When he approached, he smelled of alcohol. How much wine did he drink?
"Hey, are you okay?" I felt bad when I saw him like this. I crouched down to help him up. As soon as my hand touched his, he dragged it into my arms and slammed my head on his shoulder.
"psst!" I’m bleeding in pain.
He hugged me to death and buried my face in my neck, inhaling deeply and mumbling "it smells good"
"Hey, are you drunk?"
He chuckled, his hands shrinking tighter and tighter as if to rub me into his chest.
"Zou Chen, do you want to strangle me?" I pushed him to earn.
"Shh … don’t talk. Let me hold you for a while." Then he drilled his face into my neck and giggled again.
The man seems to be completely drunk.
"Let’s cool down, shall we?" I tried to withdraw from his arms, but he stubbornly refused to let go.
"Be obedient or I won’t let you hug."
He slightly raised his head and rubbed his face on my face and smiled lightly. "That … I’ll hold it for a long time." The tone was childish like a child.
It’s the first time I’ve seen him drunk. It turns out that he’s drunk … so cute. It’s a big contrast with usual.
"I want you to be obedient."
"Well … well," he loosened his hand slightly, and I was busy earning his hand. My feet were sore when I squatted. I propped up his hands and propped up his arms. "Get up and go to bed."
I almost tried to pull him up from the ground. I just pulled him up. He leaned over and pressed me against the wardrobe, and the weight was leaning on me.
"Zou Chen, wake up. I’m crushed to death by you." My face was pressed by him on my chest. It’s hard to say anything without daring to push him.
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A man threw the ground and said, "If you crush it, you won’t run around."
Ugh!
"You’re not obedient again, aren’t you? Then I won’t let you hug him for a while." I slowly pushed him a little and took two breaths to support him through his arm and bring him into the room.
"I feel sick," he muttered half squinting.
"I deserve to drink so much when I know I’m uncomfortable," I muttered angrily. "Why don’t you bully me when you’re drunk and don’t go home?"
"I … there is bullying you" are drunk and know sophistry.
I finally helped him to bed, but he was lazy and insisted on sliding to the ground.
"Zou Chen, if you are lazy again, I will throw you to the ground." As soon as I put him down on the bed, I quickly lifted his feet and put them on the bed, took off his shoes, and stopped him from rolling out and drinking, "If you touch me again, I will hit you." This guy is exhausted.
He giggled twice again. "You can’t beat me. I’m good."
Seeing him drunk and unconscious, I really cried and raised my hand and slapped him in the leg. "No matter how bad you are, you are bullied by me now."
"Pain" He frowned and pouted.
I was amused by his cute appearance, and my heart was soft. I leaned over and raised my hand to stroke the broken hair on his forehead, then straightened his body, took off his wrinkled shirt, and then put a pillow into his arms to cover him. I turned around and tried to throw him a towel to wipe his face, but a man pulled the pillow out of his arms and threw it to the ground. "I don’t want to hold this."
Really care about it
I ran into the bathroom, threw a towel as quickly as I could, and then ran back to the bed. When a man rolled into the bed again, he was about to fall off. I ran over and stopped him, but he hugged my waist and didn’t move.
"I’ll wipe your face when you’re lying down." Pushing his shoulder, he didn’t move. I broke his hand. Suddenly, he carried me into the bed with one hand and turned over and pressed me firmly to the body.
He slowly opened his eyes, and wait for a while looked at me with confused eyes. Then he evoked his lips and raised a charming smile. "Tong Tong, I finally caught you."
My heart was filled with bitterness in an instant, and my eyes were slightly hot. I raised my hand and gently wiped his face with a towel, from eyebrows to corners of his mouth. He quietly asked me to wipe it without moving.
"Do you hate Tong Tong very much?" I whispered.
He blurred and narrowed his brow, and suddenly it was very painful.
I threw the towel at the bedside table, raised my hands and held his face. I asked softly again, "Do you hate it?"
He looked at my eyelids and blinked, and his face was rubbing against my neck socket. He was pricked by my short hair and murmured "It itches", and his head was pregnant with my collarbone.
Look at his struggling expression just now. It must be hate, right?
I put my hands around his head and kissed my forehead and whispered, "I’m sorry."
He suddenly pushed me sideways into his arms, his hands and feet wrapped around me like claw fish, and he dreamed, "I will never let you escape again."
I was lying on his chest, and he wrapped his hand around his shoulder and patted "sleep well"
He gasped for air, and his hands clung to me more and more. "Don’t sleep … you’re gone when you fall asleep."
I kissed him, withdrew my hand, stroked his face and gently coaxed "I’m not leaving."
"Hum, you are a liar … I don’t believe you any more in my life."
Chapter two hundred Who is cheating?
I kissed him, withdrew my hand, stroked his face and gently coaxed "I’m not leaving."
"Hum, you are a liar … I won’t believe you in my life."
My nose ached and tears spilled out. He said yes … I was a liar. I shouldn’t have lied to him like that. I was even suspicious at the beginning-maybe we wouldn’t be like this now.
"Cheat … promised to wait for me in the same place forever … but it just disappeared." His chest was undulating and a little resentful.
I said I buried my head in his neck socket.
"It hurts … it really hurts … I feel bad …" He muttered something like heartache and drinking.
I want to withdraw from his arms, and his hands and legs are more tightly wrapped.
"Can I get you some water to drink?"