Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

Song Pingqing could guess what Murong Xue was thinking just by looking at her, and patted her hand soothingly:

"It's not just to calm your nerves before bed, but also because you drank too much and too quickly, so drinking some milk protects your gastric mucosa."

After saying that, he felt that Murong Xue's dissatisfied look was too cute, and Song Pingqing couldn't help but rub her head a little more:

"Be good and obey."

The alcohol had somewhat slowed Murong Xue's brain down: "Is it the same reason as drinking milk to relieve the spiciness of spicy food?"

"Almost." Seeing that she was not as stubborn as before, Song Pingqing quietly pulled his hand out of hers and slipped away.

It was not until Song Pingqing left the bedroom that Murong Xue realized belatedly: She told me to be good.

So much so that when Song Pingqing handed her the hot milk, she was still dizzy.

Murong Xue, who pretends to be drunk, is mainly noisy and tries every opportunity to tease Song Pingqing.

But when Murong Xue was really half drunk, her main style was well-behaved but talkative.

It was a strange feeling that when she woke up tomorrow, she would completely deny everything she said today.

Song·Bad-Hearted·Pingqing suppressed his laughter, turned on the recording function on his mobile phone and put it aside.

Even though they hadn't lived together for nine months, Song Pingqing's gestures in helping her tie her hair into a bun were still extremely skillful.

"You are so skilled." Murong Xue muttered, "I don't know who you practiced with in private."

Song Pingqing gently combed her hair while he was talking nonsense in a serious tone: "Well, I bought a head model to practice braiding someone's hair."

"Then you love me so much." Murong Xue continued to mutter, "Have I allowed you to love me?"

"You allowed it." Song Pingqing combed her hair.

"Nonsense, I never confessed to you."

Song Pingqing paused while combing his hair, and his evil intentions came back: "Oh, then when are you going to confess to me?"

"Why should I confess to you, you stupid piece of shit."

Murong Xue also spoke the truth after drinking: "What if I confess and scare you away?"

Song Pingqing combed her hair and said, "So that's how it is."

It seemed that Murong Xue had been thinking about her longer than she thought.

"You can't see what I did." Murong Xue played with the strawberry hairband in her hand and wanted to continue her mumbling, "I did..."

Suddenly he stopped talking and couldn't continue.

Song Pingqing took one more look at Murong Xue in the mirror, and confirmed that she was not sobering up, then he reached out and took the hairband from her hand: "What did you do?"

"I have done a lot of things!" Murong Xue said immediately, "A lot."

It seemed that her pause just now was because she couldn't organize her words well.

Song Pingqing said "hmm" and flexibly helped her tie the bun: "I saw it."

Murong Xue asked back: "Then why didn't you fall in love with me?"

Song Pingqing deliberately teased her with what she had said: "You haven't allowed me to love you yet."

"It seems so." Murong Xue fell silent.

Song Pingqing patted her shoulder gently: "The water is ready, go take a bath."

Murong Xue stood up and ran straight to the bathroom.

Song Pingqing put away the recording phone, copied the recording to the computer and encrypted it for storage.

You can't just see Murong Xue like this if you want to.

Murong Xue was sitting in the bathtub, enjoying the water massage and fell asleep in a daze.

Song Pingqing waited for a long time but heard no sound, and finally couldn't wait any longer and got up to take a look.

It didn't matter at all, Murong Xue just fell asleep in the bathtub.

Fortunately, this type of bathtub has sufficient anti-slip features so people won’t slip in and get hurt.

Song Pingqing had rarely used a bathtub in his previous life and had no experience in this area, and he almost caused a disaster by being careless.

As expected, you can’t just let someone who’s drunk take a bath by themselves, not even if he’s half drunk!

Song Pingqing didn't even bother to change into shorts and short-sleeved pajamas. He just took off his shirt and threw it aside, then started cleaning the battlefield in a sports vest.

The water, foam, petals on the ground, including Murong Xue in the bathtub, are all part of the battlefield.

When he finally got Murong Xue into bed, Song Pingqing was soaked all over.

I could only take another shower.

It must be said that during dinner, she made Murong Xue wash her face twice, and she also took a bath for Murong Xue twice.

No matter how you look at it, it seems that Song Pingqing is the one who suffers a loss.

When she dried her hair and got into bed, Murong Xue came straight towards her.

Song Pingqing pushed twice but failed to move away: "Aren't you feeling hot now?"

"It smells so good..." Murong Xue's words made Song Pingqing give up struggling.

Song Pingqing let out a long sigh.

Forget it, what else could she possibly have to argue with a drunkard?

The next second, Murong Xue hugged her neck and kissed her on the cheek.

Song Pingqing stared wide-eyed in the darkness: My innocence???!!!

Just when he was about to argue with Murong Xue, he heard a very even and steady breathing sound next to his ear.

Song Pingqing: I am still too naive.

I just thought about not taking advantage of her when she was drunk, but I didn't expect that she would take advantage of me when she was drunk.

Song Pingqing couldn't stop his thumping heart and stared at the ceiling for half the night.

I didn't fall asleep until dawn.

When Murong Xue woke up, she felt refreshed.

Especially when she found herself waking up in Song Pingqing's arms, the refreshed feeling suddenly turned into a feeling of comfort that was difficult to describe in words.

Murong Xue: She is so nice. She is actually willing to sleep with a drunk man for a whole night.

Such a comfortable feeling made Murong Xue temporarily stop thinking about what she said and did last night. She lay comfortably in Song Pingqing's arms for a while.

It was not until she was about to get up that she suddenly saw the light pink lip print on Song Pingqing's cheek through the sunlight shining through the gap in the curtains.

Murong Xue's whole body froze, staring at the lip print on Song Pingqing's cheek without blinking.

After all, judging from the current people in the villa, it is impossible that this lip print was left by anyone other than himself.

Murong Xue subconsciously touched her mouth. What else could it be if not color-changing lip balm?

Murong Xue's expression became a little horrified: What did I do last night?

However, there was no time to think about it at the moment, and destroying the evidence was the most important thing.

Murong Xue stood up very lightly but extremely quickly.

She walked to the bathroom, wet a face towel with warm water, returned quietly, and wiped the marks on Song Pingqing's cheek with the face towel.

I kept repeating in my heart: Don’t let her find out, don’t let her find out…

Some people may appear calm on the surface, but they may be crazy on the inside.

Murong Xue: What on earth did I do last night?