Chapter 479

When he's satisfied, if she can stay awake, let her go

Mingke took a cold breath and stared at the man who was standing by the bed and unbuttoned his shirt bit by bit. His restlessness was overwhelming.

When he launched a fierce, not to mention in her now this top heavy situation, even if she is energetic, after he tossed, he also don't want to sober up.

He can't do this, he can't send himself out, and then he can't take her seriously.

How could she let him bully her like that?

Looking at him take off his shirt, and then slowly take off his pants, she was angry and uneasy, trying to climb down from the other side of the bed, but at this time, her limbs were weak, and it was difficult to climb over.

She managed to slide down from the other end of the big bed. She supported herself by the side of the bed and stood up with difficulty. When she looked back at him, he was still concentrating on taking off his pants.

Mingke didn't dare to think about it any more. When he got up, he was going to walk to the door. However, his head was so heavy that he just took a few steps. His body was in a flash, and he didn't have time to exclaim. He was about to fall to the ground heavily.

She closed her eyes and waited for the pain to come, but what she ran into was not a hard place, but the night of the northern underworld when she didn't know what came to her afterwards.

He picked her up and threw her back to the soft mattress.

After that, he went to the door, locked the door, and then turned to the bathroom. Before long, the sound of water came from the bathroom where the door was not closed.

Mingke was so dazed that he finally got up again. He climbed down from the bed and rushed to the door unsteadily. But after twisting his hand on the door handle for a long time, he still couldn't open it.

The door is locked, but it can't be opened from inside. It's a broken lock!

She was so angry that she slapped her hand. Instead of hurting others, she took a cold breath.

The little hand is sour and painful, and he can't escape from the room. If he comes out of the North night, will he really toss himself to death?

But why does he bother himself?

Stumble back to the desk, want to open the drawer, looking for the key, but the drawer handle in front of me is always shaking, shaking, even can't grasp.

She had known that she would not drink so much wine. Why did she have to drink several cups of wine? Now, she is still a little conscious, but her limbs are completely out of her control.

So dizzy that she could hardly stand.

In the bathroom, the sound of the tap suddenly stopped. Mingke was scared. She wanted to look back like a thief. But with such a turn back, she was so soft that she fell down on the chair she usually sat in the northern night.

The luxurious chair is big enough, just like a small sofa, whose name can fall in it. The whole body is like falling into the general, soft, and like a gentle and weak cat.

She wanted to get up, but she didn't have much strength. She managed to hold up half of her body. Suddenly, her arm was soft, and the whole person fell back.

When Beiming night comes out with a bath towel, what she sees is her struggling on the chair. Her slender body is constantly trembling. She wants to get up, but she still has no strength.

Too tired to toss, she opened her mouth to breathe, and her chest kept rising and falling, forming a beautiful landscape in his sight.

If this dress is torn off, I don't know what kind of scenery it will be.

He raised his lips, but he didn't immediately go to the shelf to realize what he thought. Instead, he went to the shelf, patiently opened a new bottle of red wine, poured a full glass, and held the goblet in his hand. He leaned against the table, staring at her still struggling.

This appearance is pitiful and pitiful.

"I'm not your man?" He picked the eyebrow, the smile of the corner of the lip is still so good-looking, a drink, scarlet wine stained with two thin lips, like dew stained with flowers, unspeakable charm.

Mingke can't move his eyes. Once he's relaxed, the wine will flow up again.

She shakes her head and knocks herself hard. With a little pain, she makes her consciousness clear for a short time.

Originally, pain can have such good benefits.

She was so happy that she raised her hand to beat herself. Unexpectedly, it was only in the middle of the air. Before she could hit her head, she had already clasped her wrist and pulled her hand back.

"What's good about being sober? It's better to be drunk. " Seeing through her intention, Beiming night smiles and drinks. Suddenly, her big palm falls on her chin and hooks up her small face.

He bowed his head, accurately captured her small mouth, silver teeth in her lip bite.

Mingke is in pain. He opens his mouth subconsciously. The wine in Beiming's mouth is poured into her mouth immediately. He seals her lips and doesn't allow her to spit out the wine. He just seals it all the way. Knowing that she is forced to swallow a mouthful of wine, he lets her go.A wisp of scarlet wine slid down her lips and wet her skirt. He looked down at the red clothes, and the light of his eyes leaped slowly under the light.

"The clothes are dirty. I'll take them off for you." He put the cup on the table at will. He leaned close to her and put his big palm on her collar. Ignoring her resistance, he pulled it on both sides.

Hiss a, name can be on the body that thin coat is immediately divided into two.

She was startled. She grabbed the torn cloth hard and tried to protect her body in a hurry. Beiming night seemed to be addicted to playing. When she protected her left side, he tore her right side. From the clothes, sleeves and neckline, he was very patient. He tore them down bit by bit, which was clearly a good cloth. To him, it was like a fragile white paper, and he tore them apart casually Fracture.

"No, don't! Beiming night! Go away, you go away Mingke was terrified. The whole dress was torn between his slender fingers so that there was no residue left. How powerful the man's fingers were was beyond her imagination.

Looking at the cloth thrown down little by little, she turned pale with fear that she would be torn to pieces like the cloth.

Although he was smiling, the smile was very cold. She knew that he was angry. No, he was angry all the time. From the moment she sat in the arms of Beiming Liancheng, he was already angry.

"Don't do that!" When his long finger fell on her underwear, she immediately cried out in panic: "northern night! No Sir, no, sir Ah

With this exclamation, he pulled down the solid underwear and left it aside