Chapter 317: First Time Sleeping in the Same Bed

Everything that happened afterwards was pretty much what He Donglai had imagined.

She blushed, she was angry, she was furious.

The moment Song Qingqian covered his mouth with her hands, He Donglai thought it was all over.

After all, the girl in my memory was angry about this for a long time.

The white-haired old man brought out a cream cake and finally made her laugh happily again.

He has no cream cake.

Not to mention cream cake, he couldn't even give Song Qingqian a life with meat every day.

He Donglai was caught in the huge identity suspense that was out of reach when he was young.

I was in a daze and couldn't take a step forward.

So he never imagined that the person who would compromise first would be Song Qingqian.

And this kind of compromise occurred more than once last night.

But again and again...

Finally, he was allowed into Song Qingqian's room.

In that room.

He had never been there, but he was quite familiar with it.

He knew there was only one bed inside.

The moment Song Qingqian pushed him to sit on the bed, he was shocked, so shocked that his whole body was numb.

The alcohol, which had been somewhat dissipated by the cool night breeze, once again rushed into his brain.

The smell makes people feel hot and stuffy.

At that moment, he was truly drunk.

He was so drunk that he could only obey Song Qingqian's orders.

Take off your clothes, lie down, and go to sleep.

He followed her instructions step by step, fearing that he would go even a little beyond the limit, and was therefore kicked out of the room by Song Qingqian.

During this period.

He Donglai kept smelling a faint floral scent.

It's rose.

It filled the room and was also on Song Qingqian's body, clothes, and bedding.

If it weren't for Song Qingqian's gaze, he might have stuck to the quilt like a madman, taking deep breaths.

Take a deep breath of the breath that remains above.

Just like this, it's enough.

He doesn't have to sleep on the bed, he can sleep on the floor.

While thinking.

Click.

The lights in the room went out.

The sound of soft footsteps and the rustling of clothes rang in He Donglai's ears.

Approaching him little by little.

By the time he reacted, there was already someone lying beside him.

The floral scent instantly becomes rich.

Sleeping in the same bed.

These four words flashed through He Donglai's mind instantly.

At the same time, the fire in He Donglai's body was ignited.

burning.

Hot all over.

When combined with alcohol, it becomes more and more intense.

Especially his body, which was completely different from usual.

The heat all over my body also surged in that direction.

In silence.

He Donglai's breathing became extremely rapid.

My throat was so dry that I wanted to drink a few more cups of strong tea in one breath.

This situation.

Even if He Donglai was really drunk, he would not be able to sleep.

What's more, he was still half sober and half drunk.

At the same time, He Donglai was not the only one who couldn't sleep.

After Song Qingqian lay down, he didn't move.

She closed her eyes and tried her best to look sleepy, thus ignoring the constant heat coming from the man next to her.

But everything... was in vain.

The more she tried to ignore He Donglai, the more her attention was focused on him.

His turning, his breathing...

Everything became extremely clear.

Song Qingqian even felt that He Donglai was leaning sideways, his eyes fixed firmly on her.

He stayed awake most of the night and just stared at her.

In this situation, it would be a miracle if I could sleep!

Frustrated and helpless.

Song Qingqian couldn't pretend anymore and simply opened his eyes.

She looked at the man lying on the side and sighed helplessly, "He Donglai, tell me, what do you want me to do to get some sleep?"

She is really crazy.

She actually tried to reason and negotiate with a drunk man.

He Donglai uttered three words in a low voice, "Play the piano."

Song Qingqian frowned, "Hmm? What?"

"I didn't see you playing the piano."

After she heard it clearly, she laughed angrily and immediately refuted it.

"Where didn't you see it? Back in the music classroom... you saw it the most!"

And he saw all of her bad and vicious sides.

She hasn't even settled the score with him yet, how dare he bring it up again.

While Song Qingqian was furious, He Donglai spoke calmly.

"School celebration, I didn't see it."

His voice was still low, and his words came out simply.

overnight.

Song Qingqian was like a balloon with a hole poked in it. Hot air was gushing out and he instantly became dizzy.

School Anniversary...

Song Qingqian went on stage to perform a piano solo.

That was her best performance after practicing hard.

At that time, He Donglai had already left their school.

The missed opportunities in youth can never be made up.

It just leaves the deepest regret in each other's hearts.

"Nannan, I want to see you play the piano."

He Donglai muttered stubbornly, his dark eyes fixed on Song Qingqian, motionless.

"Why are you playing the piano so late at night..."

"Don't you see where this place is? How could there be a piano..."

"Are you going to sleep or not? Close your eyes..."

——"Nannan, I want to see you play the piano."

No matter how Song Qingqian refuted, He Donglai only had this one sentence to say from beginning to end.

Song Qingqian's pride became useless in the face of the man's stubbornness.

She raised the corners of her eyes and asked with her lips pursed.

"Is it because I play the piano that you are willing to close your eyes and go to sleep?"

The man, who looked like a repeater, nodded.

Song Qingqian was really angry and amused.

How can you be so stubborn and yet so obedient?

Is this man drunk?!

A feeling of doubtful anger just flashed through Song Qingqian's mind.

She stretched out her hand and pulled the man who was lying on his side over to her.

She put her arms around his neck and pressed against her neck.

"You are not allowed to stare at me anymore."

Miss Song spoke angrily.

a moment.

The two people who were originally close to each other began to hug each other.

Half of He Donglai's body was leaning sideways on top of Song Qingqian.

The soft touch fits tightly against his hard body.

He Donglai's nose was filled with not only the rich fragrance, but also the soft touch of Song Qingqian's hair and her slightly hot earlobes.

He got burned.

The subconscious movement is to step back.

"Don't move."

Song Qingqian grabbed He Donglai's head which was rubbing against his head.

Why are you so restless?

She threatened, "If you move, I won't play the piano anymore."

The man, who was taller and stronger than Song Qingqian, froze in an instant and did not move.

Song Qingqian's palm was touching He Donglai's short black hair.

The soft palm is filled with dense touches.

It was very novel, and she rubbed it gently twice.

Little did they know.

He Donglai's Adam's apple rolled heavily as he swallowed.

Song Qingqian's palm moved slowly downwards.

From He Donglai's neck, it fell on his shoulders...