Chapter 805
Through the door, Sheng Jingheng could already smell her familiar and alluring fragrance.
I just drank a few glasses of wine downstairs, and now I feel drunk, and I have to endure and endure before calming down.
When Nan Yue opened the door, his expression remained the same, but his dark eyes, which were getting darker, betrayed him a little.
The corridor was quiet, and the other three should have stayed in their rooms.
Nan Yue asked without hesitation: "Brother, how much did you drink?"
"A few cups, not many." Sheng Jingheng replied truthfully, his eyes locked on her face, and he remained motionless.
Five, six, seven, eight or nine cups can be called a few cups.
And judging by the drinking posture of the few of them, it is estimated that one cup can equal the usual two cups.
Otherwise, he wouldn't drink like this.
However, it was the first time Nan Yue saw him drinking like this, so it was a bit of a novelty, and he didn't mind too much.
After all, it is estimated that this is only once a year, and it is difficult to have a second time.
She smiled slightly, then stepped forward to put her arms around his waistline, and looked up at him: "Brother, are you happy tonight?"
Sheng Jingheng lowered his head: "Well, I'm very happy."
Seeing him like this, the smile on the corners of Nan Yue's lips became even wider, and he resisted laughing and said: "Just be happy."
After finishing speaking, she turned her face sideways, leaned quietly in front of him, and sniffed the alcohol smell on his body.
This is probably the embodiment of loving someone.
However, people like Sheng Jingheng never had any bad smells.
Sheng Jingheng raised his hand and gently stroked her hair, wanting to lower his head to smell it, but thinking that he drank a lot of wine and she had just washed her hair, so he gave up.
After the two hugged each other quietly for a while, Nan Yue remembered and asked, "Brother came to see me specially, do you have something to say?"
"Um."
Nan Yue looked up at him again: "What do you want to say?"
Sheng Jingheng raised his other hand and gently held her cheek, his eyes were deep: "I want to tell you something, see you tomorrow."
this one?
He was so solemn, she thought he was going to say something.
Nan Yue couldn't help but said, "Okay, see you tomorrow."
Although he had said what he wanted to say, Sheng Jingheng watched and didn't intend to withdraw his hand.
"Then, good night?" Nan Yue looked at him with a light smile and raised eyebrows.
"Good night."
Seeing that he was motionless, Nan Yue couldn't help but clicked his tongue, and then hooked his fingers at him.
The man who could only be regarded as half drunk was very obedient, and immediately arched his back and was at eye level with her.
"My dear."
As soon as she said this, Sheng Jingheng's original hesitation was gone, and he immediately opened his lips slightly, and slightly held her upper lip.
This is not a simple good night kiss.
However, the man still restrained himself and didn't let her smell too much alcohol.
When he backed away, Nanyue's fingers were still a little tense, and they were all wrinkled as they pulled at the skirt of his clothes.
The corners of her eyes were a little red, but it was obvious that she was not about to cry, but a little emotional.
This appearance became more and more seductive.
Sheng Jingheng didn't know how he restrained himself, when he let go of her and took back his hand, he felt empty in his heart.
His breath was a little farther away, and Nan Yue came back to his senses, his watery eyes turned, and he looked at him, but he didn't say anything.
"Go to bed early." Sheng Jingheng finished in a low hoarse voice, then turned around and went to the opposite guest room.
His figure almost seemed to be running away.
Nan Yue raised his hand and caressed his lips, the soul throbbed at that moment, as if there was still an aftertaste.
It's amazing that someone's kissing skills still have room for improvement.
She lowered her eyes and laughed lowly, then closed the door, went back inside and sat down, slowly calming down through practice.