Walking into the bedroom, Ye Ziqing's eyes fell on the bed.

He seemed to have drunk a lot of wine, and he was now drunk and unconscious. His handsomeness added a touch of decadence and casualness, which made him even more deadly.

Walking over, she knelt down slightly and took off his leather shoes.

This man always looked mature and steady, but why did he look like this when he was drunk today?

Her eyes glanced at his slightly dry thin lips. After a pause, she turned around and walked out. When she returned, she had a glass of warm water in her hand.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ye Ziqing reached out and poked his shoulder angrily: "Hey, get up and drink some water!"

His brows furrowed, but he didn't even react at all, so she poked him harder and harder, without any politeness.

Suddenly, his eyes were half-squinted, with some reddish bloodshot eyes, but more of them were as black as ink balls, hardened, dark, and bottomless.

She was a little frightened by the sight, so she looked away and stretched the water glass forward; "Here."

No one answered for a while, and she frowned in confusion. Just when she was about to look over, an arm suddenly pressed her down on the bed. There was a "clang--" and the water glass fell to the ground.

She was startled, and was hugged by that arm again. Before she could react, the hot lips blocked her, and the long tongue directly sucked the tip of her tongue.

What's more, he bit her lower lip and stretched it endlessly. Then when she felt a slight pain, he let go and kissed her hard again.

Her whole body was limp and her hands couldn't help but grab the shirt on his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat and body as hot as fire.

After a long time, when she felt like she was almost out of breath, he licked her lips back and forth for a long time, until they were all covered in his saliva, and finally let go when he was satisfied.

Finally able to breathe fresh air, her chest rose and fell, breathing heavily, and numbness spread throughout her body.

The lips were hot, as if fire was burning. Remembering how much she had just indulged in his passionate kiss and the lust he gave her, her face turned red.

It is said that women become like tigers after the age of thirty, but she was only twenty-four, and just now she was so aroused by his superb flirting skills that she wanted to...

Her cheeks were so red that they were about to bleed. She covered her face with both hands and secretly said, "It's over. I won't be able to see anyone anymore!"

Twisting her body, she struggled to leave his arms, but after struggling for a long time, she could not move him even a little bit.

"Hey, let go!" She lowered her voice and hit his chest.

There was still no response, and the answer to her was a steady and regular snort, and he actually fell asleep again...

Ye Ziqing only felt helpless and couldn't break away. It was already two o'clock in the morning. She couldn't resist the sleepiness that came over her. She leaned against his chest like a furnace and finally fell asleep.

In the silent room, only the breathing sounds of the two people alternated one after another.

After a while, Shen Shaoting's body moved slightly on the bed, and he hugged the woman in his arms tighter. He buried his handsome face in her neck, smelled the faint orange fragrance, and murmured contentedly: "Shen Yuqing...

Yu Qing... Qing..."

The unusually low and hoarse voice became as gentle as water at the end...

However, the woman in his arms was already asleep and did not hear it.

The next morning.

When Ye Ziqing woke up, she glanced at the face of the man opposite her. Shen Shaoting had already woken up.

His tall and muscular body was tilted slightly, holding his head with one hand. The hair on his forehead fell down, and there were still some bloodshot eyes in his eyes. There were green stubble on his chin. The black shirt was no longer as smooth as before, but had wrinkles.

But it is casual and lazy, and looks extremely charming.

He seemed to be still awake, he just squinted his half-opened eyes and stared at her quietly.

His eyes were so deep that she couldn't see through them at all, let alone what he was thinking at this time.

Thinking of her current situation, Ye Ziqing coughed lightly and explained, "It's not that I wanted to sleep here on purpose, but you insisted on holding me."

He suppressed all the emotions in his eyes, covered them up, and lightly curled his lips: "Teacher Ye doesn't plan to sleep here, then where do you plan to sleep?"

"..." Ye Ziqing was speechless.

"Shouldn't husband and wife sleep on the same bed?" he continued to ask lightly.

She licked her lips, which seemed like she ignored it; "I thought it would be inconvenient for you."

Raising his eyebrows, he asked, "Are you afraid that it will be inconvenient for me, or that it will be inconvenient for you?"

As expected, this man was bleeding for a while, and his throat was sealed with a knife. She continued angrily, "I don't sleep well. I always roll around and feel uncomfortable. Suddenly there is a man on the bed, and I won't be able to sleep."

He was very generous; "It doesn't matter if you roll on top of me. Besides, if you sleep more, you'll naturally get better..."

"Such a good eloquence is really a waste if you don't become a lawyer!" Ye Ziqing frowned and hummed.

"Thank you for the compliment." As he spoke, Shen Shaoting put his hands behind his back, sat up slightly, and exposed his chest, which was strong and smooth.

Her cheeks felt hot and she looked away. Just then, her cell phone rang. It was Guo Yanfang's call.

She picked up the phone, called her mom, and then walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to talk on the phone.

After making the call, she turned around and saw Shen Shaoting staring at her; "Are uncle and aunt back?"

uncle and auntie?

After being slightly stunned for a moment, she realized that he was actually talking about her parents. She felt a little awkward and nodded anyway.

"Now that you're back, please tidy up and we'll go to your house right away..."

Shocked, Ye Ziqing quickly said, "So sudden?"

"Do you still want to keep hiding it?" He stepped out of the bed with his long legs and took off his shirt and suit pants in front of her. He had a strong body and deep lines.

"No, I'm not mentally prepared yet." She looked away, knowing in her heart that paper could not contain the fire, but she was even more afraid that her family would be frightened.

"It doesn't matter whether you are mentally prepared or not, but they have to know about this all the time. Sooner or later, prepare yourself and set off immediately..."

With low and decisive words, he walked into the bathroom...
Chapter completed!