She simply washed his face and threw it on the bed and decided to ignore it.

But as soon as he turned around, he suddenly grabbed him.

"War Beikuai?" Qian Jinjin shouted tentatively.

The man's eyes were slightly floating. The next moment, his eyes opened, and his eyes, as deep as a pool, looked at her in a daze with a light glow of night.

"You... pretend?" Qian Jinjin looked at him suspiciously.

"If you don't drink, you will be drunk." Zhan Beikuang said with his lips curled up, and with a gentle slight way, she was completely embraced into his arms.

Qian Jinjin has a lot of opinions about him pretending to be drunk!

He cursed coquettishly, "I thought you were drunk and took care of you so carefully, it turned out that I was lying to me!"

"You just said that you didn't blame me for not fulfilling what I said before?" Zhan Bei's phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and his smile was as cunning as a fox.

Qian Jinjin's face turned red and she became angry, "Who said this! Who said this? You have been hallucinating yourself. As expected, you are still drunk. If you get drunk, go to bed early and I'll leave."

"Do you think...you can leave?" He turned over slightly, pressing her to the rest, with a fiery light flowing in his eyes.

Qian Jinjin was too familiar with the meaning of the light, his face was hot, and a little shyness surged in his deep beautiful eyes.

She saw Zhan Beikuang's throat tightening, and he couldn't help but lower his head and dropped the tiny kiss on the corner of her lips.

The hot breath began to intertwin, and she slowly closed her glasses.

At this moment, there is no need to say much.

The night between lovers has just begun.

****

On one hand, there is a fiery warmth, but there is anger.

After returning from the banquet just now, Yu Diehuan never felt comfortable.

The room has been cleaned up by Xier, but there are very few things that can be smashed.

In addition, he damaged his tendons and veins and could not vent his anger in his heart, Yu Diehuan was so angry that he could only ask Xier to vent his anger.

Poor Xier, she was beaten and kicked by her again, and she was already exhausted.

"If that bitch doesn't die for a day, I won't have peace for a day!" Yu Diehuan shouted sharply.

Xi'er had been beaten to death and was lying on the ground, her eyes a little confused.

"They must be warm now. I can't tolerate it, I can't tolerate it!" Yu Dihuan grabbed one of the handrails and tried hard until the knuckles turned white.

The next moment, her pupils suddenly contracted rapidly, and the originally solid Huanghuali wooden chair was crushed by her.

Xier trembled, afraid that the next moment, the one who was crushed was her limbs.

She stepped back with all her strength, but Yu Dihuan smiled coldly, "I can't let the surrender. Do you think it's quiet like this? I won't let the place be quiet!"

After saying that, she walked to the oil lamp and smiled sinisterly at the flashing oil lamp.

Xier had a bad premonition. Her eyes, which were originally confused but without focal length, suddenly widened. Before she could scream, the oil lamp was pushed down on the table by Yu Dihuan.

The beautiful tablecloth burned in an instant.

With the charcoal stove next to it, the flames became bigger and bigger, and thick smoke suddenly filled the room.

Xier shouted tremblingly, "It's gone, it's gone..."

Yu Diehuan walked towards her, step by step, like the god of death.

Xier saw the terrifying face of the feathered Huan in the flames and screamed in fear, "Miss, please, please let me out."
Chapter completed!