The drunk Qiao Luo is completely different from the usual, arrogant and domineering.

She struggled restlessly, “Where to go?”

Long Beijue accelerated two steps, "on the window."

After entering the house, Qiao Luo jumped directly from Long Beijue's arms.

During this period, the slippers fell off, and she ignored them and walked barefoot on the ground.

I was so drunk that I was confused and walked smoothly.

She pushed open the window with her palm, stepped on the windowsill, and made a gesture to climb up.

After picking up the slippers, Long Beijue looked up and saw this scene, and walked over quickly.

He grabbed her hand and hugged her out of the window.

"Luo, be obedient and sleep well. Will we look at the stars tomorrow?"

"No, there are no stars tomorrow, I want to see now." Qiao Luo struggled in his arms, raised his head and glared at him, his eyes filled with misty expression.

She grinned at him, "If you don't let go, I'll bite you."

Long Beijue laughed softly and said, "Yeah, I'll bite you."

The doting words fell on Qiao Luo and were forcibly broken up as provocative.

She grabbed his collar and lowered her head to his shoulder.

With a mouthful of "Aowu", my teeth almost collapsed.

Qiao Luo narrowed his eyes in pain, and water vapor appeared in the corners of his eyes.

toothache.

The faint sting on his shoulder was almost no pain or itchy for Long Beijue.

He looked down at the person in his arms, and saw her covering her mouth, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up.

"Don't bite?"

Qiao Luo raised his head, his eyes were filled with mist, and he said aggrievedly, "Toothache."

Long Beijue couldn't help laughing, and turned around and sat on the sofa holding her.

"Let me see." He pulled down her hand and stroked the corner of her mouth.

"Does it still hurt?"

Leaning in his arms, sleepiness gradually surged up, Qiao Luo raised his head and grinned.

The childish smile, innocent and straightforward, fascinated Long Beijue's eyes.

She reached out to hook his neck and approached her, pressing her red lips against his thin lips.

With a loud bang, Long Beijue stood there in his place, his mind blank.

"This will not hurt." Qiao Luo leaned back and laughed.

Long Beijue came to his senses, his eyes suddenly turned deeper, and his arms around her waist kept tightening.

"I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep." Qiao Luo rubbed his eyes, buried his little face in his chest, his voice soft and "sleepy."

The hair rubbed against his jaw, and Long Beijue's Adam's apple moved slightly, raised his hand and touched her head, "Can you sleep well if you are sleepy?"

Qiao Luo nodded in his nasal voice, slipped out of his arms, and then grabbed his hand, "It's black inside, together."

Xufu's steps staggered, and Long Beijue wrapped his arms around her so that she would not fall.

Walking to the edge of the bed, Qiao Luo let go of his hand and fell on the bed.

She rolled back and forth on the quilt, and then rolled to the edge of the bed.

The cold little hand grabbed Long Beijue's hand, drunk and cute, "I want to hug you."

Long Beijue's eyes were dark and dark, which was what she had made herself request.

"good."

He responded, and took off his shoes, lifted the quilt and lay down.

The next moment, the woman's thin figure automatically rolled into his arms and buried her head in his neck.

The snuggling posture is like a lazy Persian cat.

Long Beijue looked at the curled up ball in his arms and smiled hoarsely.

Sometimes wine is not a bad thing.

It seems that she must not drink casually outside in the future, he must be there to drink.

After a while, the person in his arms fell asleep and his steady breathing echoed in his ears.

Long Beijue touched her head, lowered his head and pecked her forehead lightly.
Chapter completed!