Chapter 85 His Crazy Attack

Song Qinian did not respond, but walked to the bed and packed all of Chen Fangling's things.

"Walk!"

One word represents his position.

"well!"

Chen Fangling pulled the towel off her head. At this point, she no longer had to pretend to be pitiful.

She got out of bed, took out a bottle of wine from the cupboard, picked up two enamel cups on the table at random, pulled off the bottle caps, and gulped down two glasses of wine.

Turning around, she picked up the enamel cup and handed it to Song Qinian.

"What do you mean?"

Song Qinian looked at the wine in the glass. The liquor was strong and it was obviously the authentic Kouzijiao liquor from his hometown.

When he left his hometown to join the army, he used this cellar to honor his parents and embarked on the road to joining the army.

"Uncle Song asked me to bring you this bottle of Kouzijiao. It was originally intended to be our wedding wine. Now you want me to leave, fine! You can at least give me a farewell drink!"

Chen Fangling held the enamel cup and looked up at Song Qinian.

Is this... the wine his parents brought him?

Thinking of the glass of wine he drank when he left his hometown, Song Qinian was moved. He took the enamel cup. Chen Fangling raised a smug smile and clinked glasses with Song Qinian while holding the cup.

"Brother Qinian, I did it!"

Chen Fangling raised her head, and Song Qinian smelled the familiar aroma from the cellar. Without thinking much, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

As the hot feeling entered his throat, Song Qinian frowned, "The taste of this wine..."

"Is it a little different from the wine of that year?"

Chen Fangling put the enamel cup in her hand aside. Song Qinian took a look and saw that there was not a drop of wine left in the cup!

"you……"

Song Qinian's body swayed, his vision gradually became blurred, and his body suddenly became hot, and he felt like he was burning in flames.

"There's something wrong with this wine!"

Song Qinian buttoned his collar tightly, his face flushed. His body swayed, and Chen Fangling rushed forward and wanted to hug him.

"Brother Qinian, Uncle Song really asked me to bring you this wine. I secretly added something to it."

Chen Fangling smiled proudly. She specially went to the village pig farmer to ask for the medicine. One drop could kill a breeding pig, and this time, she put three drops!

Song Qinian's breathing became more and more rapid. Seeing Chen Fangling pouting and moving closer to his face, Song Qinian's body stiffened.

"Brother Qinian..."

Chen Fangling's voice was soft and charming. Song Qinian gritted his teeth and pushed her away with one hand.

“Oh my…”

Chen Fangling was thrown hard onto the bed by him, but she reached out again and pulled Song Qinian to her side.

"Brother Qinian, after drinking this glass of wine, you will be mine..."

Chen Fangling stretched out her hands and wrapped her whole body tightly around Song Qinian.

"Get lost!"

Song Qinian gritted his teeth and bit through them. The piercing pain barely brought his mind back to normal. He used up his last bit of strength and pushed Chen Fangling hard.

ah!!!

Chen Fangling screamed and was pushed off the bed. She rolled three times on the ground and her head hit the wall hard. She fainted on the spot.

Whoosh whoosh…

Song Qinian was panting heavily, trying hard to get up from the bed, he opened the door and rushed out.

He staggered forward. Every step was extremely difficult. He held onto the wall and vaguely saw a figure appear in his blurry vision.

"Song Qinian? What are you doing lying on my door?"

Bai Wei, who had just come back from washing clothes, saw Song Qinian lying at her door with a flushed face and a dazed look.

"Bai... Wei..."

Seeing Bai Wei's beautiful facial features, the fire in Song Qinian's heart erupted like a volcano, and his rationality was quickly retreating.

"You're here just in time. Do you know where to hang the clothes?"

Bai Wei was so focused on hanging up the washed clothes that she didn't notice Song Qinian's unusual expression at all.

She took out her key, opened the door, and prepared to look for a clothesline in the house.

Bang!

As Bai Wei walked into the house, she heard the sound of a door closing hurriedly behind her, which scared her.

"Why did you close the door so loudly?"

As soon as Bai Wei turned around, she saw Song Qinian rushing towards her with a flushed face and picking her up.

"Song Qinian, what are you doing!!"

His movements were rough and swift, and the basin in Bai Wei's hand fell in an instant. With a clang, all the clothes she had washed were thrown to the ground.

"Song Qinian!!"

Bai Wei patted Song Qinian's hand, but when she did, she realized something was wrong.

His hands were terribly hot. Even in the cold winter weather, he was like a furnace, hot and dry.

"slight……"

Song Qinian called Bai Wei in a low voice, his voice was deep and mellow, and even carried a hint of charm.

Bai Wei raised her head and looked at Song Qinian's flushed face, the dense beads of sweat on his forehead, and his deep and blurred eyes. She finally realized that something was wrong with him.

But it's too late...

Song Qinian hugged Bai Wei and stared at her with fiery eyes...

"Song Qinian..."

Bai Wei's heart was beating wildly, and she reached out her hand, trying to push Song Qinian away.

His body was hot and he held her hand tighter. The distance between them became very close in an instant and the hot breath fell on Bai Wei's face.

"You...have been drinking?"

She faintly smelled a hint of alcohol. No wonder he felt so hot. Was he drunk?

"I...want...to."

His voice was low. At this moment, feeling her in his arms, so fragrant and soft, he wanted to use all his strength to crush her in his arms.

"You're talking nonsense..."

As soon as Bai Wei opened her mouth, Song Qinian could no longer control himself and began to kiss her passionately.

This kiss was as powerful and passionate as the surge of magma...

"Um... no... no..."

Bai Wei had never experienced such a strong attack before, and her mind was confused by his enthusiasm.

Only a remnant of consciousness reminded her: No, you can't do that!