Ling Xingcan's steps were a little erratic, first leaning against the wall and entering the bathroom, and after a burst of flushing sound, he groped for the side of the bed again.He stood there for a moment, as if half-drunk, half-conscious at the bulging mass of things under the covers.Then, Ling Xingcan paused, then lifted the quilt and lay down on the other side.There was a faint smell of wine floating slowly in the air, which Ling Xingcan had brought into the bedroom.He tried to keep his distance from the quilt, but it became more and more that the temperature in the room seemed to be a little too warm.When Ling Xingcan was asked to sleep on the sofa in the living room outside, there was no blanket to cover it.He kicked off the quilt and raised his hand to unbutton his shirt, which was not too big, but it still disturbed the romance of the quilt next to him.It should be said that it was the smell of alcohol on his body that was about to get her drunk.Romance slept in a daze and moved his eyelids, because he was so sleepy that he couldn't open it at all.She subconsciously stretched out her little foot and kicked him, muttering, "Stinky Can, you stink, let me out, leave my dreams, I don't want to see you, bully my bastard." ”Romance still wants to say something, but she is really tired, she can't resist the sleepiness, and gradually returns to the real dream.However, Ling Xingcan, who was obsessed with cleanliness, was disgusted and said "smelly", and suddenly like a cold cat who had been stepped on by his tail, his eyelids suddenly lifted, and he looked straight at the ceiling for less than two seconds, and his romantic, soft and fragrant body seemed to be driven by some kind of drive, and he rubbed against Ling Xingcan's arms one by one.His breath staggered, and he turned his head mechanically toward her.At this moment, the romance who closed his eyes and sniffed out turned over very ruthlessly, and after staying away from him, he continued to sleep Ling Xingcan frowned, with an expression of "am I dreaming or not".He already felt very aggrieved today, why was he disgusted by the fan group in his dream now, the last dream was very good, the little powder ball let him kiss him, and taught him, and then he almost ate the little powder ball Ling Xingcan was sullen, and wanted to be angry, and he wanted to continue to eat the dream, but in the face of this little powder ball who didn't take the initiative to ignore him, he made a mistake again, and he decisively turned over, turned his back to her, and continued his coldness.Time passed by a tick, and because Ling Xingcan had really drunk a lot of wine, his throat was dry and burning, and he swallowed it twice hard, thirsty and uncomfortable.That thirst has another meaning, that is, he wants to eat the dough.In reality, romance is still small, and it can't be eaten, in a dream, you can do anything, Ling Xingcan's heart was struggling, he pulled his collar, and in just a moment, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.He kept persuading himself in his heart: No, you can't be a gentleman in your dreams, otherwise when you see Xiao Fan Tuan in the future, he will think of that kind of picture, and it is inevitable that he will be weak-hearted, and he will inevitably grit his teeth and resolutely turn over and get out of bed.In the dream, if you want to pee, you will look for the bathroom, and if you feel hot, you must also be looking for a cold shower in the bathroom.Wash away the dryness and heat on his body, as well as the smell of sweat and wine, however, Ling Xingcan finally took a step when there was a romantic grunt from behind him.She seemed to be babbling, speaking quickly and not articulately.Ling Xingcan reflexively turned his head and glanced at her.Who knows, when he sees this, he regrets it