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  Han Xiaoye squatted in the kitchen and thought about it for a long time. She carefully analyzed the possibility of seduction and temptation, and made a fork.

   In the first one, she lowered her head and looked at her eyes. Her chest was much bigger than it was half a year ago, but she was still a long distance from ****. Lust - lure Fu Zhiyan, who likes ****, it's almost impossible, fork!

   In the second type, she could imagine the scene where she was thrown out of the room before the hungry tiger could pounce on the bed. The disparity in the strength of force is too great, fork!

  It can't be soft, but it can't be hard. How can I get Fu Zhiyan to sleep?

   Her mind was spinning fast, and she suddenly remembered that there was a scene in the movie she watched with Qiqi before, where the female protagonist sends the drunk male protagonist back to the room, and then...

   "Right! Wine!"

  Han Xiaoye stood up abruptly.

   She remembered that Fu Zhiyan's alcohol intake was not very good, and he basically didn't touch alcohol. As long as he gets drunk, he can do whatever he wants, right?

   It is better to take action than to act, and she immediately rummaged through the cabinets to find the wine. Because Fu Zhiyan didn't drink alcohol, there was basically no wine at home except for a few bottles of wine on the wine rack in his room. Han Xiaoye searched for a long time but couldn't find it. Just when she was about to give up, she saw a slap-sized bottle on the refrigerator, which looked a bit like wine.

   She took it down on tiptoe immediately, a series of English words, sexual, were written on the bottle. potency. wine.

   She doesn't know the first two English words, but she knows the last one - wine!

   Her eyes lit up!

   Turning it over and looking at it, it seemed to be an introduction to wine or something, but she didn't understand the dense English. But she saw a word - big!

"Big? Could it be that the degree of alcohol is high?" Han Xiaoye murmured curiously. She unscrewed the lid and smelled it. She didn't know what kind of alcohol it was, but it was barely smelling. "Should it be? Big, it's good to have wine anyway."

   found the 'tool for committing crimes', and she immediately poured it into the **** soup. She poured half a bottle of wine into a bowl of **** soup and stirred it well. She took a sip, and felt that the taste was strange, afraid that Fu Zhiyan would find out that she had put two more tablespoons of sugar.

   After tasting it again, it was confirmed that the strange taste had been suppressed, and only the sweetness remained. Everything is ready, just go upstairs. Han Xiaoye's nervous heart was beating wildly, and his palms were all sweaty. In order to strengthen her courage, she picked up the remaining half of the bottle of wine, and gulped her head up to dry it. Then he put down the wine bottle boldly, wiped his mouth, and said, "Fight!"

  …

  On the second floor, it was quiet outside Fu Zhiyan's room.

  Han Xiaoye took a deep breath and controlled the heartbeat that was about to jump out of her chest. She swallowed nervously and pushed open the door.

  The door is not locked.

   It was quiet inside.

   "Little uncle?"

   The light in the room suddenly turned on, the bathroom door opened, and a man in a bathrobe came out. His hair was dripping wet and hopelessly sexy!

  Han Xiaoye instinctively looked at his half-exposed chest—the texture was clear, fair, and powerful, and there were shameful drops of water on it, which was a crime.

   She had a ghost in her heart, and quickly looked away with a guilty conscience.

   On the other hand, it was Fu Zhiyan, there was no difference at all. Holding a clean handkerchief and wiping his hair, the usually indifferent phoenix eyes are particularly gloomy because of the water vapor, "Why don't you rest in your room? Where's Wang Ma?"

   As soon as he opened his mouth, Han Xiaoye immediately found the steps and handed him the **** soup naturally, "Wang Ma went out to buy vegetables, I will help her bring the **** soup to you."

   She added with a guilty conscience, "I'm afraid it won't taste good, so I added two more spoons of sugar."

  Fu Zhiyan had no doubts at all, put down the veil, rubbed his temples, "Put it on the table, I'll drink it later."

  How dare Han Xiaoye put it on the table, this bowl of **** soup has added ingredients! If he doesn't drink or forgets to drink, isn't it a waste of time?

  Han Xiaoye rolled his eyes slyly, moved to his side, holding a bowl, "I managed to keep it at the right temperature, and it will be cold if I don't drink it. Little uncle, drink it first."

  Fu Zhiyan really didn't want to drink at the moment. It was raining in the morning, and he didn't change his wet clothes for a long time, which caused his body temperature to be a little high, and his throat and lungs were burning, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

   But looking at the girl looking eagerly at him, he couldn't say anything to refuse.

   He frowned, took the bowl and took a sip, his brows furrowed even tighter, "How much sugar did you add?"

  Ginger soup was so sweet that it made me tired, and it was like swallowing a mouthful of white sugar.

   The already uncomfortable throat immediately stinged in protest.

  Han Xiaoye was extremely guilty, for fear that he would drink something else in it, he immediately raised his hand and swore, "I only added two spoonfuls, I swear!"

   She paused, blinked her eyes innocently, and grinned slyly, "Aren't I afraid that you will feel bitter?"

   Although Fu Zhiyan didn't believe what she said she only added two tablespoons of sugar. But I still drank more than half of the bowl, and put down the bowl until it was too sweet to bear.

  Han Xiaoye watched him drink the 'tool for committing crimes' with his own eyes, sweating all over his nervous back. She looked at the person who put down the bowl without blinking, and asked tentatively, "Little uncle, how do you feel?" The sugar shouldn't affect the alcohol, right?

   "How about what?" Fu Zhiyan had a headache because of the low fever. He rubbed his temples, found the medicine box from the drawer, took out a plate of cold capsules and handed it to her, "Take two of them later before going to bed."

  I just want to eat two grains on your chest! Han Xiaoye kicked him in his pocket without even looking, and looked at him carefully, "Don't you feel hot?"

   Could it be an expired bar?

   Why is there no response at all?

   However, speaking of the heat... She fanned with her palm, why did she feel so hot. Could it be that the air conditioner was running too high, or was she just too nervous?

  Fu Zhiyan finally felt that something was wrong, he turned his head, and his phoenix eyes were looking sharply at the girl in front of him. After noticing the abnormal blush on her cheeks, her pale thin lips suddenly pursed into a line.

   "Han Xiaoye, what did you put in that bowl of **** soup?"

   If he had to put it on his usual schedule, he must have discovered a problem long ago. But today he was exhausted and had a low fever in the rain, and his vigilance was reduced to a minimum. And the girl in front of him was someone he absolutely trusted, so he didn't think about it at all.

   If it wasn't for her repeated temptations, he still wouldn't have responded. Damn, what the **** did she put in?

  Fu Zhiyan had a bad guess in his heart.

  Although I don't want to admit it, but with the character of this little rascal, that may be the biggest!

   He took out the remaining half bowl of 'Ginger Soup' and tried it again, and sure enough, there was a strange numbness in the sweetness.