Qiao Xi 'er's entire body was tensed up as she lay on the bed, trying her best to get up naturally.
The strong smell of alcohol became stronger, and the bed beside her collapsed. She was lying on this side, and this time, she could not help but lean her whole body.
In the next second, her long hair was combed through by someone's long fingers. His entire face was buried in her neck. In the night, his hoarse voice murmured, " Xi 'er, Xi' er, Xi 'er, Xi' er, Xi "
The depth of their feelings all depended on their words.
At night, he seemed to be completely different from the deep and elegant man he was during the day.
On a drunk night, beside the girl he liked, when she was asleep, at that unknown moment, he seemed to have relaxed everything, just like the eighteen or nineteen-year-old teenager in the past, who had a weakness, knew how to rely on her, and knew how to act coquettishly.
He mumbled her name again and again, his voice filled with deep emotion.
