Quick Travel: Crazy criticism of the host and his love for him

Alcohol numbs the brain and makes people feel top-heavy.

Qin Yuanzhen asked the driver to pick him up and asked Yan Yu if he wanted to come with him.

Yan Yu shook her head and refused, and took a taxi to Yunzhong.

Pushing open the door to the dormitory, a wine bottle rolled to Yan Yu's feet. Yan Yu took a look and saw that there were many similar bottles and jars.

Jiang Muyao's face was flushed, and he was already lying on the ground unconscious.

Rong Zhimian lowered his head and covered his face with his hands.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he followed the call.

"...Yan Eucalyptus."

Yan Yu responded vaguely, closed the door, and staggered toward her room.

Jiang Muyao didn't know what happened. Bottles were scattered all over the ground. There were some random bottles of wine, and many of them were unopened.

Yan Yu stepped on a wine bottle. The bottle rolled and his whole body fell forward. Fell into a hormone-filled embrace.

"careful!"

"...Thank you."

Rong Zhimian didn't let go, Yan Yu's chin was clasped on his shoulder, and he didn't move for a moment.

"I'll help you over."

"it is good."

Letting Rong Zhimian help him step into the room, Yan Yu quietly kicked the door shut.

Rong Zhimian helped Yan Eucalyptus walk to the bed, and was about to put him down when Yan Eucalyptus wrapped his arms around his waist, and the two of them fell on the couch together.

Rong Zhimian was startled, fearing that he might accidentally crush someone, so he hurriedly stood up.

"Yan Yu..."

Yan Yu's eyes were intoxicated and distracted, one hand was placed on Rong Zhimian's waist, and the other hand was already touching his face.

"Ayao..."

Perhaps Yan Yu's expression at the moment was too confusing. Rong Zhimian held Yan Yu's hand that was touching his face, and by some mistake, he responded: "Yes."

"Don't leave, okay?"

"……it is good."

Yan Yu smiled, tightened his arms suddenly, and the two of them were close to each other.

He rubbed the crook of Rong Zhimian's neck with the bridge of his nose, then turned over and exchanged positions with him.

This posture is intimate and ambiguous, and the taste gradually changes with constant friction.

Rong Zhimian only felt the warm breath spreading up from his neck. When his earlobe hurt, an electric current rushed into his body, causing his whole body to tremble.

His fingers fell on Yan Yu's shoulders, and he wanted to push the person away but was held by Yan Yu.

"Yan Yu...don't..."

Yan Yu embedded her fingertips, interlocked with his, and pressed directly on both sides of his head.

At the same time, a hot kiss covered her, and he was too domineering to allow anyone to refuse.

For Yan Yu, there is no reason not to eat the meat that is in his mouth. Rong Zhimian's little resistance is not a problem.

I don't know how long it took, but Yan Yu, who was full of pain, stopped the pace of whipping, lay on Rong Zhimian's back, and enjoyed the afterglow of death.

Rong Zhimian's pupils were out of focus, the ends of his eyes were red, his cheeks were full of spring color, and his whole body was stained with the smell of alcohol from Yan Yu.

By the time his eyes gradually became clearer, his breathing at the back of his shoulders had become calmer.

"Yan, Yan Eucalyptus..."

The voice was extremely hoarse and dry, as if a razor blade was being scraped.

All the cells in his body were clamoring for fatigue. Rong Zhimian waited for a long time before raising his hand to push the person.

The feeling of slowly pulling away is clear and obvious, touching one's nerves, making one's cheeks feel hot, and the feeling of shame is overwhelming.

After a lot of effort, Rong Zhimian picked up the coat that fell on the ground and tied it around his waist, then walked to the bathroom.

There is a figure in the bathroom mirror, with bite marks on the chest and pinch marks on the waist and legs, which are all unbearable to look at.

Rong Zhimian glanced uneasily and turned on the shower.

After struggling for a long time to clean himself up, thinking about the ridiculous end result, Rong Zhimian stepped into Yan Yu's room again.

At this moment, Yan Yu had changed his sleeping position. He was lying on his side, not caring at all about showing off his assets in front of Rong Zhimian.

He quietly watched Rong Zhimian tidying up the messy room and fetching hot water to cleanse himself, without saying a word.

No, in order for Yan Eucalyptus to sleep comfortably, he also changed Yan Eucalyptus's sheets, which was also a big thank you to the young master.

After doing all this, he still stared at Yan Yu beside the bed for a while before leaving.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Yan Yu raised her eyelids, then turned over, without any burden to watch the butterflies with Zhuang Zhou.

The next day, Yan Yu slept until she woke up naturally and got up refreshed.

The door to Rong Zhimian's room was still closed, and Jiang Muchao was still lying on the floor...

Yan Yu paused for a moment, moved Jiang Muchao to the sofa, and began to clean up the mess on the floor.

When it was done, he carried the garbage out.

After having breakfast in the cafeteria, thinking about the two people in the dormitory, I packed up two more portions to take back.

When Yan Yu entered the dormitory, Rong Zhimian happened to come out of the room.

He put down the food in his hands, looked up, and met Rong Zhimian's eyes.

He suddenly raised his head, and Yan Yu seemed to know nothing and called him over to eat: "Want to eat? I came back from the cafeteria and brought you some."

Rong Zhimian pursed his lips and hesitated for two seconds before walking over. He was a little uneasy in his heart, but he didn't show it.

Yan Yu pushed the food to him, and he opened it and started eating without saying a word.

"Okay, I can't tell you that I don't have a girlfriend, but the effect is obvious. How does it taste?"

Yan Yu stared at the marks on the collar of his clothes and asked meaningfully.

Rong Zhimian paused in his eating movements. While I breathed a sigh of relief, I felt panicked for some reason.

"..." He didn't remember last night...

"Hey, what about you? How does it taste?"

Yan Yu approached Rong Zhimian with an ambiguous expression and looked at him with a half-smile.

Rong Zhimian looked at Yan Yu in silence for two seconds, and then responded with a faint voice: "Yes."

"Tsk, tsk. Let me tell you, I had a dream last night. I dreamed that Mengyao and I hit a home run. It was just very vague. When I woke up, I completely forgot about it."

Hearing the home run, Rong Zhimian suddenly felt his body getting hot. He glanced at Yan Eucalyptus calmly. Seeing that Yan Eucalyptus didn't pay attention to him, he hurriedly lowered his head and picked up the food.

"You said that if I don't break up with him, he won't even see me on Valentine's Day. It doesn't seem to be interesting..."

Yan Yu lowered her eyes, clicked on gentle's chat interface, exited it, then clicked on it again, over and over again.

"He... maybe he stumbled over something, so he didn't go over to see you. Or maybe he has already been there, but you didn't meet him. After all, there were so many people there..."

"Do you think it's possible? We waited there until dark and saw no one. Even if something happened, he wouldn't even send me a message.

Forget it, I wanted to get married, but he was just playing for fun. Even if it continues, there will be no results, so it is better to end it early, while you can get away now. I don't want to sink deeper and deeper, and then kneel next to him like a humble licking dog. "

After saying that, Yan Yu pressed send.

The phone vibrated, and Rong Zhimian knew what the content would be without having to guess.

He looked up and saw the scene of Yan Yu deleting friends...