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"Tell me, how many bottles of wine are you drinking on the table today."

Song Qingmian leaned on the back of the bed, leisurely looking at Yan Muyu who was kneeling in front of her.

Yan Muyu's upper body is now exposed, her hands are tied behind her back by a hair dryer cord, and her kneeling posture makes her look like a prisoner who is being tried and humiliated.

The T-shirt that Song Qingmian took off was right in front of Yan Muyu's eyes, but at this moment she couldn't even cover her chest, let alone reach for the T-shirt and put it on.So she confessed dejectedly, "Only three or four bottles..."

The alcohol content of red wine is usually higher than that of beer, and a bottle of red wine with low alcohol content may be worth two bottles of beer with low alcohol alcohol content.

Song Qingmian sat up and said angrily, "Three or four bottles are not enough? I only had one before I left! How did you drink two or three bottles in less than 10 minutes?"

"I was drunk at the time, half a glass every time..."

Yan Muyu doesn't show much face when drinking, and belongs to the type of hangover fast.

Even so, this is the first time she has been exposed to alcoholic wine in this life. Although she is rational at this time, her head is wandering, and she has to keep her body balanced in front of the angry Song Qingmian, otherwise it will only make things worse.

Seeing Yan Muyu's body swaying slightly from side to side, Song Qingmian's eyes flashed with distress, but he quickly covered it up: "Obviously, no one will say anything more after just taking a sip, do you dare to add to yourself next time?" Measured?"

The red wine has a strong aftertaste, and Yan Muyu was already suffering from dizziness, so she promised sincerely: "Don't dare again."

"Remember what you said today, come to me."

Yan Muyu's meekness made Song Qingmian's anger subside a lot.But she had done more than burn a fire today, she had finished drinking, and it was time to deal with another fire.

Yan Muyu thought that Song Qingmian was going to untie the hair dryer cord for her, so she hurriedly moved to Song Qingmian's side and turned her back to Song Qingmian: "It's just a bit strangling, but it doesn't hurt."

When Song Qingmian tied Yan Muyu with the hair dryer cord, she was full of anger, and she was afraid that Yan Muyu would break free and wind the cord tighter.

Although not much time had passed, the thin skin around Yan Muyu's wrist was still marked red by the thread.

Song Qingmian couldn't hide the pain in her eyes anymore, but she was worried that if Yan Muyu let go, she would take the opportunity to play tricks, so she declared: "I can let you go, but no matter what I will do later, you are not allowed to move .”

"I won't." Even if she moves around, she won't be stupid at the moment...

Song Qingmian carefully untied the thread wrapped around Yan Muyu's wrists, and then put the hair dryer on the bedside table beside him: "Okay, lie down on your side facing me."

"Oh." Yan Muyu shook her released hands, then turned around and lay down on her side, staring blankly at Song Qingmian and asked, "What are you going to do now?"

"Did drinking make your head duller?" Song Qingmian lay down on her side and smiled brightly, but her eyes glowed dangerously, "Of course I have to get my compensation back now!"

After finishing speaking, Song Qingmian slammed close to Yan Muyu, and stretched out both hands towards Yan Muyu's belly and back at the same time.

Just after the program finals, Yan Muyu faced the second biggest life test.

In the dead of night, she shared a room and a bed with her lover who was in love with each other, and the lover took the initiative to stick her bare chest and caress her front and back. This should have been the prelude to what a lingering night.

However, what is painful is that her lover only allows her to be touched, and she is not allowed to touch back.This is like the arrogance and unreasonableness of not allowing people to exhale when exhaling, or not allowing people to extinguish the fire after lighting a fire.

But she was unwilling, every time she tentatively put her hand on Song Qingmian, she would immediately receive a cold threat: "If you don't take your hand back, I will go downstairs."

God knows if the celebration banquet downstairs is over, the situation in the last life is different from this life...

Yan Muyu wailed in her heart, but she didn't dare to challenge Song Qingmian's patience, so she withdrew her hand again and again and continued to endure the sweet torture.

Relying on asking for compensation, Song Qingmian put aside her reserve and touched Yan Muyu's belly and back, unwilling to take her hands back.

She gently pressed the tight muscles of Yan Muyu's abdomen with her left hand, and stroked the smooth curve of Yan Muyu's back with her right hand back and forth, but most of her attention was attracted by the plump part that she pressed and squeezed go.

Except for the back groove, Yan Muyu has everything on her body, but it is not so firm or plump.But why is she not so curious about these parts of her body, but she can't put it down and think about Yan Muyu's body?

The fire in her heart should have been roughly extinguished when it touched Yan Muyu's body, but she didn't know if she had drunk some wine tonight, even though the room was turned on, she still felt extremely stuffy.

Even scolding Yan Muyu was just to prevent Yan Muyu from fueling her fire, causing her to carelessly lose her dominance.

Perhaps love makes people stupid, and Song Qingmian, who has always been shrewd, has underestimated one thing: if the light is blocked, it is actually adding fuel to the fire—it’s just that the objects being poured are different, and the consequences are also different.Cloud-Clothes-Small-Building-

"Qing...clear sleep..."

