dandy anti-possession

Xie Jingyao's shoulders sank, and the side of his face emitted a strong smell of alcohol, and the person who was lying on the ground in a depressed mood ran towards the wine again staggeringly, groping the ground for a while.At the same time that the head was hit and hurt, the whole body was light and light, and the legs were soft and lingered for a while, feeling the severe pain in the shoulders, moving the arms and pulling open the can, drinking hard.

When he got up, the cake he bumped into spread all over him, and the cream stuck to his chest, causing Yin Yang to grumble uncomfortably.

"It hurts..." He sat on the edge of the bed, tried his best to widen his eyes, and looked at the tall man standing opposite him, but no matter how he looked, he was only a shadowy figure.

Since he couldn't see clearly, he didn't continue to look hard, his body felt sticky and had a milky smell, which made him frown uncomfortably, and his hot skin felt that the cloth was rubbing against it, so he simply took off his shirt and threw it on the ground.Walking towards the bathroom, wandering around a few times, I felt that there was a door in front of me that looked like the design of the bathroom.

He held on to the weirdly designed door with difficulty, and got in with difficulty, his hair was messed up, and he sat in the bathtub in a daze.Turning on the faucet, trying to feel the cold water, but I don't know if my body temperature is too high, why the water poured on my body is not the same.Baji baji mouth, squinting his eyes to get the soap, and randomly dabbed the foam on his body.

This soap was probably a defective product, it didn't rub so smoothly on his body, instead it had calluses like sandpaper, and his skin ached a bit when rubbed against it.

"It would be fine if I hadn't been born, and my mother wouldn't have died. If the old man had a good-looking child, the family wouldn't have gone bankrupt, and wouldn't be in such a miserable situation now." He curled up and pinched his fingers own face, lamenting.

He was the only one in the "bath room 1", and he didn't have to maintain the strength he was trying to pretend. He closed his eyes in embarrassment with one hand resting on his chin.

"It's all my fault. It's no wonder the old man doesn't want to celebrate my birthday. I'm really annoying."

He vented depressedly for a while, then shook his head again, trying to keep calm, but he felt that the soap floating on his chest could not be ignored. The scent was completely different from other soaps, with a faint scent of tobacco.The taste is pretty good, but when the foam is drawn in circles, the rough touch makes him frown.

I really can't save money. I used to buy high-end handmade soaps. The discounted products I bought back when I went to timeout a few days ago really didn't have such a good experience in using them.In a daze, he squeezed the soap, smeared it on his chest along his collarbone, and gradually went down.

He felt that the soap in his hand was a bit too smooth and began to become uncontrollable. It was a little difficult for him to hold it, and he almost dropped it on the ground and picked it up in time.He smeared it randomly and put it aside, then turned on the faucet, and leaned in the bathtub in a daze, feeling the gurgling water, which wrapped his body very comfortably, and there was natural rhythmic music beside his ears.

The next almost obstinate cleaning made his thinking even more confused, but he wondered that the bathtub would still hold him and move, and it was also equipped with an automatic massage function, and it was carefully cleaned "inside and outside".This made him gasp, squint his eyes, curl up his satiated toes, let out a sensitive gasp, and the itching spread all over his body along his back.

This kind of service gradually changed its taste, turning into a bit fierce.

He trembled uncontrollably, enjoying the aftertaste of pleasure.

Anyway, he was in a daze and didn't know how he was lying on bed 1. He was hugged in his arms, feeling the gentle fingers of the bathtub stroking his hair, and the original dissatisfaction gradually calmed down.

Close your eyes and rest——

When he opened his eyes, a soreness erupted all over his body, he writhed uncomfortably for a while, and found that he was hugged tightly in his arms.Looking at Xie Jingyao's sleeping face, he couldn't help pinching the corner of his lips, trying to think about when did he fall asleep?

I remember that after buying the wine, he wanted to taste a few sips first, but he didn't know what happened, and he couldn't remember anything after that.I still remember going to the bathroom to wash my body, and I don’t remember what happened next.

Difficult to get out of Xie Jingyao's arms, looking at the cake on the ground, he was stunned for a few seconds.

"When did you buy the cake? Is it for me?"

He looked at the shapeless cake, dipped his index finger in the cream that hadn't touched the ground, sucked his finger in his mouth, and licked it.I couldn't help but lick it again, and continued to lick it.

"It's so sweet and tastes really good."

He has never eaten a birthday cake since he was a child. The old man avoided the topic of birthday when he was a child. As for the servants at home, they didn't want to mention it when they saw the old man. Naturally, no one wanted to give it to him.Later, Uncle Zhong asked him if he wanted to celebrate his birthday, but he refused without even thinking about it, because he felt that the most needed time period had passed, and it was really weird for him to sneak around and eat the cake by himself.

