Chapter 586: i'm not drunk

Chapter 586 I am not drunk

It was almost the distance between the tip of the nose touching the tip of the nose, and the kiss could be reached by lowering the head, and the ambiguous breathing of the two of them was entangled together.

Murong Qiao stared at Huo Yichen without blinking, and then suddenly choked out a sentence after a long while.

"You are so pretty."

Huo Yichen waited for a long time, but when he heard this sentence, he couldn't help laughing, but considering that Murong Qiao could only go to bed after packing up, he became serious again.

While he was still thinking about how to make Murong Qiao behave and go to sleep, he started to be dishonest again.

The hand that was holding onto the hem of his clothes climbed up at some point and moved toward the collar. Murong Qiao gradually straightened up and wanted to face Huo Yichen directly, but he couldn't use his strength, so he had to half cling to Huo Yichen.

She seemed to be lying in Huo Yichen's arms, holding his face with both hands and exerting a slight force.

"Why, don't you look at me?" Murong Qiao asked suspiciously, tilting his head after a pause.

As she asked, she held Huo Yichen's face, trying to meet his gaze.

It is well known that drunk people are unreasonable.

Huo Yichen had no intention of saying anything to Murong Qiao, so he had to follow her movements, but Murong Qiao was such a small person, lying in front of him and seemed to be nestled in his arms, Huo Yichen turned his head and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the collar Next is a beautiful snow-white landscape.

The white color is so dazzling that it is hard to forget even just by looking at it.

Huo Yichen couldn't help but see that gully in his mind, and then hurriedly looked away to suppress the restlessness in his heart.

But this made Murong Qiao unhappy.

Seeing that Huo Yichen didn't want to look at her, she pursed her lips and was about to move closer to look at her.

"Qiao Qiao..." Huo Yichen called her helplessly.

But Murong Qiao felt rebellious at this moment, and insisted on looking at Huo Yichen. Seeing that the other party kept avoiding him, he increased his strength angrily, pulled the collar and turned over, and then switched places with Huo Yichen.

She rode condescendingly on Huo Yichen, very satisfied with the angle she looked down at, and finally saw the helpless look on Huo Yichen's face.

In this way, it became Huo Yichen's sweet torture.

The white and hot body was pressed against his waist and abdomen. Seeing that Murong Qiao, who was only wearing a bottoming suspender as a lining, was precarious, Huo Yichen had no choice but to restrain his hands and put his hands on the other's waist, so as not to let her fall.

But the soft touch from his hand made his attention drift away involuntarily, which made Huo Yichen feel even more headache.

"You are drunk, Qiao Qiao." Huo Yichen reminded her, trying to wake up a drunk person's reason.

If he could say that he could restrain himself just now, but now such an intimate contact, Huo Yichen feels his body is agitated, he really has no confidence in himself.

Murong Qiao frowned, and refuted him solemnly. "I drink fruit juice, so I won't get drunk."

"I'm not drunk." Murong Qiao emphasized again.

She bent down and took the initiative to kiss Huo Yichen.

Get closer, the taste of the fruit wine is extraordinarily sweet and rich, with a bit of mellow aroma and bewitching feeling, slowly enveloping Huo Yichen, trying to let him taste it too.

After drinking, Murong Qiao was extraordinarily daring, and even dared to seduce him, and even squinted his eyes and boldly looked at him happily.

Huo Yichen's breathing suddenly became heavy, and the hand that was restrained on the waist raised his fingertips and moved slightly upwards.

At this moment, the bedroom seems to be filled with ambiguity, even a little breathing is full of heat, and even the thoughts in the body are restless.

The thread called rationality in Huo Yichen's mind was so tight that he was provoked almost every moment.

Just when he felt that the wire was about to break, the mobile phone on the bedside table vibrated suddenly, which brought back Huo Yichen's thoughts about going out of line.

Hearing the ringtone was a phone call, Huo Yichen heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to get up to get it, when Murong Qiao took the phone and swiped it to end the disturbing ringtone.

"It's so annoying." Murong Qiao hung up without even looking at it.

Holding her hands across Huo Yichen's chest, she looked at Huo Yichen's collarbone in a lying posture, and suddenly felt that it was very beautiful, so she bit it.

Biting a bit hard, Huo Yichen felt the pain coming from his chest, but he didn't even frown. Instead, he protected the other party from being tilted so that he could fall under the bed.

As a result, after this, there was no movement.

After feeling that Murong Qiao lying on his body suddenly became extremely quiet, Huo Yichen looked down and found that the other party was asleep, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

It’s good to sleep.

Fortunately, nothing happened. Looking at Murong Qiao who was asleep, Huo Yichen finally breathed a sigh of relief, and ended the night with difficulty.

Having been tossed about like this, Huo Yichen didn't have the energy to do anything else, so he simply settled down with Murong Qiao, and slept next to him, so he could watch over people all the time to avoid any further situations.

The night gradually deepened, and the time passed and it was approaching twelve o'clock.

Except for Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen who left early and returned to the room, the others are almost ready to go to bed after eating.

Alcohol is so charming that it can even disrupt the biological clock that people have long been accustomed to.

Wait until the next morning, when Murong Qiao opened his eyes, he was hit by a hangover headache, and his whole body was blinded.

She blankly glanced at the clock showing twelve o'clock, not knowing what year it was.

After a while, the gradually waking brain finally sorted out his thoughts, which allowed Murong Qiao to wake up and at the same time brought back the memories of last night.

"Hiss—" Murong Qiao took a breath, and suddenly felt that he was about to explode.

Murong Qiao felt his face burn when he thought of the extraordinarily daring and suffocating operations he had done last night.

The point is that she doesn't want to recall at all, but the images in her mind are played in turn, reminding herself of what good things she has done.

"Are you awake?" Huo Yichen pushed the door lightly and came in, and found that she was more casual after waking up.

Seeing Murong Qiao covering her head, Huo Yichen frowned, and put the hot milk in her hand.

"Head hurts? Or is it uncomfortable?"

Huo Yichen sat next to her uneasy, "I don't know who bought the wine last night, maybe it was the wrong one."

"It's okay, it's okay." Murong Qiao shook his head like a rattle.

Last night another protagonist was sitting in front of her, and Murong Qiao didn't even have the courage to say what she had just recalled.

"I asked for leave from the show, don't worry." Huo Yichen added.

Drunk like that last night, Huo Yichen didn't plan to get up to record the show, so he sent a message directly to Yuan Qing.

No wonder she didn't wake up until twelve o'clock...

Murong Qiao reached out to rub his forehead, but Huo Yichen took over this action first.

Huo Yichen helped her rub her forehead seriously, "If you feel uncomfortable, just lie down obediently, we don't need us for today's program recording."

"I'll go to the living room to deal with the company's affairs later, just call me if you need anything."

After Huo Yichen finished speaking, he rubbed Murong Qiao's forehead for a while, and after making sure that she had nothing uncomfortable, he went to the living room.

I have to admit that Huo Yichen's departure made her relax a bit.

Murong Qiao was still a little immersed in the embarrassment of last night, but his thoughts were interrupted by the sudden ringing of the phone.

It was Jiang Chilai's call.