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Chapter 319
319 Intoxicated
With a slight tilt of his head and a deep gaze, his eyes met with Chi Yi’s hazy and watery eyes in the crowd.
As their eyes met, his pitch-black pupils turned deeper and deeper, like a black hole at the end of the universe, as if it was going to suck her in. In that instant, Chi Yi felt her breathing stop for a few seconds.
After a long time
She walked around the crowd and approached him step by step.
His eyes followed her every step without shifting.
Wherever she went, he would see her, as if he was afraid of losing her.
Finally, she stopped in front of him.
She lowered her head to look at him.
After a long time, she pursed her dry red lips.”Are you drunk?”
She asked.
“Yingluo, yes.”
He nodded in realization.
However, his eyes were fixed on her face the entire time, not leaving for even a moment.
His eyes were bloodshot.
Her heart ached a little. don’t drink so much if you can’t drink! Can you still walk?”
She bent down and asked him with concern.
To her surprise, Chi zuxu reached out and pulled her into his arms.
Chi Yi was taken aback. In the next moment, she subconsciously struggled, but she did not expect that the drunk man would hold her tightly and she could not break free at all.
His head was resting on Chi Yi’s head.
The rich aroma of wine, accompanied by his hot breath, wafted into Chi Yi’s nose, causing her heart to beat faster.
His moist lips were sucking on Chi Yi’s boiling hot little face.
It swam past her cheeks and her chin.
In the end, he simply turned her small face so that she was facing him. Then, he lowered his head and sucked her cherry-like small mouth fiercely.
He kissed her very hard and pa.s.sionately.
It was like a rain after a long drought, and she was eager to relieve the dryness on the tip of her tongue.
Chi Yi was so nervous that her heart felt as if it was about to jump out of her chest. She should have struggled free from him, but she could not muster any strength to resist his pa.s.sionate kiss.
She had always been like this in front of this man, helpless.
Before the battle even started, she was already destined to be the loser!
He’s really drunk, Yingluo.
Moreover, he was quite drunk!
If he wasn’t drunk, why would he kiss her so brazenly in public?
If he wasn’t drunk, the woman in his arms wouldn’t be her at all! It should be that woman called Qin Shuyu, right Yingluo?
At the thought of this, her heart ached. She wanted to break free from him, but in return, he demanded her even more. He did not even give her a chance to breathe.
Chi Yi’s flushed little face turned away with great effort. Only then did she catch her breath. In the next moment, she was once again sealed by his hot and moist lips. Another storm-like, violent, and deep kiss swept towards her.
“Little uncle Yingluo.”
Chi Yi really could not do anything to him when he was drunk.
She pushed him, but he didn’t push her away. In the end, she gave up and let him kiss her as much as he wanted.
Chi zuxu’s scorching hot tongue tickled her red lips over and over again. Her fragrance filled his mouth and blended with the rich wine aroma. The two of them could no longer tell who had whose scent.
In her daze, she felt drunk.
A deep kiss that lasted for an unknown amount of time.
The two people’s hot foreheads were pressed together, and a thin layer of hot sweat was rolling down. Their breaths rose and fell, and each breath was filled with the other’s smell. The ambiguous entanglement confused the two people’s minds.
Chi zuxu squinted his drunken eyes and gazed at Chi Yi across from him. His large, warm, and moist hands cupped her little face. Gently, time after time, slowly, he reluctantly rubbed his soft fingertips against her face. Every action seemed to be a form of Memorial, a kind of carving of a Kasaya.
He wanted to deeply embed this face into his dreams and his mind!
“Let’s go back, Yingluo.”
She requested in a low voice.
Her breathing was uneven, and her cheeks were red, like a drunk person.
“Alright,” he said. He nodded. let’s go home.
