70s: The Feeble Intellectual Being Pampered in the Countryside

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Wen Qinghe, who held a fortune i...

Chapter 183 Wine Doesn't Intoxicate, People Intoxicate Themselves

The person she thought was not drunk was now holding onto Wen Yunhuai's arm, with one hand around his waist, and Wen's father was walking forward with his toes off the ground.

Because Wen Yunhuai was drunk, if he were sober, he would be furious and curse at him.

Once they arrived at the room, Yan Xiao led Wen's father to the bed, took off his shoes, covered him with a blanket, and then pulled Wen Qinghe out.

Inside a young girl's boudoir.

My daughter's room is very cozy, and the room is still decorated the same way it was three years ago.

Everything is pink and tender; it seems the little girl has the same preference for pink in both her lives.

A cream-colored, openwork carved bed with a pink mosquito net hanging down from it.

There was a table and cabinet of the same color by the window.

There was a photo of a little girl on it, along with several books of folk tales.

Yan Xiao was both excited and shy as he entered his wife's bedroom for the first time.

Shyly, he stared at the little girl's lips with a slightly flushed face.

Xiao Xiao was so excited that he couldn't wait to go inside.

The door was locked behind Wen Qinghe.

The man's hot, large hand pressed against the girl's lower back; her waist, as thin as a palm, was incredibly soft and supple.

The man lowered his head, breathing heavily, and captured the girl's fragrant lips.

The taste of alcohol spread between the lips and teeth.

Wen Qinghe felt dizzy and lightheaded. Even though he was the one drinking, she felt like she was drunk too.

Yan Xiao was unusually clingy and domineering tonight.

Their clothes were scattered all over the ground.

From the doorway to the bedside,

The matte wood flooring shimmered with a bright luster under the moonlight.

The big bed, which I haven't slept in for a long time, keeps creaking, and I don't know if it's reached the end of its lifespan.

The moonlight was as bright as water, and the night hawk's voice was hoarse, yet its frequent cries never ceased.

As the moon set, the eagles' cries gradually ceased, and the sky began to lighten with the first light of dawn.