Beaten just didn't speak for a while, and the drunk Lou Jing became suspicious again. Beaten had to talk to him all the time to prevent him from having the illusion that he was being abducted by a stranger.

Only then was Lou Jing satisfied. He obediently held Beaten's hand and went back to the wedding room with her.

Beaten asked Lou Jing to sit on the bed, and turned around to pour him some tea to sober up, but Lou Jing hooked her neck, holding him tightly.

Beaten bowed her head in cooperation: "Drunk and stupid?"

Lou Jing shook his head, buried himself in Biten's neck, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm not drunk!"

Beaten deliberately used a suspicious tone: "Really? I don't believe it. Drunk people seem to say they're not drunk."

Lou Jing was stupid.

How can he prove that he is "not drunk"?

His stagnant thoughts turned slowly for a while, his face was full of serious contemplation, and finally, he raised his head, and a small kiss fell on the side of Beaten's face.

Beaten squinted, letting him kiss awkwardly.

There was an intoxicating aroma of wine in his kiss, and when he kissed her face, he was almost religious.

The warm and soft scene didn't last long. Beaten quickly broke the piety. She was dissatisfied with this kind of touch, she kissed Lou Jing sideways, clasped the back of his head, bullied herself up, and knocked him down. in bed.

Lou Jing struggled for a while, then indulged in a deeper and deeper kiss.

The clanging sound of closing doors and windows sounded one after another, and it was the ghostly aura overflowing from Beaten who swept out and closed the doors and windows.

Lou Jing's body tensed for a moment because of the sound, but soon, his body relaxed again.

Soon, Beaten's hand rested tentatively on his belt.

Lou Jing didn't push Beaten away, but just reached out and stroked her soft hair, with a default attitude like an invitation in disguise.

Naturally, Beaten wouldn't do anything that she wanted to refuse, so she just pulled his belt and threw it on the ground. The fiery red wedding gown spread out layer by layer. Gifts are generally peeled off bit by bit.

Lou Jing felt a little cold when his skin came into contact with the slightly cold air. He wanted to touch the quilt next to him to wrap his body, but Biten held his hand.

The hot kiss fell.

...

Lou Jing felt that he was ups and downs in the sea. He stretched out his hand to grab something, but he only held his hand full of nothingness. There was no other way. Lou Jing could only cling to the only person on his body that could be grasped.

He was no longer cold, and his whole body became hot, and an indescribable feeling came flooding in, making him understand for the first time that love could be as deep as it is now.

Lou Jing tried his best to suppress the shrill voice in his throat. The little drunkenness had long since dissipated, and he was burned soberly.

However, in fact, he would rather be drunk... Now that he is so uncontrollable, he himself feels ashamed and unfamiliar.

Beaten was too considerate. I don't know when I went to get the wine that was originally used to give him a glass of wine, and gave him a few sips, and he was dizzy again.

Beaten kissed his eyebrows lightly, without showing a look too addicted, she watched Lou Jing carefully, looking at his emotional expression, she suddenly leaned over and took a bite on his shoulder.

"Hmm..." Lou Jing raised his head slightly after being bitten by her, and there was an ambiguous voice between his teeth.

His throat rolled slightly, his fragile neck exposed unsuspectingly, captured by Beatzen.

The crumpled wedding dress hung on the edge of the bed and slowly slid to the ground.

...

late at night.

Lou Jing woke up suddenly, the next second, a pair of hands wrapped around his waist, and a vague voice asked, "What's wrong?"

Lou Jing held down the hand on his waist, groped for her fingers, held them gently, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Am I dreaming..."

He can't see, and sometimes he can't distinguish the illusory and the real, for fear of confusion.

Beaten took his hand to touch the bite mark on his neck and teased, "Ajing, do you still feel like you are dreaming?"

Lou Jing's ears were hot, and he shook his head.

Some perceptions gradually recovered as he woke up, and he gradually realized some unspeakable feelings in his body, and he couldn't help burying himself in the quilt.

But shame is shame, and you should be angry!

Lou Jing emerged from the quilt: "How can you... feed me wine! You just want to..."

He also vaguely remembered that after he was drunk by Beaten again, he was stupid again, and he was coaxed to talk a lot by Beaten wickedly, his hands and feet were numb, and he was almost allowed to play with her.

At the time, he was stunned and didn't feel bad, but now that he recalled a little bit, he felt... It was just too embarrassing!

There was no shame on Beaten's face, and her tone was even quite innocent: "I just wanted you to stop being so nervous..."

Lou Jing: "..."

He silently retreated to doubt life, and didn't want to talk to her.

Under the quilt, Beaten quietly reached out to hook his fingers, Lou Jing was still embarrassed, and grumbled not to let her touch it. Beaten had to withdraw her hand helplessly: "Then I'll pour you a glass of water."

She said, got out of bed and poured a glass of water, but did not go back immediately, but stood in front of the window, opened the window and glanced out.

The Dingtian Mansion, which was hidden in the night, was no longer as lively and festive as it was in the daytime. The gloomy cold wind swirled in the empty courtyard, making a whistling sound like a ghost crying.

She looked fixedly at a certain place, until Lou Jing called her uneasily from behind, and then she put down the window and returned to the bed with a cup.

Lou Jing's anger came and went quickly. After Gululu finished drinking the water, he couldn't help asking Biten, "Palace Master, what were you doing just now?"

Beaten took the water glass and put it aside, hugged him and lay down: "It's so windy outside, I'll see if it's snowing."

"Is it snowing then?"

"No down."

Beaten said: "I guess it will be soon."

Lou Jing responded vaguely, then paused subtly, and then whispered next to Beaten's forehead, "Don't feed me wine next time."

Beaten couldn't agree to this request casually. After all, Lou Jing's drunken welfare was really tempting, so Beaten took care of him and skipped this question skillfully.