The first time he ate the cake, he was still incomplete, but he thought it tasted delicious, and it made him feel more satisfied than a complete cake.

No wonder Xie Jingyao arrived so quickly, so it was planned to celebrate his birthday in advance, but unfortunately he fell asleep so early last night, it was a waste of what Xie Jingyao worked so hard to prepare.He cut off the upper part of the cake on the ground with a knife, and the cake that touched the ground had no choice but to give up. After cleaning up the ground, he tasted the cake on the plate.

Staring at Xie Jingyao's appearance, he ate several mouthfuls.

Suddenly aware of something wrong with his body, he stared at his shirtless body.Trying to sniff for a while, then touched the chest strangely, condensed into faint dry white turbidity marks.

He took a shower yesterday?Why does it feel like his body has become more dirty, or is it because he just ate the cake and didn't believe it?

After sniffing for a while, I squinted my eyes in bewilderment, and ate the cake again, and there was no place in my stomach anymore.Studying this trace in front of the mirror again, and staring at Xie Jingyao again, felt an uncomfortable sticky feeling again.

"morning."

He scratched his hair, seeing Xie Jingyao so attractive that he couldn't be ignored early in the morning, he couldn't help turning his face away, "Put the quilt on."

"Oh."

"I didn't say anything weird last night, did I?" He coughed lightly, hesitated for a while, "Do I like to go crazy after drinking too much?"

"No, you're very good when you're drunk."

He thought for a while in distress, and found that there was still no memory in his mind, "Really?"

"En." No matter what the posture is, you can obediently look at him with black eyes, and occasionally when you are bullied and hurt, you will hold his arms tightly, and your eyes will be covered with mist.

But this appearance should not be seen by others, such a bullying appearance, there is no guarantee that someone will secretly taste it.

Xie Jingyao felt a sense of crisis, so he said in a cold voice, "No drinking from now on."

"Huh? Isn't it noisy?" He licked his lower lip, feeling sore and soft around his waist, and his chest was swollen and painful.

Xie Jingyao said lightly: "Very good, I just like to dance with a stick."

He choked on his own saliva, no wonder he felt uncomfortable as if his body was being crushed, but luckily he hadn't been drunk before.I tasted a few sips in front of others. It was the first time I was so drunk, and it was also the first time I felt that my memory would be fragmented to such a serious extent.

It seems that I really can't drink in front of others in the future. If I get drunk, I might be seen in some embarrassment.

Watching Xie Jingyao walk into the bathroom and throw him a towel when he came out.He wiped the marks on his chest, the hot touch relieved his fatigue, he covered his lips, stared at Xie Jingyao's completely uncovered giant, with a downcast feeling that he was being scorned.

"By the way, thank you for the cake last night. It's a surprise that you still remember my birthday."

"Happy birthday." Xie Jingyao smiled.

His cheeks were unnaturally rosy, and he coughed twice, "I wanted to tell you one thing yesterday, but I didn't expect to get drunk so quickly."

"what's up?"

"I asked our old man, and he said that this incident has nothing to do with him. He was actually framed by Uncle Xie. He didn't intend to cheat your mother of money, nor did he promise your mother anything. Back then, I just wanted to visit your mother, and there was nothing else besides him." He looked at Xie Jingyao with a normal expression, but he was uneasy in his heart.

Xie Jingyao rubbed his head, "I see."

Such a bland response made him a little more uneasy.

"Why did you just respond in such a simple way? Don't you think my father is right? My father should not be a person who would do such a thing. You have to believe me."

Xie Jingyao stroked his head and remained silent.

This kind of silence obviously made him more agitated, he gritted his teeth nervously, shook his legs indiscriminately, and pulled his hair uncomfortably.

"Don't you believe me? My father really said that this matter has nothing to do with him. I, I really asked about it." In his anxiety, he couldn't control the strength of his grip on Xie Jingyao's arm.

Xie Jingyao said softly: "I believe you, but you are separated from your father. I believe you do not mean you must believe him. He faces you, naturally he does not want to admit the mistakes he made in front of his son. It is also possible to explain it through, but the authenticity cannot be guaranteed."

Yin Yang felt that what the other party said made sense, but he didn't want to admit it.

Subconsciously, he didn't want to doubt the old man, but the question Xie Jingyao said was really possible, and this feeling of confusion made his head hurt even more.

"But my old man has told the truth about the matter. I don't think he would lie, and I believe he will not do such a thing. It is understandable for you not to believe it, but what your father said is not true. Is there no evidence? It's all one-sided words. Why don't you want to believe my father's words?..."

"Then why don't your father visit my mother? If it's fake, my mother will definitely have other reactions when she sees him."