Then, she snatched the second can from his hand and downed it just like water.
...
This ti, when she again took sothing from his hand, her palm was filled with warmth, she raised her hand to continue pouring, but ended up gulping down a big mouthful of hot milk—it turned out, this ti, it was milk in his hand.
"Ha..." She looked at the milk in her hand and burst into laughter, "Leng Zimo, how strange, this drink is hot..."
"Idiot, that’s milk!" he gently reminded.
"I really am an idiot!" Luo Xiaoqian leaned against the wall, "No, I’m not an idiot. Xu Xia once said, ’Who hasn’t been a young fool, loved a couple of jerks’, I’m that fool... Leng Zimo, you’re the idiot, you actually paid three million for a fool..."
Leng Zimo didn’t respond but just reached out, ruffled her hair, pulled her over, and locked her in his arms, dragging her towards the bottom of the wall, "Let’s go back!"
"I don’t want to!" She forcefully shook off his arm, "I haven’t taken a picture yet, take a picture of ..."
She staggered to the wall, stretched out her right hand, intending to make a V sign, but vaguely extended just her middle finger.
"Hurry up and take it!" she urged, slurping her words.
Leng Zimo frowned but still took out his phone from his pocket and took a photo for her.
"Let see!" She walked over, stumbled, and fell against him, leaning on his hand to look at the photo in the phone, and then burst out laughing, "Leng Zimo, look at her, so silly..."
"Enough!" Leng Zimo snatched the phone from her hand, stretched out his arm to pick her up across his arms, and carried her down the hill.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, hand pinching his ear, "Leng Zimo, do you know how to sing ’Huo Yuanjia’? When I was a child, my dad always said he would sing ’Huo Yuanjia’ to on the Great Wall... The Great Wall forever... unyielding..."
"Stop singing, it’s awful!"
"Nonsense, you are the tone-deaf king, my mom told long ago, you can’t sing a single note right!"
"I’m not your dad!"
"Then who are you?"
"Leng Zimo!"
"Who is Leng Zimo?"
"!"
"Who am I?"
"You are Luo Xiaoqian!"
...
After putting her into the car and fastening her seat belt, Leng Zimo slamd the car door shut and quickly drove out of the scenic area.
He must have been bored out of his mind to bring her here in the middle of the night. She was crazy, and he was crazy with her!
Midway through the drive, Luo Xiaoqian suddenly sat up straight, raised her hands to cover her mouth. Noticing her discomfort, Leng Zimo promptly stopped the car, pulled her outside the door, but before he could let go, she was already unable to control herself and vomited.
Both of them ended up covered in filth.
"Damn it!" Leng Zimo frowned, helped her back into the car after she finished vomiting, "From now on, you’re not allowed to drink a drop of alcohol again!"
Clearly, she had no tolerance for liquor, yet every ti she drank herself into a stupor!
He took her back to his nearby villa and directly parked the car in the garage, carelessly stripping off his dirty shirt and pants and throwing them in the garage, then pulled her out of the car and unceremoniously stripped off her dirty clothes.
"Don’t touch !" Luo Xiaoqian scread, pushing him away, trying to flee.
The shadow Lu Hao left lingered in her subconscious, and although she was drunk at the mont, her instinct for self-protection was still intact.
Fearing she would fall, he rushed forward, picked her up across his arms once more.
"Let go, don’t touch ..."
She yelled, struggling, kicking him, hitting him, biting him...
User Comments
0 comments from readers