Chapter 117 Sister, I can’t help it.

Author: Ranmao Sansan

Chapter 117 Sister, I can’t help it.

Chu Lian fainted when he approached him. Mu Zechuan looked at the drunk people on the table, and could only signal Zhou Siyuan to take care of the aftermath, and he would first place Chu Lian.

Zhou Siyuan has a lot of alcohol, and he hasn't drunk much for a long time today. Lin Yu also supported Zhou Qi on the left and Xu Zhixia on the right, looking very tired.

"I understand, Brother Zechuan, please send Sister Lian back, I'll send everyone else."

Zhou Siyuan nodded and stood up to help Lin Yu support Xu Zhixia who was still drinking and talking nonsense.

Mu Zechuan glanced at them and picked Chu Lian up in the waist. It was not as heavy as expected, but it was still very light?

"Why do you eat so many sweets without growing meat?"

Mu Zechuan looked at Chu Lian, who was drowsy in his arms with amused, and his hands tightened a little unconsciously, as if it was the first time he saw her drinking a bar. Was he not prepared for knowing that it was him?

Have you been so intimate that you can completely let go of your own safety?

Walking up the stairs and pushing away the arranged guest room, Mu Zechuan carefully placed her on the soft blue quilt, then gently helped her take off her leather shoes and covered her with a quilt.

"A Lian, do you know that when I was recuperating from Wuzhen, I was thinking of you every moment, every minute, every second. Close my eyes and your mind was filled with your every move. Maybe I was sick, and I missed it like a wave."

Mu Zechuan sat on the edge of the bed, reached out to push away her long hair that was messy on her cheeks, and his fingers depicted the outline he had painted on the drawing paper thousands of times.

Until he couldn't help but pressed it onto the red lips, Mu Zechuan moistened his dry lips, his Adam's apple slid, and his eyes were fixed on Chu Lian's lips.

Under the bright white light, Chu Lian looked more like a sleeping white lotus, making him, the admirer on the shore, unable to help but indulge in and pick.

Mu Zechuan leaned over by a stranger. Just as his lips were about to touch each other, Chu Lian woke up in a daze, his eyes still blurred.

Just when Mu Zechuan thought he was discovered and was about to get up to evacuate, Chu Lian suddenly stretched out his hands and pulled his head down. Mu Zechuan was caught off guard and kissed her lips.

It is softer than imagined, and can clearly smell the fragrance of white camellia and the rich aroma of wine, mixed together.

Mu Zechuan's ear tips were red, and his eyes turned pink, which was the desire that had been suppressed. He slightly staggered his thin lips, and his voice was hoarse: "A Lian, do you know who I am?"

Chu Lian squinted her eyes. Under the influence of alcohol, she still looked at people with a dim image, a little blurred, but she could still distinguish the sound from the breath of cedar.

"Zawakawa, you are Zawakawa."

Chu Lian pinched his face with a smile: "You are the most considerate Mu Zechuan, how could I not recognize you?"

"I feel so dizzy!"

Chu Lian frowned slightly and was dizzy. He had known that he would not have drunk so much alcohol, and he felt that his eyes could not be fully opened and he would never get drunk again.

Hearing Chu Lian say his name in anger, Mu Zechuan's eyes darkened, and finally lust defeated reason. He stretched out his hand to cover Chu Lian's eyes, approached her earlobe, and said gently: "Sister, I'm sorry, I can't control it."

After saying that, she snatched her red lips again and guided the city in a plundering manner. The temperature in the house heated up, and even Crescent Ya hid in the clouds in shame.

"Um...Zawakawa..."
Chapter completed!