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   She is also very worried about kittens, but she is only one person and only has two hands, so it is unrealistic to take care of two people at the same time. If you insist on holding it, you might not be able to take care of one of them. She could never leave Fu Zhiyan to Mo Xiaxia to take care of her, so she could only feel sorry for the kitten.

   "Yes." Fu Xiao pondered for a moment and agreed.

  Han Xiaoye breathed a sigh of relief and sent him out of the room, while not forgetting what Wei Zifeng said before, reminding him to remember to help the kitten to cool down.

   "Crack." The bedroom door was closed, and Han Xiaoye just threw himself on the bed and didn't want to move.

   I'm so tired.

   If she knew she was so tired, she wouldn't have any surprises if she was killed.

  Fu Zhiyan was poured like this, purely to torture herself, how could she be so stupid, before the birthday party started, she forgot to remind Qin Fang and Mo Qi to go crazy and not to drink alcohol for my uncle.

  Han Xiaoye knocked on his broken head and got up resignedly.

   The man around him closed his eyes because he drank too much, and the thin lips that were usually tight all the time relaxed at this moment, and the slightly upturned arc became more obvious, just like he had a good dream and was smiling.

  Han Xiaoye's heart was beating fast when he saw it, he couldn't help but leaned down and stole a kiss from the corner of his mouth like a hooligan. Then he raised his head and stretched out his fingers to play with the man's fan-like eyelashes.

   Fu Zhiyan's eyelashes are very long, but not that thin. His eyelashes are thick, many, curled and dense, naturally curling out a charming arc. Just like the Galilean parabola in physics, it's perfect. Especially under the light, it casts a circle of faint marks, which is even more beautiful.

  Han Xiaoye became more and more energetic the more he played, and couldn't help but kissed his eyes again.

"Well…"

   The drunk person was probably a little uncomfortable because of her troubles, so he moved and frowned.

  Han Xiaoye was frightened, stiffened on him and did not dare to move, for fear of waking him up. But it was useless for her to dare not move now. She had so much fun just now that she had already woken people up.

  Fu Zhiyan opened his eyes uncomfortably. First he looked at the face that was so close at hand in confusion, then he woke up a little and said hoarsely, "What are you doing?"

"I…"

"Yep?"

  Han Xiaoye's mind was a little blank, "I didn't do anything."

  She didn't do anything at first, she just played with his eyelashes and nibbled him twice, shouldn't she do anything?

   But the next second, she reacted, and she lowered her head to see her current posture, and then raised her head to look at the man who frowned and looked uncomfortable. He suddenly rolled over from the man and explained in a panic, "Little uncle, what the hell, I can explain it. I really didn't force you to be drunk while you were drunk. You believe me! How could I be like that? I just played with your eyelashes. Yes, really, just played with your eyelashes."

   She was incoherent, and she didn't know how to explain that she was playing with eyelashes on someone else, or sitting with her legs spread out.

   Such a shameful pose, how did she do it at that time?

  Han Xiaoye has the heart to die.

   is too cruel!

   She had no integrity in his heart, and now she probably has no more integrity. How colorful does she have to be to take advantage of his drunkenness and want to do XXOO to him?

   But she was very honest this time, she didn't think about it at all. Really just simply want to play with his eyelashes.

  Han Xiaoye wanted to cry without tears.

  I want to explain, but I don’t know how to explain it. After all, when Fu Zhiyan opened his eyes, he saw her riding on top of him. Don't explain it, she didn't do it again, and she wasn't willing to be misunderstood.

   She was fighting between heaven and man, and she didn't know how to explain it before Fu Zhiyan believed that she was not in such a hurry. The man on the bed stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and said sadly, "Ono, pour me a glass of water."

water?

  Han Xiaoye woke up and quickly got up from the bed. The movement was so intense that she accidentally hit the edge of the bed, and she bared her teeth in pain, but she didn't care. Get out of bed quickly, "Right now, wait for me for two minutes."

   They had everything in the refrigerator in their bedroom. Han Xiaoye took out the frozen pure water from the refrigerator. Pour half into the kettle and plug it in. In less than a minute, the water boiled. She filled the glass with boiling water and took out an empty glass. Keep pouring boiling water into the empty cup, repeating this over and over again, until the water temperature drops and you can drink it directly. She took the water glass and walked to the bed.

   The person on the bed covered his eyes, wondering if he was asleep.

   She whispered, "Little uncle?"

  “…”

   The bed was quiet and unresponsive, probably asleep.

  Han Xiaoye put the warm water that he had finally dried on the bedside table in a depressing manner, sat beside the bed, and smelled the strong smell of wine on his body. After thinking about it, I washed a handkerchief from the bathroom and wrung it out. After putting the handkerchief on the shelf next to her, she reached out to unbutton the man's clothes.

   Wei Zifeng said that if you drink too much, you should pay attention to cooling down. It should be the same for adults and children, right?

  My uncle drank so much tonight, so she might as well wipe him off.

  The shirt that Fu Zhiyan wears has custom-made wooden buttons. Sandalwood is inlaid with gold wire edges, and coupled with ingenious carvings, it is as delicate as a work of art. Han Xiaoye has seen him wearing this kind of shirt more than once. Once she wanted to buy one as a gift, so she ran to ask Aunt Feng. In the end, knowing the price of this little shirt, she was so shocked that she couldn't look directly at the local tyrant Fan Er who wore the down payment of a house on her body for a long time.

  She knew that this shirt was expensive, so she unbuttoned it carefully. After finally undoing all the buttons, she didn't have time to appreciate the beautiful body, she turned around to get a towel and started to wipe his body.

  Fu Zhiyan's fair skin turned red when he drank, and the towel was wiped on it, and the area that had been wiped became even redder. She was afraid that she would scratch his skin with her clumsy feet, so she tried to move as gently as possible.

"Well…"

   Halfway through the wipe, the man with his eyes closed let out an impatient murmur.

  Han Xiaoye hurriedly raised the towel, for fear of waking him up. After being stiff for dozens of seconds, she made sure that the man on the bed was quiet, and she resumed her previous work.

   But this time, her hand just touched the man's waist. After a while, she was laid down on the soft quilt.

   "Ah, little uncle?"

  The arrogant man held her hands down condescendingly, panting slightly. It seems to be extremely uncomfortable, the end of the eye is full of crimson, and Danfeng's eyes are as deep as a galaxy.

Han Xiaoye was afraid that he would misunderstand again what he wanted to do while he was drunk, so he quickly explained, "Little uncle, I didn't. I'm just wiping your body for you, absolutely nothing wrong with you! I I swear! I really just heard Wei Zifeng say to pay more attention to helping people who drink too much to cool down, definitely not Xiao miss your body!"