Rose of Heaven

90

Lin Jingmo stood up from the sofa. She didn't know what she was going to do. She walked two steps crookedly, her knees hit the stool, and bent down in pain. Her low mood was hit by the pain. She maintained this posture and cried in a daze for a minute before straightening up.

She felt that there was a huge black hole in her heart.

If you are not satisfied, you can't see the margin.

Lin Jingmo shrinted his mouth, aggrieved, sad, at a loss, and most importantly, she was so strange around her

She wants to go home. This is not her home.

Just reply if you say it.

I swayed to the door. As soon as I opened the door, I heard two dogs barking.

Is it stink?

Her dog.

"Stinky? Stinky?" Lin Jingmo swayed with the sound and staggered. She almost fell down again and lay on the door.

"Stinky?"

She called the stinky name anxiously. Inside, the dog barked louder and louder, as if responding to her.

Unexpectedly, the door opened from the inside. Lin Jingmo had no center of gravity at all. SHe leaned her body softly and rushed forward, and was picked up by Zhou Yanzheng, who came to open the door.

The alcoholic gas covered her, together with her soft body like spring mud.

She was only wrapped in a nightgown and didn't wear a bra. Zhou Yanzheng's hand just took it and slid up a palm of the thin cotton cloth.

Her skin is too slippery.

The soft touch under his fingers made Zhou Yanzheng realize where he touched.

"Lin Jingmo, Lin Jingmo." Zhou Yanzheng was short of breath and quickly adjusted the position of his hand, trying to lift her up and stand up.

Lin Jingmo was trapped in a broad and powerful embrace, warm and reliable, and his hasty mood was a little calm. Even the black hole that could swallow all them seemed to be so terrible. After feeling comfortable for a while, he was pulled to leave. She is very wronged. Why did he treat her like this?

She stretched out her hand, and two crisp and tender white arms wrapped around Zhou Yanzheng's waist. It was strong and solid, and it felt very safe. Lin Jingmo also knotted his fingers behind his back. Well, it should not be possible to pull it open this time.

It is difficult for Zhou Yanzheng to describe his current feelings.

He felt that he might also be slightly drunk by the alcohol on her body, and the blood flow was accelerated by the alcohol.

He wanted to move Lin Jingmo's head away from his chest, otherwise, she would definitely hear her heartbeat that had nowhere to escape.

And the kind of obscure dejà vu.

It was completely different from the feeling of blood and killing, but it made him capture almost the same pleasure.

His deep eyes quickly drove away the intoxication that should not appear.

With a cruel heart, Zhou Yanzheng pulled Lin Jingmo's hand away, picked her up and sent her back to her own room in her speechless muttering and complaints.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhou Yanzheng saw a whole box of beer next to the coffee table. Several cans were placed on the coffee table, which seemed to have been finished.

In addition, there is also a mobile phone holder, which is turned aside and there is nothing else.

Is she getting drunk?