Chapter 84: Drunk "Brother, Brother Souya."

"Why did you change back to this set?"

The man's voice was low and hoarse, as if it had been soaked in mellow ice wine, crisp and rustling.

This suspenders, denim shorts, and long boots outfit is what she wears on stage. While at the KTV, several attractive young women asked Qiao Ruoying to change into them so they could take some pretty photos together, and she agreed.

“…”

Qiao Ruoying was even more drunk. When she heard his words, she just opened her eyes. Her clear eyes were out of focus, and the air was hazy like the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River in March.

She said nothing, but reached behind her back, trying to untie something. Her fingertips struggled to reach the target, and her butterfly bones became more prominent, like two butterflies about to fly, resting on her shoulders.

The girl couldn't untie it, and she let out a series of soft hums from the tip of her nose. There was a hint of anxiety in the hums, like the growl of a little animal.

The more anxious and worried she became, the harder it was to untie the knot. Her slender arms were twisted against her will and she almost had a cramp.

"Uh... hum."

The girl's humming sound in her throat became louder and more irritable, like a kitten that is going to get aggressive if it doesn't achieve its goal, purring in her throat.

"My temper has only gotten worse."

Jiang Zong also looked at her with amusement as she twisted her arms here and there for a long time, and he just thought it was cute.

Her neck was covered in cinnabar-red marks, and she angrily stomped on the heels of her boots, pulling her legs out. The boots slipped off, revealing her long legs, gleaming white.

Jiang Zong also saw that under her sexy outfit, she was wearing a pair of pure cotton kitten socks on her feet. The socks had dark blue soles and white kittens. Two kittens on the sides of the socks were looking at him with their heads tilted. He sighed softly, held her ankle, and gently massaged the protruding part of her ankle bone.

"What are you twisting like this for?"

He also drank alcohol.

He was just not that drunk, but facing Qiao Ruoying, he was not the Liu Xiahui who could remain calm.

She really is...isn't she afraid that he will eat her in one bite?

Even though he held her wrists and ankles, she still twisted restlessly until the thin straps on her shoulders rubbed more red marks on her skin. Only then did Jiang Zong suddenly realize that she was trying to unbutton her bra.

After realizing this, his eyes became darker and deeper.

I gently coaxed her to take it off when we get home, but Qiao Ruoying refused to do so. She instinctively felt uncomfortable wearing a bra and wanted to take it off.

Jiang Zong had no other choice but to lift the hem of her silver suspenders. His long fingers found rows of fine hooks in the gap between the fabric and her delicate skin and untied them for her.

The thin French lace bra, strapless, was untied and held in his palm. The heat and fragrance hit him, and he sniffed it, his heart tightening.

After being untied, Qiao Ruoying finally felt a little more comfortable, and even her breathing became much smoother. The tip of her straight nose was gently twitching, her eyelashes were long, and her sleeping face was peaceful and flawless.

He looked at her sleeping face quietly, and the sleeping beast seemed to be slowly waking up.

After a while, the drunken kitten seemed to be in pain again, and like a piece of candy, its rosy cheeks pressed against his neck. The tip of its nose lightly touched his protruding and plump Adam's apple, and unexpectedly, a strange spark was generated.

"Sit tight, baby."

He ordered her in a hoarse voice, but it was no use. She still came closer and pulled down the collar of his sweatshirt, revealing his collarbone and a large area of ​​cold white skin under his neck, and pressed her cheek against it comfortably.

Her skin was slightly hot, and she put her cheek against his neck.

She came close to him and pressed him hard until their body temperatures reached the same level.

She clung to him like an octopus, her legs wrapped around his thin, narrow frame, refusing to let go. Jiang Zongye couldn't bear to let her sit next to him, so he just held her loosely, telling himself to be patient, as they were in the car.

The Maybach drove all the way into the underground garage of Yaxinyuan.

After receiving instructions from Jiang Zongye, the driver in the front seat, Lao Li, hurriedly opened the back door of the car to 90 degrees.

