Chapter 52： Consequences of drinking fragments

When Ji Feng and they left the Sky Garden Hotel, the whole Lopa had become a shining sea of ​​stars, and the colorful colors showed another beauty.

But it was the night, or else I would be ashamed and annoyed when Moore woke up. Because all the way from the hotel, Moore was hugged and walked out directly by Ji Feng.

Even on the way home by the speed car, Moore was also held in Ji Feng's arms, and Moer was holding his neck obediently, but he still knew that he buried his face in Ji Feng's arms.

Ji Feng directly took Moll back to his new home, new room, and new bed. Speaking of this little drunkard, the wine is still very cute. Not only does he not noisy or drunk crazy, he does not vomit when he is drunk, but he is also good and obedient.

But when Ji Feng put him on the bed, the hand holding Ji Feng's shirt refused to let go, holding it like an insecure child.

"Hey, I'll take off your shoes first." Ji Feng coaxed softly.

"Don't~" Moore whimpered a few times, and simply changed to holding Ji Feng's hand, just like when they first met, Moore had a fever because of the infection of the wound in the bath. Hold Ji Feng's fingers.

Helpless, Ji Feng had no choice but to let him hold on to it. In order to take off his shoes and clothes, Ji Feng had to pick him up again and sit on his lap before taking him off.

It was a bit difficult, and the movements were not skilled enough, and it could even be said to be clumsy. After all, Ji Feng had never taken care of people in this way, but after some tossing, he finally got it right.

Putting people in the quilt again, Ji Feng has a weird illusion that he is taking a child. Moore, who didn't want to have been dizzy and about to fall asleep, woke up again, very excited, holding Ji Feng's arm.

"Dad~" More murmured.

Ji Feng had no choice but to lie in with him.

"Hey, can I sleep with you?"

"Good~"

Moore was content to lie on Ji Feng's body, but his hands still held Ji Feng's waist tightly as if he was afraid of him leaving, and his head found a comfortable position on his chest.

"Dad, good~ Ji Feng..."

Ji Feng couldn't laugh or cry and let him hug him, stroking the head of his chest. Drunk Moore is really softer and more lovely than his hair.

However, Moore still refused to sleep, and soon he raised his head, and his eyes began to look around, as if looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" Ji Feng looked at him with a smile, and simply lay on the bed and let him toss.

"Wine~" Moore lay on his chest and looked at him.

Ji Feng suddenly laughed, "You really are a little drunkard, you said I should let you drink in the future, or not let you drink."

After all, Moore who was drunk was too cute, but he was also too tossing. If he was left alone, he might decide how much he would drink.

"Drink~" Moore replied stupidly, but those eyes were suddenly fixed on Ji Feng, to be precise, on Ji Feng's mouth.

What kind of weird old man is he, who instilled strange thoughts into him while he was drunk? Drinking is equal to kissing...

Talent.

Ji Feng was also stunned by the child's eyes, and then the corners of his lips were curled up with joy, just like a big bad wolf with a sudden playful heart.

"Moore wants to drink, don't you?" Ji Feng asked, pointing to his lips.

"Well, I want to drink." Moore stared at Ji Feng's lips and nodded.

"Then drink it yourself." Ji Feng said.

As expected, Moore's eyes lit up, then his hands were lying on Ji Feng's body, his body was slightly up with his mouth open and he leaned forward, and then he kissed him and stopped moving, his blue eyes were open, and he looked at Ji in a blink of an eye. Closed eyes.

Ji Feng also looked at him, and some uncontrollable things in his body ransacked again, impacting his indestructible self-control over the past three hundred years again and again.

Ji Feng squinted his eyes slightly, always feeling that he might be "lost in the evening."

"Here, Moore." Ji Feng pointed to his cheek, his voice low and confusing.

Moore was an obedient child, and he took another sip at the place where Ji Feng pointed. His lips were so soft that he was as hot as a burning Huo Yin. It could be said that Ji Feng pointed to him and kissed him.

But Moore is not a child after all. He is well-proportioned and beautiful, with a face that is recognized as a male **** by the entire Lopa. At this time, he is drunk and unconsciously exudes an overly seductive atmosphere.

But Ji Feng, the blood/qi/fang Gang's body was hidden, but a heart that had been silent for more than three hundred years suddenly broke out. Once this broke out, it would be out of control.

So Ji Feng's eyes darkened a little bit, and his voice became deeper and deeper, "Who is Moll kissing?"

"Ji Feng~" Moore was still ignorant of someone's change. He didn't call his father again when he saw Ji Feng, and even covered his face embarrassedly and smiled secretly.

Ji Feng was satisfied with his answer, his eyes darkened, but Moore seemed to be addicted to him, no, he was addicted to drinking.

Moore actually took Ji Feng’s face in both hands and took the initiative to kiss him. The most terrible thing is that for the convenience of the kiss or to make his posture/possibility more comfortable, Moore suddenly rolled over and climbed onto Ji Feng with difficulty, he spread/rided on his legs. Sitting on Ji Feng's waist.

As a result, a string that Ji Feng was tense was also a string that had been stretched all night, but it finally broke.

