Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

The amount of alcohol really varies from person to person.

Some people look weak, but in fact they can knock down a table of people without changing their expressions, such as Qu Menglong.

And some people look like they can drink, but in fact they drink very lightly.

Zou Zhiyi only found out today that Yanzhou is the second type.

In the whole venue, Yan Zhou was the most annoying, no one dared to go up to drink his wine, Zou Zhiyi was always by his side, and I didn't see him drink many glasses, but he was obviously drunk in his current appearance.

It looked different from any time when he was sober, and Third Master Yan replied, "I didn't drink much."

He squeezed her fingers, and suddenly said without beginning and end: "Mrs. Yan looks different from usual today."

Zou Zhiyi slowly frowned.

Different?
What's the difference?
Before she had time to figure out what Yan Zhou meant, Yan Zhou directly bent down and stared at her face seriously.

The focused gaze seemed to turn into substance, from her eyebrows to eyes, from nose to lips.

The eyes were too serious, Zou Zhiyi held his breath involuntarily, the air around him seemed to have warmed up.

Zou Zhiyi gradually became uncomfortable when he watched him, he stretched out his other free hand, and rested it on the corner of her lips, unknowingly, he was already very close, with a slight force on his fingers, he asked in a hoarse voice, : "What juice did Mrs. Yan drink just now?"

Already drunk drunk talk.There is no logic, this sentence does not seem to be connected with the previous sentence, Zou Zhiyi subconsciously asked: "It's orange juice."

"Orange juice?" Yan Zhou repeated, raising his brows slowly, his voice was almost a whisper, "But why do I smell the smell of peaches?"

His voice was low and hoarse, walking into Zou Zhiyi's ear, his breath with the smell of alcohol brushed his round earlobe, Zou Zhiyi was dazed, and couldn't hear what Yan Zhou said clearly for a while.

All her thoughts were on Yan Zhou.

With the light behind him, his facial features were hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see clearly, but his eyes became more and more clear, the standard Danfeng pupils, the tails of the eyes were raised, and the single eyelids were beautiful and messy, with a bit of drunkenness, they looked unusually attractive .

Zou Zhiyi looked a little dazed, "What?"

The Adam's apple moved, and the voice was hoarse, "Mrs. Yan, you smell like peaches."

Only then did Zou Zhiyi react.

She changed to a new perfume before, which has the fruity fragrance of peaches, and she sprayed it in a very small amount.

The little snail exuding the fragrance of peaches all over his body didn't know anything about the beast in front of him, and he was still standing in front of him, defenseless against him.

The beast squinted its eyes, and the sharpness was hidden in the deep black eyes. It looked at the little snail who lowered its head and looked up at him. There was a layer of lipstick on its lips, which looked bright under the light and looked extraordinarily attractive. .

His eyes gradually darkened, and finally merged with the night outside the window.

The aroma of peaches has been lingering at the tip of the nose. The sweet and attractive taste makes people think of the first bite of it, the juice filled the mouth, and the mouth is full of sweet taste.

Alcohol paralyzed her nerves, and she was no longer as calm and restrained as usual. Yanzhou couldn't control the beast in her heart, obeyed her inner impulse, hooked her chin, leaned over and kissed her deeply.