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 gold seemed to grow.
A secret joy welled up in Song Yiyi's heart.
Her gold will grow on its own!
So sensible.
Song Yiyi had fun, but Cen Yue suffered.
Cen Yue carried her into the house and had to endure the female hooligan's unbridled harassment.
Song Yiyi's breath sprayed on Cen Yue's neck, feeling both itchy and hot.
Just walked to 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 it, she touched it with her hand.
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 suddenly felt empty.
Song Yiyi grabbed the air, her eyes revealing an unconcealable disappointment.
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