Good Morning, Dear

The carotid artery, beating, beating hard under her fingertips!

The skin, warm and soft, releases vitality and elasticity under her fingertips!

don't worry!

He's still alive!

Cheng Qingyao breathed a sigh of relief and called to tell Zhao's mother the good news: "I found it. In the wedding room, aunt and uncle come and pick him up!"

Zhao's mother wept with joy: "how could this child hide there? I went there this morning and didn't see him! This child is really good. If it's all right, it's all right. Thank you, Yao Yao."

Zhao's mother was so happy that she didn't answer her question. Cheng Qingyao had to say again: "aunt, he's very drunk. He can't wake up. You and your uncle come to pick him up, or call a young man to help."

"No, no, no, Yao Yao, you don't know. He's upset and certainly doesn't want to see us. It's estimated that there will be a lot of trouble when he sees us. Please help me send him back and we'll wait for you at home, OK?"

Cheng Qingyao hesitated, not no, but Zhao Bin was so big and drunk that she couldn't move alone.

Zhao's mother said, "it's all right. Wait until he wakes up. When he wakes up, you'll send him back. Now people find time, and we won't worry. When he wakes up, he'll go by himself. You just have to come back with him."

Cheng Qingyao refused and couldn't refuse. After repeated several times, she had to bite the bullet and accept it. She shook Zhao Bin's clothes and said, "wake up, Zhao Bin, wake up."

Zhao Bin lay motionless on the bed, as if he were dead and not buried. He didn't know the height of the earth.

Cheng Qingyao then shook it for a long time. It didn't work, so she thought about getting a piece of cloth wet and wiping his face. Xu Shi's water was cool and had a sobering effect. Xu Shi Zhao Bin had enough sleep. He soon opened his eyes.

Keep your eyes on her!

She was in front of her, far and near, clear and vague, like real and illusion. It must be an illusion. He can always see her like this these days. She didn't dare touch it because she didn't like it.

He won't touch!

He doesn't ask for anything now, as long as she comes back and marries him!

Don't say to quit marriage, don't say to break up. He can't live without her. He can't... what is love? It's poison. If it doesn't die, he has to feel bad every day... He feels bad, looks at her and smiles at her bitterly: "Yao Yao..."

"Wake up?" Cheng Qingyao saw that he opened his eyes, but dared not touch him. He stood by the bed and carefully determined what his situation was now. He said he was drunk and his eyes could chase her all the time. When he said he was sober, he looked drunk again.

If she asks, he won't answer, just keep looking at her!

Seeing the hair in her heart, she couldn't help waving her hand in front of him: "are you awake? Do you know who I am?"

Zhao Bin smiled, full of happiness. There was no sound in the illusion before. Now there is a sound. The sound is still like: "Yao Yao..."

Cheng Qingyao breathed out. He knew who she was. He should not be too far from waking up. He asked, "can you get up? I'll take you home to sleep! There's only one mattress here. If you sleep too hard and don't have a quilt, you'll get sick."

Zhao Bin smiled again. The blurred figure was getting farther and farther away, but the voice was getting closer and closer. It was so close that it was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard. I really want to hug her. I really want to tell her.

He really loves her!

"OK? I'll take you home?"

"Water... Water..."

He wanted to talk, but the brain with excessive alcohol could not organize language, and thirst was the only feeling he could express at this time. Cheng Qingyao heard it and turned to look for water. The new house has almost no furniture. There are cups on the bedside table, but there is no water dispenser or kettle.

Get him tap water?

Drink to vomit, or drink to diarrhea, who is it?

Cheng Qingyao felt inappropriate and turned and ran downstairs to buy mineral water. Zhao Bin watched her disappear little by little, but she was not lost, because these days she is like this, inexplicably appearing and inexplicably disappearing.

Wait a little longer, she'll show up again!

Sure enough, Cheng Qingyao soon appeared in front of him again. She washed the cup, poured mineral water into the cup and handed it to him.

However, he couldn't see the cup in his eyes. He could only see her... She was so beautiful... Wanted to hold it... Just hold it... Just hold it... Zhao Bin moved his desire, raised his hand and stretched it out to her, didn't pick up the water cup, and grabbed her wrist

Cheng Qingyao didn't expect him to do so. He panicked and loosened his hand. The glass fell to the ground and broke in two. She retracted her hand. Instead of retracting, she stimulated Zhao Bin.

Zhao Bin's desire deepened and pulled her over. He was drunk and had great strength. She couldn't control it. She rushed at him in a straight line and fell on him.

Flustered, he turned over and pressed himself before he could get up. He just wanted to hug, but her body was so soft and her breath was so fragrant. He was bewitched, deeply bewitched, not only want to hug, but also want more.

"Yao Yao... I love you... I only love you... No matter who you are with, I don't dislike it... Give it to me... I want you..." Zhao Bin was drunk, so drunk that he had only one desire in his heart. If you can't get her in reality, it's good to be with her in illusion.

Press your lips and kiss her!

Cheng Qingyao wants to kill, and doesn't know how things have become like this? She put her hand over his lips to keep them from kissing. But his lips kissed her hand again. Annoyed, annoyed, and unable to push it away, it pressed on her like a mountain.

"Zhao Bin, let me go, let me go..."

"I want you... I want you..."

Zhao Bin can't distinguish between true and false. He only knows that the more she resists him, the more excited she is. The fighting of strength, the real feeling, he couldn't stop and began to tear her clothes.

Cheng Qingyao tightly protected her clothes and struggled and pushed: "... Let go... Let go... Zhao Bin, I let you go. Do you hear me... Don't touch me, don't touch me..."

She can't give it to him!

Her body is gold!

Even Mo Li, she can't give it!

Push him, push him hard. He sank like a ball of mud and couldn't push it away. She was so anxious that her tears filled her eyes. What should I do? What should I do? Does the disparity of power really make her worse?

Help me!

Gold Lord, help me!

Cheng Qingyao is desperate and struggles hard. But the more he struggled, the more excited he was. The whole person got up and pushed her heavily with a strong bottom. At the same time, he also stretched out his hand to tear her pants: "I want... Give me... I want, I want..."