenly raised his head, and with a bit of silver teeth, tears in the corner of his eyes, he picked up the pillow behind him and hit Luo Pei.

"Pervert! Ghost! The lowest! The scum shot against female high school students! I still believe you so much, you did something like that to me while I was drunk! Go to death, perverted noble! I'm going to be right now. Call the police, wait for the prison meal..."

"Calm down."

Rope smiled as he blocked the beating of the pillow with his hand.

"Imagine again, isn't it all my responsibility when things evolve to the present situation?"

"Why is it not your responsibility! You..."

Qian Cong's voice suddenly got stuck.

Another important memory was recalled.

It seems that last night, when she was drunk and not like her appearance, she took the initiative to pull the black-haired young man onto the bed...and that kind of shameless gesture...

With a whine, the girl didn't care about hitting Rope, turned around and covered herself in the quilt, sobbing softly.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...

"I'm so frightened."

Rope patted the girl who was curled up in the quilt.

"You have the strength to be so angry, you must be fine. Are you hungry? Do you need me to order a meal?"

"do not want!"

"Where is the juice for hangover? Are you still uncomfortable now?"

"do not want!"