Vicious female partner doesn't want to do it anymore

Sometimes Dong Ling would think, in fact, it's not bad to be completely drunk, it's like stepping into the rickety world and floating, seeming to understand what he is doing, but not quite understanding.

Throw away reason, hesitation and shame, follow the heart without any scruples, and the negative direction of emotional perception is blocked, leaving only joy and sweetness.

When the tip of his tongue touched his soft cheek, Dong Ling's mind went blank.

There are exotic romantic songs in the ear, and the aroma of floating agave seems to penetrate into the skin, bringing anesthesia-like drunkenness.

It was just a gap between breaths, and she was pushed down on the sofa, her back pressed against the back of the sofa, bringing a slight pain to the touch.

It couldn't wake her up, but she still gave a short moan.

Painful, soft, sweet wine-smelling sound, like sweet fruit wrapped in syrup.

She looked up, and looked at Song Mingzhi who was looking down at her.

Song Mingzhi pressed her shoulders, the silk nightgown was light and smooth, wrinkled under the force, and fell slightly, revealing her round shoulders.

In the movie, the singing voice turns into a humming, lingering and sentimental, like the shadows between light and dark light, revealing an imperceptible aggression.

Dong Ling's eyes were full of bewilderment, and his big and bright eyes were full of confusion.

Before she understood the situation, she raised her hand and continued to touch the cheek of the person in front of her, stroking the mole with her fingertips.

Song Mingzhi thought, Dong Ling was drunk again.

Maybe not completely drunk, she has seen her model when she was really drunk, and she has also seen her when she was slightly drunk.

She didn't know whether it was Dong Ling's intention of drinking or being instigated by alcohol, but no matter what it was, it was her idea.

Unnatural itching appeared on her cheeks, Song Mingzhi watched Dong Ling's porcelain-white neck and collarbone exposed to her eyes, and her throat moved slightly.

She smelled a faint fragrance from Dong Ling's body, it was orange, and it came from the bath fragrance in her bathroom.

This pajamas was also purchased by Song Mingzhi for herself. After Dong Ling wore it last time, she used it as Dong Ling's exclusive use.

These concrete things seem to be transformed into formless emotions at this moment, turning into some kind of strange self-satisfaction and satisfaction filling the mind.

Dong Ling was lying on the sofa at her house, wearing her pajamas, drinking her concocted wine, as if she had also become her private partner.

Then, she swirled her fingers on her cheeks and slid them to her lips.

Song Mingzhi bit her teeth, looking at those watery eyes, thinking that she might also be drunk.

If he wasn't drunk, how could he have acted inappropriately and indulgently?

Exhale hot air, dye the neck with a layer of red.

Dong Ling looked at the chandelier in the center of the living room, as if fascinated by the brilliance.

The cloth slipped to the crook of her arm, and Dong Ling's fingertips crumpled the cloth on Song Mingzhi's back. She wanted to say something, but she whispered softly.

"elder sister……"

Dong Ling didn't understand why she yelled, but it seemed to be very natural...I couldn't tell the reason.

Dong Ling seemed to have drunk many cups of Tequila Sunrise, soaked in orange juice and pomegranate syrup, and eroded by the liquor.

It's a pity that things didn't go as she wished, the strength coming from the side of her neck didn't let go, and she added some more.

Dong Ling was really a rich flower raised by her family's pampering, and she couldn't bear the pain, and her eyes soon watered, and she couldn't help but hang on.

"I've been waiting for a long time tonight..." She said without end, holding Song Mingzhi's clothes with powdery fingertips, and said, "Song Mingzhi, I hurt..."

In fact, it doesn't hurt that much, it's just that I feel depressed, and the three points become seven points.

Lying on her body, Song Mingzhi paused, kissed the side of her neck gently, and wiped the tears on Dong Ling's face with his thumb.

The water mist covered the beauty's facial features with a layer of tenderness, and the slightly lowered eyes looked at the hibiscus, which was so delicate and cold from the rain.

"Well……"

The agave is spicy on the tip of the tongue, and flows into the limbs through the sensory nerves.

Dong Ling's hand slid down weakly, and the mirrored mandarin ducks crossed their necks on the wall.

They are inexperienced, and they will be stiff even if they accidentally bump into each other at the very beginning, even if they are unconscious, they will still stumble.

They didn't seem to be so talented, Dong Ling bit her lower lip, suppressing the tingling.

The lips are covered with a thin layer of water, and the color is getting darker red.

Dong Ling covered her eyes with her hands, her cheeks were blushing but it was hard to control.

Song Mingzhi rubbed her thick hair, watched her evade a little, and said nothing.

"Go to bed after drinking."

Song Mingzhi opened a bottle of rum, mixed a glass of mojito, and handed it to Dong Ling.

Her shirt was crumpled against her body, coupled with her scratched hair and lazy look, it was different from her charm when she was awake.

Dongling Dream is full of sweet rum flavor.

As soon as Dong Ling opened his eyes the next day, he heard chattering in 021's mind.

【Girl, I know yesterday...】

Dong Ling interrupted it: 【I'm drunk. 】

【I know I'm drunk, it's not the first time...】

"I said, I'm drunk."

Dong Ling didn't communicate in his head, and spoke into the air.

She doesn't want to hear it.

Dong Ling didn't drink Duan Pian again yesterday, but he was really fucking dizzy.

"What am I doing..."

Dong Ling scratched her hair and was upset.

"What is she doing..."

