Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Zhuge Qinuo was too lazy to pay attention to him and continued to observe.

Mi Bei: "How long do you want to watch?"

She instantly understood what he was teasing, and instead of following his words, she lowered her head and picked him up with difficulty: "Go back quickly!"

Mi Bei leaned against her, took a deep breath and felt the fragrance of her hair. He couldn't help but hugged her tighter with the strength he could control.

But these few points were barely noticeable to Zhuge Qinuo.

"You're blushing." Mi Bei, who was helped up, whispered in her ear.

"Blushing? How is that possible!" She would rather believe that it was Mi Bei's teasing than believing that she was blushing. This also made her more determined to deal with this person quickly.

Because, although she was sure that she would not blush, she clearly felt that the breath of Mi Bei's words was like countless small insects, entering her body from her ears and wandering around her body. The weakness in her limbs began to increase, and the dizziness became more and more intense. She knew that she would not be able to hold on any longer.

With the remaining sanity and strength she had, she already knew what to do - take Mibei back to her room, and she would have to sleep on the sofa again!

It's better for two people to get drunk in the same hotel room than on the street.

Adjust your breathing and try to keep yourself awake. Zhuge Qinuo has a mission, and he must bring the two back to the hotel safely.

Indeed, Mi Bei was very thin, but he was also a tall man of 180cm. After helping him walk for a while, she had consumed a lot of her energy and felt her limbs were weak, she was sweating profusely, and she was hot and uncomfortable.

Fortunately, he could still walk by himself, so in order to avoid being too obvious, she chose the back door which was 5 to meters away. Of course, she might regret this decision in minutes.

If Mi Bei was still a little conscious just now, then he was quickly losing all consciousness.

Walking into the back door elevator, at the moment the elevator door closed, he held her down and pressed his forehead against hers: "Tell me, am I suitable to be a boyfriend?"

The breath in front of Zhuge Qinuo was his breath, still the smell of alcohol accompanied by his perfume.

She didn't want to argue with him about why he asked such a nonsensical question, she just wanted to quickly end this awkward conversation.

"Whether he's suitable or not depends not only on you, but also on whose boyfriend you are," she replied.

"What about yours?" Mi Bei didn't seem to care how she would answer, but continued to ask: "Sister, the young girls are very fragrant now. Do you want to..."

Zhuge Qinuo knew that almost every public area in a hotel like this would be covered by surveillance cameras. She really didn't want to play out a real-life idol drama in real time on other people's screens. She also knew that this boy would say something dishonest if he continued talking, and she also knew that she was dizzy to the limit.

She held up his face and said, "Hey, kid, you know we need to press the elevator now and go back to the room, do you understand? I'm almost exhausted, so be obedient!"

"Let's go back to our room? Let's go back to the room?" He suddenly seemed to wake up, his eyes were hazy, and he smiled crookedly. Then he immediately untied the restraints and hugged Zhuge with one hand, "Okay, let's go back to the room."

If it weren't for the fact that he was handsome and still a child, and Zhuge Qinuo knew clearly what kind of person she was and how to behave, otherwise, facing such a horny boy, she would have kept her distance from him and might even have slapped him twice to wake him up.

She moved his hand away and the two of them stood side by side against the elevator.

But even standing there, she felt empty. It seemed that it was not only Mi Bei who needed to be rescued, but also herself. She breathed deeply, deeply, but something was slowly engulfing her consciousness. She couldn't hold it back. Watching the elevator numbers slowly rolling, she told herself to hold on, hold on, and hold on a little longer.

but……

She only needed to turn her face slightly to see Mi Bei next to her and his plump lips.

She couldn't help but get closer. Her eyes were about to close, but her heartbeat was accelerating. In her mind, he was getting closer to her, his lips were slowly covering hers. She wanted to refuse, but she felt that she couldn't raise her hands, so she could only use her head to block him.

But when he came to his senses, he saw that it was her head resting on Mibei's shoulder. He did not refuse, but protected her head with his hands.

Zhuge Qinuo shook his head and took a deep breath, but he could no longer distinguish between fantasy and reality.

She was grateful for everything he had done for her. All she could think of was the warmth of his hands on her face, the touch of his palms on her arms, his kiss with wine, and the warmth and heartbeat of his arms as he held her tightly.

Mibei's scent slowly became clearer in her senses.

It's not impossible to pledge her body to him. This thought made her unable to help but use a lot of effort to put her arms around his waist.

Mi Bei only felt a tingling sensation. He didn't lose his memory. He felt dizzy and had a headache, which was true, but it didn't reach the point of losing his memory. He just used the alcohol to act like a spoiled child to Zhuge Qinuo, expressing his dissatisfaction with her for going to the bar with others without telling him.

Before he could figure out more, Zhuge Qinuo's face was already close to his chest: "I feel dizzy. Let's go quickly."

She was still struggling between sobriety and intoxication.

Zhuge Qinuo's current state gave Mi Bei a start. He believed that she would not pretend: "Zhuge, what's wrong with you?"

"Ding" Almost at the same time, the elevator reached the floor.

Zhuge Qinuo had no intention of leaving, but began to entwine around him restlessly like a snake.

Mi Bei concluded that something must be wrong! Without caring too much, he gritted his teeth and picked her up.

They were closer, her arms were around his neck, her face was gently rubbing against his shoulder, her hands were dishonestly teasing the back of his neck.

Now it was Mi Bei's turn to take a deep breath: "Zhuge, what's wrong with you?"

He swiped his card, opened the door, and closed it. His movements were smooth and flowing. But in fact, he could also feel the effects of the alcohol coming on.

He himself couldn't walk steadily, and after reaching the room, he relaxed a little and began to stagger. He carried her through the living room of the suite, and finally walked into the bedroom, where he put her on the bed as gently as possible.

"Hmm!" Zhuge Qinuo moaned.

Mi Bei's heart was moved and his Adam's apple rolled.

"Zhuge Qinuo, you're here and safe. You can let go." He remained calm.

Zhuge Qinuo had his hands around Mi Bei's neck and refused to let go.

"No!" Zhuge Qinuo uttered two words softly, and in Mi Bei's ears, her cuteness was filled with infinite desire.

Mi Bei exerted his composure as an upright person and forcefully broke free from Zhuge Qinuo's hand: "Calm down."

He couldn't tell who he was talking to, her or himself.

But he was reluctant to leave, and chose to sit quietly beside her. He supported his head with one hand and used the other hand to push the hair off her forehead: "You've drunk too much."

The scent of the masculine perfume on his fingers lingered into Zhuge Qinuo's nostrils, calling out to every cell in her body.

She grabbed his hand: "Don't go!"

"Okay, I won't leave. Just go to sleep." Mi Bei responded gently.

This time the roles were finally reversed, and Zhuge Qinuo was the one who got drunk and was coaxed.