After about ten minutes, Yan Muyu finally couldn't stand it anymore and murmured.Her voice was no longer normal, it sounded coquettish and sticky, which made the blush on Song Qingmian's face darken a bit: "What...what's wrong?"

"Kiss...kiss me..."

Yan Muyu closed her eyes lightly, trembling all over.

The drama on the stage is completely different from the intimate contact with her lover in private. In the former, she only has the calmness of how to perform the next choreography in her mind, but in the latter, she is mesmerized and almost crazy.

No, she drank a lot tonight, maybe already drunk... Otherwise, how could she use such a tone of coquettishness to ask for a kiss...

Only then did Yan Muyu recall vaguely what she had just said.

The person attached to her fell silent as soon as she heard what she said. Was she frightened?

Yan Muyu, who regained a sliver of reason, tried hard to open her misty eyes, but felt the warm and soft touch from her lips the moment she opened them.

Song Qingmian's lips were just touching her, without unnecessary movements, but she realized from Song Qingmian's tightly closed eyes, trembling eyelashes, and rapid breathing that Song Qingmian mustered up so much courage to make this move.

Yes, every time she provoked the flames of war, Qing Mian never took the initiative to kiss her, the only time she took the initiative was to kiss her on the cheek, and was pushed away by her flustered self...

Thinking of this, Yan Muyu's heart immediately softened.

The movement of Song Qingmian's hands stopped when their lips touched each other. Yan Muyu sniffed the fragrance lingering from the tip of her nose, and boldly stretched out her already ready hands to Song Qingmian, who was bewitched by her and neglected to guard against.

"Well…"

Song Qingmian let out a muffled groan, and when she opened her watery eyes, Yan Muyu turned over and pushed her under her body.

Her hands were imprisoned by Yan Muyu interlocking her fingers, and the dull cry just now made her tongue fall.

I don't know whether to regret my reckless temptation or to blame Yan Muyu for another dishonesty, but entanglement with these seems to be meaningless.

So Song Qingmian's hands and feet went limp, and he closed his eyes again, letting the people around him manipulate him.

The struggle of the delicate body under her body was much smaller than what Yan Muyu imagined, so she could close her eyes and concentrate on savoring the sensory feast.

The nose is filled with a rich fragrance, and the lips and tongue are full of sweet and clear springs. Everything is refreshing, but the nephrite jade under the body has a fly in the ointment - because there are foreign objects blocking her closeness to nature.

"It was you who teased me first..."

The moment Song Qingmian took off the red nightdress she was wearing, Yan Muyu had an excuse to defend herself.But when she saw Song Qingmian's plump, slightly parted red lips, she immediately lost control, holding Song Qingmian's face on top of her body.

It's all the alcohol's fault...

When Yan Muyu entangled and sucked the soft tongue in Song Qingmian's mouth, she finally found the reason for her out-of-control behavior.However, she didn't want to stop at the moment, because she could see that Song Qingmian was also intoxicated by it.

The lotus arms that suddenly wrapped around Yan Muyu's neck seemed to prove her conjecture, and Yan Muyu's hands, which had been tacitly approved, began to walk on Song Qingmian's body.

"Um...uh!"

After the two had been close to each other for a long time, Song Qingmian suddenly felt that his nasal cavity could not keep up with the speed of breathing, so he put his hands on Yan Muyu's shoulders and pushed.

Yan Muyu, who heard Song Qingmian's breathing disorder, moved his head away reluctantly, but suddenly pulled out a long, slender silver thread from between the lips and teeth of the two.

Song Qingmian covered her face with the back of her hands, panting lightly, "You... why are you even worse today than last time—ah!"

Yan Muyu, who was burning with lust, couldn't be in the mood to talk slowly with Song Qingmian about her feelings at this moment. As soon as she was forced to leave Song Qingmian's soft lips, she lightly licked his slender and fair neck.

"You... clearly agreed... tonight is to compensate me..."

The neck is Song Qingmian's sensitive place, she was so stimulated that her whole body went numb, and every word she said was fragmented.

"I obediently compensated you for more than ten minutes... which is longer than the performance time...so... now it's my turn to exercise the right to win the competition..."

Song Qingmian's delicate reaction made Yan Muyu's breathing quicken, she raised her head and then buried it down after speaking.

Yan Muyu's head continued to move slowly downwards along with Song Qingmian's suppressed hum.

After she moved to Song Qingmian's well-defined collarbone and took a few bites, she suddenly found a trace of clarity, stopped and asked with difficulty: "Qingmian...if you really don't want to...I can stop ..."

If the desire hadn't been suppressed for too long, and the pouring out was too hot, making her extremely hot and uncomfortable, she wouldn't want to indulge in sensuality in a place like a hotel—for fear of wronging Song Qingmian.

Yan Muyu gritted her teeth and pinched her thigh to keep herself awake, thinking that if Song Qingmian disagreed, she would go to take a shower again, but was completely disturbed by Song Qingmian's next words and actions.

"Fool...why do you think I'm wearing that red nightdress...but the offensive side...is not what I originally imagined..."

After finishing speaking, Song Qingmian hooked Yan Muyu's neck with his arms, and then pressed Yan Muyu's head to himself with all his strength.

The author has something to say: Pull the light.