Mu Jinjin reached out to turn on the lamp, and as the room lit up little by little, she also saw the figure of a man.
He found that he was leaning against the wall at the moment, frowning deeply and walking to the bathroom, obviously a weak action, but he was still elegant and noble to do it.
Mu Jinjin looked at Leng for a few seconds, and after reacting, he guessed that he should be drunk.
One was because he was walking against the wall, and the other was because she smelled a strong smell of alcohol floating in the air.
How he was drunk In her impression, he has always been very good at drinking, and if he wants to drink until he walks on the wall, he will probably have to drink several bottles of red wine.
How did he drink so much Mu Jin was puzzled, and at the same time thought intelligently in her heart, this was a good opportunity for her to please him and let him not be angry.
Mu Jinjin lifted the quilt and climbed out of bed, picked up the bath towel on the ground and wrapped it quickly, and then trotted in his direction barefoot.
She ran to him, put her arm on his shoulder, and asked him gently, "Sir, are you going to the bathroom, I'll help you?"
He turned his head to look at her well-behaved little face, hooked his lips sarcastically, grabbed her cheeks with his hands and forced her mouth to open, staring at the soft little pink tongue in her mouth with a cold gaze.
"Why do you want to serve me while I'm drunk, so that I can be happy, so that I can continue to love you, spoil you, and let you suffer less sin, right?"
"But Syl, helping me to the bathroom is not as good as you using your little tongue to give me a comfortable mouth, do you understand my words?"
"You're drunk" Mu Jinjin's face burned when he heard this, cut off his words, and then put his little hand on his waist, trying to wrap his body several times stronger than himself to help him to the bathroom, but he didn't expect him to suddenly drag her hand and turn her in place several times She didn't know what he had done to herself, except that when she was still, she was leaning her back against the wall, and he was pressed against her.
She felt like she was going to turn into a sandwich.
Mu Jinjin felt that he could not breathe, so he raised his hand and pushed his shoulder, but he didn't think that he lowered his head and violently blocked her lips, sucking her lower lip and biting like crazy "Hmm."
She blushed and tried not to hide, but he clenched a hand into a fist next to her head so that she couldn't turn around, and the kissing of her became more and more excessive, at first he only occupied her lips, and finally he directly pried it open, and did something to her to make her ashamed.
He was domineering, and he forcibly kissed her for more than two or three minutes, and only let go when she was about to die, staring at her with some deep eyes that were as dark as the night.
The night was dark, and no one could tell what mood he was in at the moment.
Mu Jinjin was very close to him, and if she looked closely, she might be able to see it, but now she only cares about gasping for breath to save her life, where is she in the mood to study his expression She swore that if he let go of himself for a few seconds, she was afraid that he would get to the Yama Hall to report.
"Ahh He grabbed her chin with one hand and forced her to look up, Mu Jinjin was so frightened by him that his thoughts were confused, looking at his cheeks as white as the wall behind her, a desolate and desolate feeling.
What did he want to do "Say, why do you want to play that tune?"
His cold, stern voice came from above her.
I don't know if it was her delusion, but she actually heard a trace of choking, a trace of sadness, and a trace of despair from that voice. oshow7 t1706231537: