"Can you do me a favor..." Song Zhiyi leaned softly against him, and her warm breath fell on the side of his neck, with a faint smell of alcohol, sweet and flirty, "Sister needs to recuperate... You go home with me, and I will take care of you..."
Xi Jinchuan's eyes suddenly darkened, his fingertips suddenly tightened, clasping her slender waist, holding her firmly in his arms, his voice was so low that it was unreasonable, with a hint of suppressed smile:
"Tour your body?" "Song Zhiyi," he whispered her name, with a hint of determination in his tone, "do you know who you are talking to?"
He lowered his head and leaned close to the tip of her red ear, his voice was magnetic and dangerous.
He raised his hand and touched the little face that he had remembered for a long time.
With delicate eyebrows and slightly pouty lips, he was so drunk that he was defenseless, like a little rabbit that ran into a hunter's arms.
Xi Jinchuan's eyes grew darker, his fingertips gently rubbed her lips, and he said hoarsely:
"I am better than anyone else in regulating my body."
After saying that, she lowered her head and kissed his lips that she had longed for.
