He Huan was a little drunk. She leaned on his shoulder and stroked his handsome chin with a finger. Her eyes were a little intoxicated. Qin mo, you're actually very good looking.
hmm. he lowered his head. go home? "
he huan hugged him tightly and buried her face in his arms. " "qin mo, have you eaten?"
His gaze was deep. not yet, but I'm full of anger.
He Huan looked straight at him, not quite understanding what he meant. Then, she probably thought of something and made a fuss about accompanying him to eat.
"let's go home and eat." qin mo frowned.
with that, he bent down and picked her up horizontally, walking straight out.
He Huan was still playing in his arms. Her red lips were slightly open, and her breath was blowing on his heart.
there was a thin layer of cloth between them, and it felt a little numb.
Qin mo lowered his head and looked at her. I really shouldn't have let you out. You're so drunk.
