The Young Master is a Girl

  Chapter 510 Sharing the same bed

   "Young master, I swear I didn't see anything."

  The voice was crying and trembling.

  He has survived so many storms and waves before, like the unbeatable Xiaoqiang.

   Are you going to be wiped out now because of a shoe removal?

  Turn his head so that he hasn't had time to see the expression of the person behind him clearly.

   Suddenly, she was pulled into the bed.

boom-

  Following the trend, he also fell on the bed.

  The man's eyes were tightly closed.

  Moveable but natural.

   Instantly.

  Yi Shisan was brought into his arms.

   One second.

   Two seconds.

  Three seconds.

  The surrounding area is very quiet.

  It was so quiet that Yi Shisan could hear his own heartbeat.

  But besides the sound of even breathing.

   There is no other sound.

   "Young Master."

  He raised his head carefully.

   What caught my eye was the appearance of her eyes closed.

"Little Lord."

   shouted softly again.

  But found that there is still no response.

   Could it be that Dongfang Yue didn't wake up at all just now?

  Think about it this way.

  Hand began to carefully break Dongfang Yue's hand that was around her waist.

   didn't work.

  No matter how hard Yi Shisan tried to break Dongfang Yue's hand.

   None of them worked.

  Hands were welded to his waist like steel.

  I can’t move it no matter what.

   "Young Master, Young Master"

  Attempt to wake up the people around you.

   Can respond to him in addition to the sound of breathing or the sound of breathing.

   Shen Yisan knew how much drunk people usually sleep.

   Are you going to sleep like this tonight?

no.

   Absolutely not.

   Once again began to do the dying struggle.

   I don't know if his actions caused Dongfang Yue, who was sleeping soundly, to be dissatisfied.

  The hand that was around his waist was not only not removed.

   On the contrary, Dongfang Yue has an extra leg on her body.

   This truth.

   Yi Shisan's face instantly darkened.

  He didn't expect Dongfang Yue's wine to be so bad.

   Is she treating herself as a pillow?

  Usually when sleeping.

   This action.

  Yi Thirteen is my favourite.

   One leg rests on the pillow.

   "I don't care. Anyway, after waking up tomorrow, it's none of my business. It's your own bad wine."

   It seems to be speaking to Dongfang Yue, and it seems to be defending herself.

  If Dongfang Yue wakes up tomorrow, she will take advantage of herself.

   He will definitely be angry.

  Wrapped in Dongfang Yue's arms, Yi Shisan had no way to turn off the lights.

  The bright light made him very unbearable.

   But even so.

  When drowsiness strikes.

  The eyelids still couldn't support it.

Gradually.

   Still closed.

   An instinctive reaction to light discomfort.

   Let his whole body begin to arch toward Dongfang Yue's arms.

Gradually.

   Another breathing sound is also even.

   Following Yi Shisan's even breathing.

   Another closed eye suddenly opened.

   Eyes are very clear.

   Can't see any drunkenness at all.

   Even if the face is blushing.

  Tonight because of entertainment. Dongfang Yue did drink a lot.

   But that wasn't enough to make her drunk.

   It should be said that it has been so many years.

  She, Dongfang Yue, had never been drunk before.

   Even drunk.

  That's just for others to see.

   Originally planning to go back to the room, she had the idea of ​​playing a prank because she saw the light that was still on.

   It is really strange that the word 'prank' is used on Dongfang Yue.

  She was just curious about how that person would treat her drunken self.

   As soon as such an idea came out.

  The body is also implemented.

  I thought I would spend tonight in that house.

   It was just a surprise that Yi Shisan would carry him back to his room.

  Since my mother died.

   This was the first time she was held in someone's arms.

   This feeling is both familiar and very far away.

   It made her feel a little attached.

   For this kind of thinking.

   She obviously didn't want to be depressed either.

   Lower your eyes.

  Looking straight at the man who was sleeping very sweetly in his arms.

  The eyes became deeper and deeper.

  In this life, their entanglements are countless.

  (end of this chapter)