Chapter 311

CEN Qinghe seems to be struggling with Shang Shaocheng. The harder he tries to break, the more she bites. Seeing that her lower lip is almost bitten by himself, he doesn't care about anything else. Instead, he pinches her cheek vigorously.

Where is the strength of a man that a woman can bear? Cen Qinghe only feels a sharp pain in her mandible, which has exceeded the pain brought to her by numbness of her lips. She couldn't bear it. She had to open her mouth.

Shang Shaocheng looked at her bloody lower lip, glared at her eyes, bit her teeth and scolded, "are you crazy?"

CEN Qinghe was pinched and hurt by him, so he reached out to hit him. Shang Shaocheng was beaten several times by her. Her small fist was clenched to death. Her joints were distinct, protruding and hard. His brow was deeply frowned.

He didn't know she was so bad after drinking too much. He held her face in one hand and pressed her arm in the other. He said in a deep voice: "Cen Qinghe, open your eyes for me!"

She was told to open her eyes because she kept them closed.

Just because she couldn't see the great sadness in her eyes, Shang Shaocheng decided that she was just drunk and immoral.

CEN Qinghe's only active left hand is raised to break Shang Shaocheng's right hand holding her face. He doesn't dare to let it go, for fear that she will make another attack. However, she thinks that he is provoking himself, so without saying a word, she curls up her fingers and picks him hard.

"Hissing..." this is the second time that she's been picking him today. Shang Shaocheng is in pain, and her strength is a little smaller, but she doesn't let go.

Free up the other hand, he broke off her fierce hand, and then said with gnashing teeth: "you're powerful..."

She finally got angry with him, so she used a little bit of strength, regardless of her struggle, directly clasped her hands and wrists together and pressed them on her abdomen.

The other hand was still holding her face. He said in a deep voice, "I think you'll be stubborn again?"

CEN Qinghe couldn't play by hand, and he wanted to kick him. Shang Shaocheng took a long step and rode on her. Of course, he didn't completely relax and sit down. Instead, he pushed himself to avoid crushing her.

After a while, cen Qinghe was suppressed from head to toe by shangshao city.

She didn't listen to what shangshaocheng said, only tears gushed out under her thick black eyelashes. He looked at her bright red lips, the bottom of his heart was angry and anxious, thinking which way to play wine crazy? Self harm?

CEN Qinghe asked him to close his mouth. Occasionally, he made a sobbing sound. Shang Shaocheng asked her, "I'll let you go, but can't I bite?"

CEN Qinghe did not answer.

Shang Shaocheng said, "I'll hold you like this. When you wake up, I'll let go."

He did what he said. He pinched her for a minute when she didn't feel soft. Even when someone knocked on the door, he refused to use "don't come in" as a big word.

The earth Kang with firewood burning at the bottom is very warm. It's so warm outside the cushion that it's even a little hot.

Shang Shaocheng tugs at Cen Qinghe for a moment. When he calms down, he finds that he is sweating all over.

He knelt on both sides of her body, carrying four fifths of her weight on his legs. Across a pair of trousers, the heat of the hot Kang made him fidgety.

Then looking down at Cen Qinghe, her sweater rolled up in the random rubbing, revealing a piece of white soft meat on her right waist.

Shang Shaocheng didn't want to think about it, but her high chest, which fluctuated up and down because of strenuous exercise, went up and down under his eyes, and his heart beat and breath were a little disordered.

It was very hot on his body, especially on his forehead and nose. There was a layer of sweat. Shang Shaocheng didn't know whether the dry heat came from the temperature of the hot Kang or the long suppressed irritability at the bottom of his heart.

"Well..." Cen Qinghe suddenly let out an uncomfortable hum, and successfully attracted the attention of Shang Shaocheng.

He looked down at her face as if she wanted to close her mouth.

He said in a deep voice, "yes?"

CEN Qinghe didn't know what he said, but her face was pinched by him. Her mouth didn't close for a long time, and she felt uncomfortable. She instinctively answered.

No matter what she said, shangshao city let go of her hand and almost escaped. It was like stepping down from her body, just as there were some terrible beasts in her body.

After he left, cen Qinghe slowly closed her mouth, didn't open her eyes, and didn't get up. She just turned sideways and curled up her slender body, as if a child had no sense of security, blocking her face with one hand and holding her arm with the other.

Shangshaocheng was sitting on the edge of the kang one meter behind her. He didn't immediately go to coax her because he was calming the restlessness in his heart.

Damn Cen Qinghe, if you don't have much to drink, don't pretend you're not drunk, and you're a little drunk, OK? What's this sudden madness about?

And she's crazy. She's

Shang Shaocheng didn't dare to look back at her. On his beautiful face, he was sweating and drooping slightly. He swallowed without any trace. Long neck on the sexy Adam's apple, followed up and down a roll, he was almost in the heart chanting.