The underground garage was dimly lit. Jiang Zongye, holding Miss Qiao in one hand, crouched down and emerged from the car, his large hand resting securely on her head. The man's tall, imposing figure only accentuated the petite figure of the girl in his arms.

The girl in his arms was wrapped tightly in a horn-buttoned coat, with only her furry hair exposed.

Old Li watched Mr. Jiang holding Miss Qiao as they walked to the elevator, secretly praying that the two would reconcile quickly.

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Since Qiao Ruoying was drunk, Jiang Zong was worried about her sleeping alone in the apartment, so he simply carried her to his apartment and into the bedroom.

He leaned over and tried to put her down, but Qiao Ruoying's two slender arms were tightly wrapped around his neck and she refused to let go.

Jiang Zong was also at a loss for words, and whispered, "Yingying, lie down first. I'll go get you some pajamas to change into. This way you'll be more comfortable."

Qiao Ruoying didn't listen to him and pulled at the collar of his sweatshirt until their noses were touching and their breaths could be heard.

The fabric of the sweatshirt was thin, and she was almost unobstructed. He could clearly feel her. The tip of her nipple was flattened into a disc shape, tightly pressed against him, giving him a strange and soft touch. Suddenly, blood gathered.

Not to mention, she hugged his neck and called softly in a sweet voice: "Brother."

The word "brother" almost snapped the last string of rationality in his mind. But that wasn't enough. The next second, the girl's soft lips came up, and her lilac tongue licked his thin lips, soft and wet.

Little goblin.

This time, Jiang Zong did not refuse again.

If he refuses again, he is not a man.

He immediately took the initiative, pinching her chin and responding to her kiss. He rolled his tongue into hers, sucking on her tongue, rubbing them together, sweeping through every inch of her mouth, tasting her wantonly. The mixture of fruit wine and her sweet and refreshing breath was fragrant and soft.

It was like a match falling into a pile of cotton soaked in gasoline, causing a huge fire.

"Brother, brother."

Qiao Ruoying was still crying, her voice tinged with impatience and tears. Normally, when she was sober, she could control herself with reason, but now, drunk, like a kitten who'd already tasted the sweetness of wine, she just wanted to rely on instinct to explore.

There was pleading in her wet eyes, but she didn't even know what she was pleading for. Her mouth was flattened in grievance, and her body was uncontrollable, as if she was incontinent, and the feeling surged out.

"Yingying." Jiang Zong also let go of her lips.

The girl's lips, plump like petals, were swollen and red from his ravages. A silver thread was trembling and entangled at the edge of her lips, intertwining them in an ambiguous way.

He knew her reaction too well and knew what she wanted. He just rolled his Adam's apple and gently scratched her cheek with the knuckle of his middle finger.

Her cheeks were hot, and her skin was white with a rosy complexion.

"Yingying, do you know who I am?"

He was obviously in great pain, with the arrow on the string ready to be shot, but he was still very patient, gently stroking her face with his fingertips.

He wanted Yingying to know clearly that the one who brought her back tonight was not another man, but him.

Only he can bring her back.

"It's my brother." Qiao Ruoying sobbed, her whole body twisting and turning like a restless candy. Her ankles hit the silk quilt and kicked again and again, as if many ants had crawled into her limbs. She wanted the person in front of her to drive away all the ants for her.

"Which brother?"

"Brother Zongye, Zongye." She squeezed out these words from her sobbing voice. Qiao Ruoying was in a dream, but she still knew that she only had one brother.

Finally, she knew it was him, which made Jiang Zong feel extremely satisfied and comforted. He comforted her and said, "Brother will give it to you right away, dear Yingying."

He looked at her with amusement. This little girl had a really bad temper when she was drunk. She was so fierce and aggressive that she could even get on with a pair of jeans.

The zipper of her denim hot pants was hidden deep inside, and the zipper head was small, making it difficult to pull it down.

She was drunk and her slender fingers were clumsy, so she couldn't reach the zipper, so she pouted her lips and frowned, as if she was crying.

Jiang Zong also found it funny and helped her.

In the past, she would be shy when he did this, but now she is not embarrassed or ashamed at all.

