After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

"Qiao Yu, say you love me."

"..."

so suddenly?

"Two thousand." He increased the price.

"...??"

He thought the other party was silent and just raising the price, so he increased the price again with an expressionless expression: "Five thousand."

Just saying that, five thousand is very profitable.

Only fools don't make money.

Qiao Yu held the steering wheel, her heart trembling for no reason.

In fact, Bao Hanshi was drunk at the moment and didn't even know who she was. He didn't even open his eyes to look at her. It was very simple to just say something casually.

But for some reason, Qiao Yu hesitated for a long time, but couldn't say: "I..."

"Ten thousand."

"……I love you."

"Who do you love?"

Qiao Yu was extremely embarrassed, her ears felt hot, so she could only bite the bullet and continue to pretend, "...Mr. Bo, is this another price?"

His voice was smooth and steady, as if talking about business, "Twenty thousand."

Qiao Yu took a deep breath and said calmly: "...I love you when it's cold."

OK?

From the car mirror, she secretly glanced at the man in the back seat who had always closed his eyes to concentrate, and let out a sigh of relief.

He seemed to really think she was driving for him.

……

When we arrived at Yujingyuan, it was already past one in the morning.

With great effort, she helped him to the master bedroom.

I went to make another cup of honey water and brought it over.

She handed him the honey water, "It will make you feel better after drinking it. It's not drugged."

Bao Hanshi leaned on the bed and rested for a while, then slowly opened his heavy eyelids. The woman in front of him, in the dim light, gradually completely overlapped with the familiar face in his memory.

This 75 Degrees' solitary bravery truly lived up to its reputation, and it actually made him so drunk that he had hallucinations.

In fact, it's rare to get really drunk when you're cold, so this is one time.

He sat there leaning on his arms, looking at her with his slightly drunken eyes, deep and soft.

He stared like that for who knows how long, and before he knew it, his eyes were covered with red bloodshot eyes.

But he felt satisfied just looking at her like that, and the corners of his lips curled up subconsciously, "Why don't you leave?"

"I came back this time to hold a parent-teacher conference for little Xiangsi. I will leave after the parent-teacher conference."

This is like Qiao Yu.

But even Qiao Yu who said this is fake Qiao Yu.

The real Qiao Yu would not come looking for him in Nancheng in the middle of the night.

Bo Hanshi clearly distinguished between drunken illusions and reality. He actually hoped that he was confused.

But he is a man who can't even be confused.

He sank soberly and abused himself.

Qiao Yu thought he was mostly sober, "Are you still feeling sick to your stomach? I'll go cook some noodles."

She remembered that there were noodles in the kitchen. Little Xiangsi loved pasta, so Zhang’s mother bought a bunch of them when she went shopping.

Bo Hanshi grabbed her wrist and said, "Since it's a dream, what do you do, is it up to me?"

"What? You don't want to eat noodles? What do you want to eat?"

She thought he was talking about what kind of midnight snack to make, and it was up to him.

Before she could react, Bo Hanshi had already dragged her into his arms and held her tightly in his arms.

She finally came to visit him in his dream today. If she just cooked, would it be too cheap for her?

However, this 75-degree wine is quite refreshing, giving people a muddled feeling of overlapping reality and reality. The thin waist in the palm is soft, and Qiao Yu's face is both real and dreamy.

"Baohanshi?"

Qiao Yu called him, and he only saw her red lips opening.

He smelled the light scent of roses on her body, which was different from the ordinary scent of rose water. She often uses this one. The rose fragrance is light and cold, like morning dew. After merging with her body temperature for a long time, the rose fragrance gradually warms, but it is not scorching warmth. The warmth is more like It’s the melting of ice and snow under the high mountains.

It's Qiao Yu's taste.

The light fragrance of roses mixed with cold snowflakes is as close as it is far away. You can't catch it, you won't get tired of smelling it, it's cold and alluring.

The 75-degree alcohol seemed to have residual warmth, and the kiss he gave seemed to be filled with flames, very hot.

While the lips and tongue were raging, Qiao Yu wanted to push him away.

But Bao Hanshi buried himself in her neck and begged in a low voice: "Yuyu, it's not easy for you to come to my dream, but it's all fake anyway, don't reject me."

"..."

Qiao Yu was stunned, his heart trembling.

He was really drunk and thought it was a dream.

"When it's cold, I..."

She wanted to tell him that this was not a dream.

But the rest of the words were already swallowed up by him. He put his arm around her waist and hugged her gently, and the two of them rolled onto the soft big bed.

Qiao Yu was pinned under him.

In the dim light, she looked at his alcohol-drunk pupils, which were deeper than usual, like a vortex, sucking her in.

The man's slender hands stroked her hair lovingly, and when he looked at her, there was tenderness and affection floating in his eyes.

He said: "Don't be afraid, this is in a dream, it won't hurt."

"..."

But she wasn't in a dream, she was real.

She took two pills of Paroxetine on the plane. Because she was coming to the imperial capital, she didn't plan to meet little Xiangsi secretly without telling Bo Han, so she took the medicine in advance.

But even if she was afraid, she couldn't hide.

You can never expect a drunk man to have some sense and self-control left.

He clasped her fingers and pressed them on the bed.

He looked at her so deeply that Qiao Yu's heart beat faster. He looked at her like that, pushed away her knees, and plundered every inch of her.

How someone can be gentle and violent at the same time.

Qiao Yu felt it now. The way he looked at her was extremely gentle, so gentle that he seemed to want to give everything to her... At the same time, he felt like he was about to be crushed.

Because it was a dream, he was extremely unrestrained and more ruthless than every time before.

Qiao Yu was in pain, and the ends of her eyes were so wet that she was about to cry, "Be gentle when it's cold...!"

"But I'm already very gentle with Yuyu."

He kissed her ear and temples, and his hot breath completely enveloped her, destroying her with no intention of holding back at all.

On the contrary, when she cries, he becomes even worse.

Qiao Yu regretted it and grabbed the edge of the bed with both hands to escape, but was dragged back again. Once he tasted Bo Hanshi, he would never let go.

In the dream, Qiao Yu belonged to him completely.

He didn't have to worry about her stress reaction, nor did he feel sorry for her pain. He knew very well that this was a dream, a dream dominated by his consciousness.

"Yuyu, never cry and beg for mercy from a man in bed, he will only get worse."

"..."

Qiao Yu bit her lip, feeling like she was about to die.

She regretted it. The sheets she was holding tightly in her hands had already been crumpled, leaving a mark on her body like a demon when she was cold.

When she was about to collapse, he picked her up, pushed her to the head of the bed and forced her to say: "Yuyu, if you say you are mine, I won't do it for the fourteenth time."

"...?"

He looked at her slightly white lips and said, "This is the thirteenth time."

There was only that one time seven years ago.

Later, they met again and used improper relationships to bind each other, ten thousand at a time, eleven times.

This is...the thirteenth...between them.

Qiao Yu's ears turned red.

How could anyone remember this number of times so accurately?

"..."

Qiao Yu was confused for a moment.

Bo Hanshi pushed her deeper, "If you don't tell me, are you expecting me to perform the fourteenth time?"