No matter what a drunk person wants to do, you can only coax her. There is no other way. Huo Wuyou personally combed her hair and drew her eyebrows.
I thought Xue Zhiyi would be satisfied now and would be willing to sleep with him, but she said it would be rude not to reciprocate and insisted on combing his hair as well.
Seeing that Xue Zhiyi was very interested, he had no choice but to give in and let Xue Zhiyi play with it.
In her intoxication, the hair tied on Huo Wuyou's head loosened. She tried to tie it again, but failed. Then she thought of something and took out a red hairband from the pouch on her waist.
Huo Wuyou's eyes lit up and he recognized the headband at a glance.
Being drunk, Xue Zhiyi's steps were much softer than usual. Huo Wuyou only pulled her lightly and made her fall onto his lap.
Holding her waist, Huo Wuyou asked her with interest: "Have you always carried the hairband I gave you before?"
Xue Zhiyi blushed, nodded, and used a hairband to tie up Huo Wuyou's loose hair with great care.
Huo Wuyou was delighted: "Awan was reluctant to tell me this when she was sober."
He kissed Xue Zhiyi's lower lip lightly, like a dragonfly touching the water.
The slight shaking of his body caused the hair that Xue Zhiyi had tried to tie up to fall loose. The headband slid down the ends of his hair and landed on Huo Wuyou's shoulders, but Xue Zhiyi had no time to care at this moment.
Staring at Huo Wuyou's smiling eyes, she felt the smell of alcohol rushing to her head.
Sitting on Huo Wuyou's lap, she gently pulled the hairband around his neck.
The hairband was wrapped around Xue Zhiyi's slender fingers. The pulling sensation made Huo Wuyou unable to control himself any longer. He let her pull him closer and closer, until there was no distance left for him to breathe...
The kiss was mixed with the refreshing aroma of wine, and the two of them were entangled deeper and deeper. Their breaths were hot and scorching. Huo Zhiyu climbed up his neck little by little, and she could feel his hands moving layer by layer on her body.
Although Huo Wuyou urged them to go to bed early, they still did not sleep together on the brocade bed.
The flickering candlelight reflected in the bronze mirror, becoming increasingly dim. Xue Zhiyi could only vaguely see his face rising and falling with his body in the mirror, as well as the trembling red jade pendant on the hairband that was wrapped around Huo Wuyou's neck and between her fingers.
On the beautiful night of Lantern Festival, the sound of phoenix flutes moved, the light of jade pots shone, and fish and dragons danced all night long...
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