Chapter 352

"I can..."

Han Zhiyu felt that when she was picked up, her mouth was not clear.

now she couldn't walk in, and she needed he yuanze to help her. But when she was picked up, she wanted to walk on her own, but suddenly she felt dizzy, which made her body soft and lean into his arms.

the confused person was put on the bed

"Uncomfortable..."

Han Zhiyu twists her eyebrows and shakes her head from side to side. She feels a pair of big gentle hands help her pull the quilt. Her hand stops above her chest and doesn't move for a long time.

the curtain has been pulled up to block the moonlight outside. There is only a lamp at the head of the bed in the bedroom. In the hazy light, she seems to see Lu Zhiyu. Her lips hurt, and she blinks her eyes, When she tried to open her eyes, she was blocked by the shadow of leaning down.

then the pain on her lips was gently licked by a piece of softness, as if she was flattering with careful wings.

Han Zhiyu only felt a blank in her head, All her feelings were concentrated on her lips. With the strength of her partner's licking increasing, she could feel something slipping into her mouth and hanging around her tongue.

subconsciously, she shook her head appropriately and resisted, trying to push the intruder like thing out, but she was caught by her partner instead, It was only when she complained about her discomfort that the other side moved away from her destination with forgiveness.

when the piece of wet softness slowly moved from her cheek to the back of her ear, Han Zhiyu's body gradually softened and trembled, Han Zhiyu suddenly felt that half of her body was paralyzed, her whole body passed through a shuddering current, and her mouth also let out a sweet and greasy hum.

she felt that the people on her body were stiff, and then she heard a spoiled laugh in her ear, deep and sweet.

Xu was pleased by her reaction, and the people on her body began to focus their firepower on the skin of her ear, Kissing, licking, and even biting are all careful and pious.

Han Zhiyu suddenly feels that the skin is burned by fire, but the hot feeling flows all over her body along her ears,

makes her feel as if she is in a fire.

the familiar feeling makes Han Zhiyu believe that the man on her body is Lu, Because only he knows his sensitive points, and only he can use this trick to attack his weakness and pull her into the vortex of lust.

"Lu, Lu is the same..."

She is like a dying fish, opening her lips and moving back and forth.

at this moment, he yuanze has completely occupied his brain by lust. With the catalysis of alcohol, he is deeply involved in it.

his lips are close to her greasy skin, like people in the desert have found water and just want to drink a lot to relieve his anxious desire.

What's more, the other party's reaction has given him great encouragement, Make him more committed to finding the second sensitive point.

hearing Han Zhiyu's voice, he yuanze raises his head buried in her neck and looks at Han Zhiyu affectionately.

at this moment, Han Zhiyu's face is flushed because of lust or alcohol. His eyes are slightly narrowed and full of water. It has been chaotic for a long time, There's no such thing as pure and bright.

this unprotected appearance makes he yuanze's heart soften. He bends down and wants to print her lips again.

"so does Lu. No, don't..."

He yuanze put his hands on both sides of Han Zhiyu's head and stopped over her.

"Lu, Lu also..."

However, he yuanze feels that the whole body's emotion has gone away with the word "Lu Yiye" and the darkness of her eyes has disappeared as before.

the warm lights in the whole room are still ambiguous, but he yuanze has got up from Han Zhiyu and watched her side face still drunk,

he reached for her untidy neckline and covered her with a thin blanket.

he watched Han Zhiyu's frown unfold gradually, his short and rapid breathing subsided and he fell asleep.

he yuanze's eyes were filled with intense emotion. Just now Han Zhiyu called Lu's name, It's like a basin of cold water pouring him from head to foot, cold to the bottom of his heart.

the so-called fans in the game, onlookers see clearly, maybe even Han Zhiyu doesn't know how deep her feelings for Lu are.

he yuanze shakes his head with a bitter smile, turns around and leaves

The next morning, Han Zhiyu woke up from a hangover, and her head was still a bit unclear.

she sat up slowly from the bed and pressed her swollen temple.

"Oh -"

sharp pain came from her brain, which brought her dizziness.

the strong dry feeling in her throat made her swallow her saliva, Subconsciously twisted body, thought of the bedside cupboard for water to drinkAfter drinking two glasses of water, her thirst was relieved.

she shook her head and walked out of the bedroom. Then she noticed a bowl of porridge, vegetables and hangover soup on the small wooden table near the window.

last night, because she was in a bad mood, she asked he yuanze to buy her wine, and she was drunk directly.

she was vaguely carried to bed, As for what happened in the back, she didn't remember much.

"he yuanze --"

the room was empty, and no one answered.

Han Zhiyu raised her feet and walked to the small wooden table by the window. There was a small note under the hangover soup, which said, "drink the soup while it's hot, I'm going to the airport."

looking at the hangover soup with hot air, Han Zhiyu knows that he yuanze has not been away for long.

she stares at the bowl of soup thoughtfully, and her mind is full of thoughts.

although her memory of last night is not very real, she seems to mistake he yuanze for Lu yuanze, and then what she has done makes her completely impressionless.

fortunately, when she gets up this morning, There is nothing unusual except headache.

after all, it's so easy to cut off the relationship with Lu, and she hasn't thought about falling in love with other men for the time being, which is why she has been indifferent to rejecting he yuanze.

just as she was wandering, the sound of a whistle came out of the window. It turned out that Ah Wei had come to pick her up.

there was no time to think more, When she got to the villa, she picked up a pot of flower tea and went to fengxueqing's room as usual.

after opening the door, she found that there was no one inside.

she raised her foot and looked at the flower garden at the window, but she saw that fengxueqing was sitting there.

different from before, Feng Xueqing's dress and hair were obviously carefully dressed this time. Her always plain face was also painted with light makeup, and her smile was bright, which further showed her good mood.

in front of her stood a man in a black suit, with Wei'an's tall and straight posture and back to Han Zhiyu.

Han Zhiyu always felt that the figure had an indescribable sense of familiarity, But considering that Feng Xueqing was still waiting for tea, she hurried downstairs.

on the way, two servants whispered and walked by her.

"why did the young master suddenly return to Paris? Don't you usually come at the end of the month? "

"I don't know. Maybe it's because of my work. Anyway, as long as the old lady is happy."

"in other words, although the young master is often not smiling, he is still as handsome as ever."

"how? You are not in the mood of spring now. "

" what are you talking about... "

……

They whispered and walked past Han Zhiyu. Han Zhiyu realized that the man was Feng Xueqing's son.

without doubt, Han Zhiyu continued to carry the flower tea. At the moment, the man's back just blocked Feng Xueqing's sight. They were concentrating on the conversation and didn't notice her.

just when she was going to remind her, The man's familiar voice floated to her ears, and she suddenly felt as if she had been splashed with a basin of ice water from head to foot, frozen in the same place, and almost couldn't hold the flower tea in her hand.