NOVPUBChapter 110: 110, A Dream, Playfulness Arises
Chapter 110: 110, A Dream, Playfulness Arises
When Shi Yuhuan entered, Song Qinghuan was already asleep, her sleeping posture wasn’t peaceful or innocent, but simply strange.
This was Shi Yuhuan’s opinion, which was not overly harsh.
He seemingly looked down upon her, but couldn’t help but sit down beside the bed, propping up his head single-handedly as he quietly watched Song Qinghuan.
Her face was indeed unattractive. She looked unattractive already, so why did she have to sleep with her mouth slightly open?
What if a fly flew in?
With this thought, he couldn’t help but lightly touch her lips with his finger. They were very soft.
Seemingly thinking that there was something delicious, Song Qinghuan stretched out her tongue and licked it.
Shi Yuhuan felt a shock through his finger, like he had been lightly electrocuted, sending a strong, tingling sensation through him.
He looked down at her peculiarly, then tapped lightly on her nose with his finger.
Song Qinghuan suddenly furrowed her brows, muttering, “Scoundrel….”
Shi Yuhuan thought Song Qinghuan was waking up, but saw her continue to close her eyes, murmuring, “Shi Yuhuan, you big scoundrel, you nasty rascal, always bullying me, I’ll kill you…..”
She was even cursing him in her sleep, and dreaming about hitting him?
Shi Yuhuan’s lips twitched uncontrollably, his dark eyes narrowing. Cursing was punishable. 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝘱𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Suddenly playful, his eyes, so beautiful they could make one lose their breath, emitted a wicked glow.
He rose and suddenly left the bedroom, but soon returned, one hand holding a bottle of vodka, the other a glass.
He poured a large glass of alcohol, took a big gulp, and forcefully kissed Song Qinghuan’s lips, pouring the alcohol into her mouth…..
The cold and spicy feeling spread through her chest. Song Qinghuan was awakened by the smell of the alcohol, her eyes opened in a daze, and she saw the handsome face of Shi Yuhuan..
However, she did not push him away, nor did she move. She thought she was dreaming and simply scolded, “You scoundrel, you low and shameless scoundrel!”
Moreover, she was really tired. When she was sleeping soundly, it seemed as long as she didn’t want to wake up, she really couldn’t.
Most importantly, she had locked the door before going to bed, so she was particularly reassured, convinced that Shi Yuhuan wouldn’t be in the room.
Shi Yuhuan, feeling bored, sat on the sofa, then slowly sipped the vodka from his glass; he probably consumed less in ten sips than Song Qinghuan had in that one gulp.
Vodka, the strongest alcohol.
For someone like Song Qinghuan, who doesn’t drink, that one gulp was enough to knock her out.
As expected, not long after, the soundly sleeping Song Qinghuan suddenly sat up from the bed. First she stared blankly at Shi Yuhuan, then she started giggling foolishly.