What, are you all drunk together?

Dong Ling: [021, Song Mingzhi is a straight daughter, right? 】

021 replied affirmatively: [That's not the case, but in Yanwen, the heroine is of course a straight girl, if the heroine is bent, how can she fall in love with the hero. 】

Dong Ling was noncommittal, it was really hard for her to convince herself.

Perhaps it was because she didn't want to remember too deeply, so that her brain blurred the memory of last night, and she only remembered Song Mingzhi's body temperature and fragrance, and that lingering French song.

She couldn't remember how she went back to the guest room, how she slept, and what attitude Song Mingzhi expressed.

Dong Ling changed his clothes to wash, tilted his head in front of the mirror, saw the sporadic traces from the neck to the collarbone, and unnaturally straightened his clothes.

She became more and more distraught, and she didn't even want to sort it out.

Dong Ling is not an evasive person, but after meeting Song Mingzhi, it seems that she is not willing to get to the bottom of herself.

After leaving the bathroom, Dong Ling saw Song Mingzhi in the kitchen.

Song Mingzhi cut the sandwich, met Dong Ling's gaze, and bent his lips towards her.

"Good morning."

Dong Ling greeted her and sat on the dining table, waiting for the meal to be opened.

Look as usual, as always.

Song Mingzhi lowered the corner of his mouth a little, said good morning, and continued to cut vegetables with his head down.

Before this, she had rehearsed it many times in her mind. Maybe the little girl would think that they had pierced the window paper last night, and they had some kind of intimate relationship. Maybe the little girl would confess happily because of her uncontrollable reaction, even though she still has a lot of time. If the matter is not handled well, she is willing to disrupt her rhythm because of it, and even thought about how to confess her identity to the little girl.

But she didn't think it was a kind, and the joy suddenly came to nothing, Song Mingzhi pursed her lips lightly, becoming more and more confused.

Before, she thought that the little girl was hiding it because she was afraid of her resentment and disapproval, but why did she still avoid it after she responded?

Do you want to refuse and welcome the superb hunter's technique, or do you feel that the time has not come?

Song Mingzhi has always been a person who likes to wait for his successors, and everything is like this.

She likes to plan before making moves. She sits on the mountain and watches the tigers fight, being a fisherman and a oriole.

"I serve milk."

She put the dinner plate in front of Dong Ling, with the same eyebrows and eyes.

Dong Ling looked at Song Mingzhi with no abnormal appearance, and felt a little suspicious.

She glanced at the empty wine cabinet and thought that yesterday was not an illusion.

Could it be that Song Mingzhi also drank too much and forgot?

Dongling doesn't know, but hopes so.

After eating, she seemed to run away, and the mission system settlement sound was the only consolation.

[The task has been completed, the current progress of the main line: 45%. 】

Dong Ling originally wanted to cheer himself up and make progress in everything, but when he thought about how he would make further progress in the future, he felt a little melancholy.

She went to Nanjia Hospital, and after seeing it, she was lying on the bed and smelling cold.

Wen Han was still in the same state, peacefully as if asleep.

Dong Ling doesn't know where his soul has gone, nor when he will come back, it's beyond what ordinary people can do, she can only hope that 021 can contact the headquarters as soon as possible, and if everything is not in a hurry, it's better to Worry about what's ahead.

The box office of "A Mysterious Man's Funeral" far exceeded Dong Ling's expectations, and brought her huge profits. It was no problem to buy a 7000 million diamond.

Dong Ling approached Chen Shangshang immediately, and Chen Shangshang gave her the friend price, and also promised to reduce the money.

"It's a good thing you came to see me. I'll be traveling with Tang Qianqian later."

"So leisurely?"

Chen Shangshang said relaxedly: "After all, the two of us are not that busy. My exhibition has just ended, and her gallery can operate without her. We happened to go out to play."

"That's good, have fun."

Dong Ling felt moved, and wanted to go out for a walk, but he didn't have time, and he didn't have anything to think about, so he decided to give up after thinking about it.

"Bring a gift when I come back. By the way, I'll bring a manicure before I go out? I'm tired of seeing all of them. I've planted a few new ones."

"Don't do it yourself?"

Dong Ling watched as Chen Shangshang took off his manicure at some point, and raised his eyebrows.

"I unloaded it specially when I went out to play."

"Oh," Dong Ling nodded, paused for a moment before reacting, "Isn't it because you dress up specially when you go out to play?"

Chen Shangshang waved his hand: "It prevents me from eating delicious food, I don't understand."

Dong Ling shrugged, well, she didn't understand.

After taking out the gem from the secret cabinet with Chen Shangshang, Dong Ling held the gem to Song Mingzhi without stopping.

In addition to impatiently presenting the treasure, the one-month deadline is approaching, and she has to finish a task quickly.

"too expensive."

Song Mingzhi looked at the obviously expensive gemstone necklace in front of him, and was far more surprised than surprised.

"When I saw it, I thought it was very suitable. I must buy it as a gift. If I like it, it is a worthy gift. If I don't like it, then I don't think it is expensive."

Not counting Chen Shangshang's discount, although the 7000 million gemstone necklace is expensive, to Dong Ling, Song Mingzhi doesn't like it, so it's really nothing.

As for the 3% of the main missions, it's up to fate. If Song Mingzhi doesn't accept it, Dongling won't force it.

Song Mingzhi is good at calculating people's hearts, but he can't tell whether it is sincerity or flattery.