"Little drunkard, you absolutely have to take half the responsibility for this matter." Ji Feng finally said so with a little drunkard who was defenseless against him.

This was definitely Ji Feng's most pleasant night in more than 300 years. He was extremely excited both physically and mentally, and he had never been so pleasant before.

Crazy overnight, even sleep became so sweet.

However, it was not so happy for Moore, it was almost thunderous.

This is the third time that Moore woke up in Ji Feng’s arms, but if the first two times made him feel so embarrassed that he wanted to sew in the ground, this time he felt directly struck by lightning, especially when he opened his eyes. When the eyes were opened, it was someone's healthy and firm chest/chest that slowly became clear, Moore shut himself up on the spot.

However, it was not over yet, and the consciousness gradually became clear in his mind, almost not stimulating/stimulating Moore to insanity.

With hindsight, Moore felt that he was actually nestled in Ji Feng's arms without any deposits, and Ji Feng did the same.

What a terrible situation is this, Moore froze in Ji Feng's arms like a thunderstorm, daring not to move, not daring to move.

Dream, dream...

For several long seconds, Moore's mind was blank, and such an unrealistic idea reverberated in the depths of his heart infinitely.

But reality is reality, the temperature that can be clearly felt, the breath above his head, the heartbeat of Ji Feng, the hand that Ji Feng puts on him, and the feeling of somewhere in his body...as if every cell is telling Moore that this is not a dream , It's not.

At that moment Moore really prayed for time to stand still, and he needed some time to digest what had happened.

He allowed himself to follow Ji Feng to many places, Ji Feng took him to the Hanging Garden Hotel, and then they ate and drank...

correct! Drinking, he started drinking one cup after another, and then he lost control while drinking, but he was obviously a very self-disciplined soldier, and he didn't like to drink, so he had never drunk so much.

later…

Moore racked his brains, but he found that he couldn't remember what happened afterwards and how he got here.

However, apart from this blank memory that was completely fragmented, the painful sensation of hitting the soul somewhere in his body remained in his mind, and then all kinds of crazy pictures of him in a half-dream and half-awake state. The vague, fragmentary picture, but this does not prevent Moore from realizing what it is all about.

He had a relationship with Ji Feng, just when he was drinking the fragments, when he was about to divorce...

Moore was in a mess, and his mind was blank for a while and confused for a while. Shame/shame, annoyance, embarrassment... all kinds of complex emotions are intertwined, and Moll froze there.

At this moment, a mute and magnetic voice came from the top of the head, with a pampering voice.

"Wake up?" Ji Feng held the person in his arms contentedly. He couldn't see Moore's face. He could only stare at the top of his head indulgently. By the way, he habitually stroked his head in an attempt. Smooth his silver hair.

Moore was stiff, didn't dare to look up, and couldn't respond. He didn't know what to do, and he chose to pretend to be dead.

But who is Ji Feng, can he not know that Moore is awake? But Ji Feng knew that Moore was shy, so he just chuckled, and then kissed him on his hair.

"If you're tired, I'll go to sleep later, I'll prepare to eat." Ji Feng said, rubbing Moore's head, and then he was about to get up.

Moore didn’t know how to face Ji Feng at all, so he neither responded nor raised his head from the beginning to the end, but he was originally lying in Ji Feng’s arms, so when Ji Feng got up, he had to hug him halfway before holding him up. Pull out his arm.

But when Ji Feng held him and pulled out his arm and put it back on him, Moore made an uncontrollable "Uh", as if he was pulling in a painful spot.

Not only was the voice hoarse, it was shameful, Moore's eyes widened slightly in disbelief, and he couldn't believe that the voice was actually made by himself.

What followed after the shock was a sense of shame/shame, and unspeakable embarrassment, so Moore silently shrank his head under the quilt at that moment, like a little tortoise poking out. Back in the shell, pretending that no one saw it.

The key is to bury your face in, it's too shameful, too shameful...

Ji Feng naturally heard his tone-shifting whisper, and he was too familiar with this voice after a crazy night, probably hundreds of times more familiar than Moore himself. But his first reaction was not to laugh at him, but hurriedly leaned over and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

It stands to reason that it shouldn’t be. Although Moore was the first time and the greenness is certain, he saw that Moore was really uncomfortable at the time, so he assisted with spiritual power. Afterwards, he also repaired Moore spiritually, and he was unwell. For sure, it's the first time after all, but it shouldn't hurt so much anymore.

I don't want his cute little Moore to have completely shrunk his face into the quilt, leaving only the top of his head for Ji Feng. But Ji Feng was amused by such Moore directly.

"Then you fall asleep obediently, I'll get you some food first," Ji Feng rubbed Moore's only head exposed outside the quilt. "If it still hurts, tell me, OK?"

Ji Feng's voice was flirting and petting, but Moore couldn't wait to shrink himself under the quilt, so he didn't answer at all.

Can he pray that nothing happened last night? No, or the man beside the bed is not Ji Feng, nor is he Moore Horston?

However, the low smile of the man above his head shattered his prayer.

"Really good."

The author has something to say: Elderly Ji: Ah, satisfied.

Moore: It’s a dream, it’s a dream, it’s a dream...that’s not me, it’s not me, it’s not me... (in self-hypnosis)