Chapter 1095 Warning, too much sweetness (40)
Song Naichao lowered his head, smelled the taste on Jiang Tang's mouth, and spoke lightly.
"I just came here not long ago, so I took her back first."
Just like that, under the shocked eyes of a row of people, Song Naichao squatted down, carried Jiang Tang on his back, and walked down the sidewalk to the parking lot.
Suddenly, Jiang Tang moved strangely on his back.
Female guest: "Ah Jiang Tang vomited, what should I do?"
Male singer: "Want to go up and help?"
An Chen: "Goodbye, Mr. Song should be able to solve it."
Song Naichao, who was on the other side, felt the heat coming from his head. His whole body stiffened, and blood rushed up to his forehead.
Damn it, if I had known he shouldn't have eaten a few days ago!
After meeting again more than ten days apart, he seemed a little disgusted with having this woman on his back.
The man walked silently to the parking lot with a sullen face, as if he was carrying a pack of biological bombs, and then the two of them disappeared into the darkness.
In just the blink of an eye, the scene in front of him changed from a dark parking lot to a bright and warm living room.
Jiang Tang was a little embarrassed and stretched out his hand to rub the man's curly hair randomly.
Then, originally it was only my hair that suffered, but now it’s all over my face.
Song Naichao lived for more than 800 years and had never been exposed to this kind of thing since he was born.
The man was a mysophobic, and now he was covered in vomit all over his head and body, and he almost died on the spot.
"Chaochao. Chaochao, come and talk to me."
With a sullen face and pursed lips, the man resisted throwing Jiang Tang out. He walked towards the bathroom, squatted down and put her into the bathtub.
Jiang Tang pulled the bathtub, his little white face turned red from the cold, his beautiful big eyes flickering, staring at Song Naichao's face.
"Can you wash it yourself?"
The man asked, and then after a second, without waiting for Jiang Tang to answer, he added another sentence.
"You definitely can't do it when you're so drunk."
So he turned on the hot water valve, and the warm and comfortable water poured down Jiang Tang's hair, quickly making her clothes wet. "Take it off yourself."
He looked at Jiang Tang's clothes. The black sweatshirt turned even darker when exposed to water, and he couldn't see what was inside.
The man repeated his old tricks, then sighed.
"You're so drunk and you still need me to help you."
Jiang Tang was indeed very drunk. He let Song Naichao do whatever he wanted, staring at him with his big, watery eyes the whole time. His look made the man's heart become more and more eager to try.
He looked at Jiang Tang, kissed her, and raised his red lips.
"You vomited all over me, do you know?"
"Yeah."
"It's very cold. I also want to take a shower."
"Yeah."
"There is only one bathtub in the house and it is very big."
"Yeah."
It was a rare sight in a hundred years to see such an expression on her face. In the past, Jiang Tang always looked calm and calm, and there was no trace of lust in his eyes.
Song Naichao has always been confident in his appearance.
But Jiang Tang's reactions always undermined his self-confidence. Why didn't she react when he lay beside her bed? Why did she let him rub her shoulders all night when a man and a woman were alone in the same room?
Why?
That self who is full of stupidity is not easy to push down because he is not delicate and soft?
The two personalities share the same memory and the same emotion, and he can feel the lost heart of the fool.
Likewise, he was affected and began to wonder if his appearance was outdated.
After all these random thoughts, Song Naichao felt a little uncomfortable.
Looking at the drunken Jiang Tang in front of him, he naturally vented his inner embarrassment, stretched out his hand to her face, rubbed and pinched it.
(End of chapter)