She followed Cen Yue's strength and raised her face, chuckled twice, stared at Cen Yue for a few seconds and sighed, "You are so cute."

After seeing Song Yiyi's face clearly, Cen Yue narrowed his eyes slightly.

The two people are very close.

With every breath, a faint smell of alcohol filled the air.

Song Yiyi's eyes, which used to be beautiful and clear like glass, were now full of mist and her gaze became blurred.

Her face was very red, and even the corners of her eyes had a hint of red.

The lips are red and gorgeous.

Cen Yue's Adam's apple slid slightly, and he pulled down her hand that was starting to make trouble. He caught a glimpse of the knife on the chopping board from the corner of his eye, and his eyes darkened.

He lowered his voice and said, "Stand up."

Song Yiyi stood up straight as if by reflex, and then fell uncontrollably onto Cen Yue.

Cen Yue grabbed her waist in time, his tone still deliberately cold: "Why did you touch a knife after drinking? Don't you know it's dangerous? Didn't you say you would wait for me to come back and cook?"

It seems I have to hide all the knives next time I go out.

Her behavior is really too dangerous.

"drink wine?"

Song Yiyi opened her red lips slightly, suddenly chuckled, raised her hand and shook her index finger, "I don't have it."

She is clearly acting like a scoundrel.

Cen Yue lowered his eyes and stared at her, his eyes dark and surging, his voice low and magnetic: "Really? Then whoever drinks is a dog."

When Song Yiyi heard this, she immediately argued, "I'm not a dog. The wine I used when cooking was 1982 Lafite. I was just trying it to see if it was salty enough, I didn't drink it secretly."

After she finished speaking, she raised her pretty face and smiled innocently, "I'll pickle the beef with a bottle of 1982 Lafite! It doesn't matter, I'll pay with gold. I have plenty of money! I'm just willful!"

As Song Yiyi spoke, she lowered her head and groped around Cen Yue's body, muttering softly, "Hey, where's my gold? I clearly hid it here. Let me look for it."

Cen Yue raised his eyelids and glanced at the corner of the chopping board.

The red wine that I brought back from Cen Anguo was lying there alone, half of the bottle gone.

Cen Yue was almost so angry that he laughed.

It's not because of the wine.

It's because of the phrase 'taste the saltiness.'

Can anyone taste half a packet of salt?

Just as he was about to look away, he suddenly froze and his expression changed instantly.

Cen Yue gnashed his teeth, his voice a little hoarse: "Song Yiyi... let go..."

What are you doing?!

Cen Yue's breathing began to become disordered. He gritted his teeth, bent down, and picked up Song Yiyi horizontally.

Song Yiyi was really a little drunk.

The alcohol took effect, the body temperature gradually rose, and the hug made me feel dizzy.

She was in a daze and hugged Cen Yue's neck with one hand and buried her head in his arms.

Even so, Song Yiyi still didn't let go of her other hand, "You...slow down! My gold..."

Her golden statue will grow.

A secret joy welled up in Song Yiyi's heart.

Her gold will grow on its own!

I really understand.

Song Yiyi had fun, but Cen Yue suffered.

Cen Yue carried her into the house and had to endure the female hooligan's unscrupulous harassment.

Song Yiyi's breath sprayed on the side of Cen Yue's neck, making it itchy and hot.

Just arrived at the door of the main hall.

Cen Yue's breathing stopped and his dense eyelashes trembled.

Song Yiyi had already let it go, and instead raised her eyes, staring straight at Cen Yue's Adam's apple, and opened her mouth to bite it.

After biting, she also touched it with her hands.

Her watery eyes were filled with doubt.

It's very strange, this thing can run by itself, sometimes up, sometimes down.

Can't even touch it.

Cen Yue's Adam's apple moved and his eyes became darker.

He had no idea.

The distance from the main room to the bedroom is only a few steps, but one day I couldn't get in no matter how hard I tried.

Cen Yue's whole body tensed up, his eyes churning with emotions, and his voice became hoarse: "Yiyi, don't move."

Song Yiyi refused to listen to him.

Cen Yue couldn't bear it any longer, so he pinched her waist, turned around and carried her to the table next to him.

My hands were suddenly empty.

Song Yiyi grabbed the air, her eyes revealing an unconcealable disappointment.