Meng Wanyan said "Oh" and said, "Thank you."

Lu Yanqing: "I'll take you upstairs."

Meng Wanyan stood there without moving. At this time, she looked at him suspiciously, squinted her eyes slightly, as if she was scrutinizing him: "...Do you still want to force me to attack the king?"

Hearing this, Lu Yanqing lowered her eyes and looked at her, confirming that she was still drunk.

He lowered his head and bent his lips: "What are you thinking about in your mind?"

Meng Wanyan snorted calmly, and with the help of alcohol, she became much more courageous. She asked back without being outdone: "How can I not think about the broken things you have done to me?"

I met a few times, but I hugged and hugged her and kissed her forcibly!

Lu Yanqing took off his coat and put it on her, "I was worried about someone taking a secret photo just now."

Meng Wanyan frowned when she heard this, but didn't say anything, and finally didn't refuse.

Meng Wanyan lives on the tenth floor, with two households on each floor. The elevator slowly rises, and the mirror in front of her shows the figures of two people, one tall and one short.

The corridor was pitch black, and Wanyan subconsciously tried the switch, but she didn't respond.

She held her bag, turned on the flashlight of her phone first, and then lowered her head to look for the key inside.

After fiddling for a while, Wanyan simply turned the bag upside down, poured out all the things inside, threw the bag away, and squatted down to find it.

Seeing that she was drunk, Lu Yanqing took the phone from the girl: "I'll help you."

With the light of the flashlight, Meng Wanyan found the key from a messy thing, stood up satisfied, and opened the door directly.

Lu Yanqing bent down and helped her clean up the things that fell on the ground with great effort and put them back into her bags one by one. When he picked up the last packaging box, he paused his fingertips, and there was a faint dark fire in his dark eyes.

"Hurry up."

Wanyan was still waiting for him to return the bag to her, but unexpectedly bumped into those dark eyes.

The man stood up and suddenly grabbed her wrist with a deep voice: "What is this?"

Seeing the box of things that Lu Yanqing was holding, Meng Wanyan slowly raised her eyes and met the pair of frosty eyes. She curled her lips and smiled, "It's a daily necessity."

He stared at her, his eyes never moving at all. Lu Yanqing pinched the condom in his hand. He thought she would have any explanation, but he didn't expect the girl to admit it openly.

All doubts and confusion were stuck in my throat, and the tense string in my head was on the verge of breaking and losing control.

The curve of the corners of Lu Yanqing's lips was dark and cold. He leaned over, and his gentle thin lips were almost pressed against her smooth forehead, and his voice was hoarse and cold: "Do you know, what does a bully mean to arch? "

The man's breath between his lips and teeth was lightly exhaled, with a faint smell of tobacco, penetrated into his nose bit by bit. Wanyan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his heart was beating wildly without control.
Chapter completed!