Yingying is indeed different when she is drunk than when she is awake.

Whether it was the blush on her face when she was shy or the charm in her eyes and eyebrows when she was bold and unrestrained, he liked it all and accepted it all.

He ripped open an essential tool.

There is a faint sweet fragrance in the air, which makes people feel itchy.

Jiang Zong also put his arms around her swan-like neck and kissed her forehead, cheeks and plump red lips like petals very patiently. He tasted the sweetness of white wine and fruit wine in her lips and was reluctant to let go.

Even a kiss like this, he had longed for it countless times in his dreams during the period of separation.

But Qiao Ruoying was not satisfied with the kiss, she wanted more, and a few sweet whimpers came out of her throat.

Jiang Zongye scratched her hot cheek with his long fingers and whispered.

"You're so impatient, baby."

In response to him, she called out "brother" several times with a tearful tone, as if biting by ants...

Jiang Zongye's heart skipped a beat. How could he bear her like this...

It had been a long time since they last met, and Jiang Zong finally understood the saying "A short separation is better than a new marriage". It turned out that doing this with true feelings was much better than his one-man show fantasy.

The girl's slender ankle was across his thin forearm.

His Adam's apple kept rolling and he couldn't move at all.

Qiao Ruoying had just been greedy, and now that it was real, she couldn't bear it anymore. The feeling of fullness filled her up, making her cry like a kitten.

"Don't cry, don't cry, it will be fine soon."

Jiang Zong also endured it, resisting the urge to continue, and comforted her in a hoarse voice until beads of sweat appeared on his handsome forehead.

He was very slow, and waited until she slowly adapted. Her originally furrowed brows relaxed, and a sparkling mermaid eyeshadow stretched across the corners of her eyes, making her eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as a painting.

He couldn't help but lean over and kiss her forehead, loving her blushing cheeks at that moment.

There was no time to even turn off the light in the bedroom.

The yellow light illuminated them, giving them the texture of an old movie, as if a layer of olive oil had been applied to Jiang Zongye, turning him into a handsome ancient Greek athlete and making her skin look as smooth as honey.

Their shadows cast on the pink and white walls overlapped ambiguously and remained still for a long time.

Qiao Ruoying gradually adapted.

Jiang Zong also knew that she could bear it, so he spread out her soft hands, interlocked their fingers, and lifted the girl's slender wrists and pressed them to the top of her head.

Qiao Ruoying was so happy, the happiness overflowed from every pore of her body, and sweetness was oozing out from within.

She thought she was dreaming.

How could I have such an embarrassing dream?

Moreover, Jiang Zongye in the dream was just like the real person. She liked him so much that she wanted to call him "brother" or "Brother Zongye" in a sweet voice.

She thought so and did so.

The feeling that permeated every part of her body was like the time her mother took her and her sister to the beach to watch the tide. From afar, they saw the majestic tide, surging against the shoreline, as if it was about to sweep her away and drag her deep into the seabed...

There was a faint scent of bitter almonds in the air, and when Qiao Ruoying smelled it, her head became even more drunk and dizzy.

Outside the window, the snow began to fall even harder. The light snowflakes hit the glass windowsill, blurring the harmonious scene inside the house.

Jiang Zongye was in a superior position from beginning to end, controlling the overall situation.

The girl's curves from her shoulders to her back were thin and beautiful, and he took in all of them.

After three rounds, Qiao Ruoying still wanted it, so he stopped. She pressed herself against his neck, which was covered in sweat, and hummed, as if her desire was unsatisfactory.

It seems that this kitten has been hungry since they broke up. Otherwise, why would it be eating him so happily tonight? Let's see what we can do.

Jiang Zong also touched her head with amusement and said in a hoarse voice:

"Haven't you fed the kitten yet?"

He asked while pressing lightly on her belly button.

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Author's words: Yingying woke up the next day and thought: It hurts somewhere. Does it hurt to have that kind of dream? [Breaking down][Breaking down]

Turning around and seeing Jiang Zongye, Yingying said: [scared][question mark] Has the dream come true?