He is not Tang monk, cen Qinghe is not a female goblin, he has seven emotions and six desires, but she accidentally seduced him, but did not know it.

He didn't think about it, or he just pushed it down. Anyway, she likes him too. Why bother each other so much? But this thought just flashed away, not because he didn't dare, but because he didn't want to. He suddenly didn't want to be with her for the first time, which was defined as "drunken promiscuity". He wanted to ask her when she was clear and clear.

With this idea, the desire of shangshao city suddenly fell. Sure enough, people have to have faith and persistence.

Then she turned her head to see Cen Qinghe. Although she still took a puff, it was obvious that her mood had stabilized.

He didn't think much when he looked at her thin white waist because of her sweater. He just reached out to help her pull it down.

Conveniently picked off her arm, he said in a voice: "Hey, make a demon to do enough to hurry up."

CEN Qinghe doesn't move. He just grabs her arm and pulls her from her back to herself to lie flat on the Kang.

CEN Qinghe closed his eyes and his face was wet. He couldn't tell which was tears and which was sweat.

Shang Shaocheng took out the paper towel on the table and helped her wipe her face two times. He muttered, "if you want to escape, you don't have to be so cruel to yourself. If you want to invite you to a meal, you will lose your fortune?"

Then his hand came to her bloody lips.

Frowning deeply, he wiped it gently with a tissue. CEN Qinghe didn't resist, just lay down.

He changed the tissue three times to wipe the blood off her lips. Fortunately, he stopped quickly, otherwise she would have to bite off her lips.

"I don't think you are a dog, or you want to be a rabbit. You are crazy..."

Shang Shaocheng murmurs and scolds her, regardless of whether Cen Qinghe hears it or not.

After working hard for a long time, he cleaned up her face. He was sweating all over his head. The Kang under his buttocks was getting hotter and hotter. Shang Shaocheng felt that he was about to be roasted, so he couldn't sit still. In addition, cen Qinghe's virtue couldn't be disgraced outside. So he put on his shoes, dressed her, and asked the assistant to buy the order. In full view of the public, he took her out.

Looking at the back of the two people as if no one left, a group of salesgirls quickly gathered together to gossip.

"Well? What did you say happened in the room just now? Why did you eat and cry? "

"Didn't you see that woman drink too much? Maybe it's because of something? "

"I don't think it's like making so much noise before. Suddenly there's no sound. I must have let the man cover his mouth."

"That man is so handsome. My mother, I haven't seen such a handsome man for so many years. It's my mother's life..."

"The woman cried when she came here. I don't know what's going on. I can't understand her. Besides, I didn't listen to them before. It didn't seem like a relationship."

"Don't you see that the woman is drinking too much? Where else can the man go? I'll open a room in the hotel. Even if it wasn't the object before, it's estimated that after today, it's not right. "

A group of women get together and chatter, saying everything, but one thing is really right, shangshaocheng does take Cen Qinghe back to the hotel.

She passed away drunk and leaned against him all the way. The driver had no doubt about the relationship between them. When he sent them to Hanting downstairs, he glanced in the rearview mirror and thought that the girl was lucky and her boyfriend was really handsome.

Shang Shaocheng finds the room card from Cen Qinghe's bag and carries her back to the room. When he puts her on the bed, he also sits beside the bed to have a rest.

Looking at her eyelashes blinking, he was not angry. With this amount of alcohol, if she dares to drink too much outside, he will discount her legs.

After a few breaths, Shang Shaocheng got up, helped her take off her shoes and coat, and pulled the quilt to cover her.

It's the first time for Shang Shaocheng to look at her face so recklessly. He raised his hand and touched her face without any scruples. It seems that he has decided that this is his own woman. It's normal to touch her twice.

Although Cen Qinghe didn't make up, his skin was excellent, white and tender, and slippery. The more he felt, the more comfortable he was. The restless fire that he had been hard pressed down before, unconsciously, came up again, and in the blink of an eye, like a vine, climbed all over his body.

Touching the fingertips of her cheek, she felt her throat move gently, and wanted to kiss her lips.

A kiss, a kiss won't do, anyway, for the first time when she was awake.

No, I can't get up with this bow.

Shang Shaocheng knows himself so well that his self-control doesn't seem to be good enough to challenge the limit.

So before he was on the verge of attack, he quickly got up and went out of Cen Qinghe's room, and then took the door with him without hesitation.

With a bang, the door closed behind him. Shangshaocheng is very sorry at the bottom of his heart. He's really torturing himself with a change of face. He reaches out his hand and pushes the door of the next room. It's strange that he can open it.

"Ah..." he sighed.