Dear Mr. Shi

Gu Youli subconsciously looked upstairs: "Is anyone else here?"

Song Qinghuan replied: "My brother and his friend live in another guest room. Why are you drinking too much? Girls don't drink so much, it's not good for your health."

Gu Youli smiled and said: "Don't worry, I don't drink, I just had a red wine steak when I came."

Song Qinghuan's throat tightened, and he swallowed subconsciously: "I want to eat red wine steak, too."

Gu Youli: "This is easy, just take you to eat tomorrow."

Song Qinghuan pursed her lips, and continued: "I still want to eat hairy crabs and Changsha stinky tofu. The taste is scary, Chongqing hot and sour noodles, and Beijing roast duck?"

Gu Youli: "..."

Song Qinghuan smiled: "Haha, am I kidding you."

Gu Youli took her upstairs: "It's late, go and rest."

At night, the huge villa is quiet and scary.

In the middle of the night, Shi Yuhan suddenly woke up. After drunk and woke up, his headache broke out. In addition, he hadn't slept well recently. The pain can be said to be painful.

Sitting on the bed, he kept raising his hands, rubbing his eyebrows and temples, all around him was an unfamiliar environment.

But he just froze for a moment, and soon remembered again.

Yesterday he was going back to City A, but he was a little drunk, but he was very eager to see Song Qinghuan, and asked Xia Yang to make a turn, but he didn't want to touch the car he was following.

He jumped out of the car and came out of the villa alone, and the remaining reason told him that he could not go in and not go to see Song Qinghuan.

Once he entered, Song Qinghuan would hold him tightly, and then let him take her home. At that time, he would have no way to refuse.

So, can’t meet.

Later, Li Chengyu came, let A Duan help him into the villa, which is the villa where Song Qinghuan currently lives.

Drunk, this seems to be the first time.

He has always been drinking well, and he is able to restrain himself. He will not drink any more when he is almost drinking.

Although there are often social gatherings, others are toasting to him, others drink up, and he is casual.

Why is he drunk now?

Is it uncomfortable to hold back? Still miss her too much? Want to get close to her too much?

Want to get close to her, want to see her, hold her, but you need to find an excuse for yourself, and alcohol is undoubtedly the most hearty excuse, after all, I resisted it at the last moment.

Shi Yuhan rubbed his eyebrows and slowly got up from the bed.

When he first stood up, his body was still shaking, and his footsteps were a bit vacant.

Although this was the first time Shi Yuhan entered the villa, he knew that Song Qinghuan lived in that room.

Song Qinghuan has always slept very deeply, and after falling asleep, she would often be thunderous and would not wake up.

Shi Yuhan opened the door without turning on the light, and groped to the side of the bed with the hazy moonlight, staring at Song Qinghuan in his sleep, his face was tender and tender.

The room was surprisingly quiet, with only the sound of shallow breathing accompanied by silence, as if it were going to be so quiet and tender until the sky was old.

Shi Yuhan turned sideways and sat down gently by the bed.

His slender fingers gently touched Song Qinghuan's soft cheeks.

The movements are very light and gentle, and itching at the starting point.

Song Qinghuan felt it, and wrinkled her nose.

Continue to sleep again.

When Yuhan saw this, the corners of his mouth curled up inadvertently.

He leaned down, his thin lips lightly touched her red lips, and they swiped past like a dragonfly.

With an elegant arc at the corner of his mouth, he stared at her on the bed with spring breeze in his eyes, his heart was full of satisfaction, and finally, he could finally get so close to her!