After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

Lamia, who originally just wanted to pretend to be drunk, didn't expect that the wine she drank was actually the strongest. After just a few sips, she fell dizzy on the table. Now someone held her head up, and she was still a little confused.

"Tom? You're here. This wine is delicious." Lamia pushed the huge bottle of wine in her hand to Tom in a daze. "Drink it. I saved it for you." She pouted and said vaguely.

Tom's anger vanished as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him.

"Stop drinking, Lamia, and come back with me." Tom pinched Lamia's red little face, feeling helpless.

"No, it's too much fun here, I don't want to go back." Lamia held the bottle of wine and refused to let go, like a spoiled kitten.

Tom's heart softened. "What about me? Are you going to leave me alone?" he said with grievance.

"No, no, you stay here with me." Lamia drowsily hugged Tom's waist and nuzzled into his arms. "I want to drink."

"Okay." Tom sat down and ordered a bottle of the same wine, holding it in his hand, "Want a drink?" He waved the bottle in front of Lamia with a smirk on his face.

"Yes." Lamia stared at the bottle of wine in his hand with her watery eyes without blinking.

"I didn't know you loved drinking so much." Tom had never seen Lamia like this before, and his heart was filled with a strange feeling. He wanted to rub Lamia into his mind and look at her every day.

"If you like, drink it." Lamia stood up and tried to take the bottle away. Tom also stood up, and the distance between them widened. She lost her balance and fell to the ground.

Lamia closed her eyes nervously, but fell into a familiar embrace. She subconsciously squeezed with both hands, still feeling soft and elastic. Lamia buried her head in it comfortably, "I like it so much."

"What do you like?" Tom's voice with hint of pride came from above. His arms locked the girl tightly in his arms, indulging in the fragrance of her hair.

"Tom, promise me that you will keep exercising." After saying this, Lamia quickly buried her head again.

Tom was only wearing a thin lining underneath, which looked like nothing to Lamia. She could easily touch the hot and soft skin underneath through the fabric.

"I like it so much." Lamia kept biting it, and the thin fabric soon became wet.

Tom stood there motionless, allowing Lamia to touch him wantonly.

"Can we go back now?" Lamia was so sleepy that she lay on Tom's chest and closed her eyes, not hearing his lustful voice.

Tom closed his eyes, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, picked up the thin girl, and kissed her forehead gently, "I'll take you back, Lamia."

Tom's steps were steady, but not slow, so that he had returned to his room. Lamia was still asleep. He gently placed the girl in his arms on the bed, "Wait for me, Lamia."

Then he took off his clothes and walked towards the shower room.

Lamia, who was pretending to be asleep, heard the sound of water inside and secretly opened her eyes. Tom never liked to clean up everything, and only when he was taking a bath did she have the opportunity to hide things.

Yes, Lamia had been acting. She couldn't drink, but she wouldn't get drunk after just a few sips. She was just looking for an excuse to go out and to give Tom a way out. The rest was purely improvisation, but it was obvious that she had improvised too much. Tom was in a very bad condition, and Lamia had to hide her things in the shortest time possible.

"Where should I hide?" she muttered to herself, scanning her surroundings.

Soon, Lamia found a perfect hiding place - in the crack under the bed. Tom had no idea that the thing that determined his fate was hidden inside.

After hiding the things, Lamia pretended to lie back to her original position, humming a few times and pretending to be asleep.

The sound of water in the shower room stopped after a while. Tom was only wearing a bath towel around his lower body, and his short black hair was still dripping with water.

Tom moved closer to the bed step by step. Lamia could even smell the male hormones on him and suddenly felt a little scared.

"Lamia, are you awake?" Tom lowered his head and spoke in a soft voice, brushing Lamia's ears like a feather.

The water droplets on his head fell on Lamia's eyelids, making her open her eyes immediately, and her red and blue pupils looked at each other.

"Good morning, Tom." Lamia smiled awkwardly.

Tom raised his eyebrows and looked at the wall clock. Lamia looked over and realized that it was 11 o'clock in the evening, which made her even more embarrassed.

"Awake?" Tom picked up the girl on the bed. "Take a shower if you're awake. You smell of alcohol and you didn't sleep well." After saying that, he carried Lamia to the shower room without waiting for her to reply.

"No, no need, Tom, I can do it myself." Lamia struggled in panic, but Tom held her tightly in his arms, leaving her helpless.

"No, you're still drunk. I'm worried you'll faint in there." Tom said with a smile, tightening his arms. Lamia felt like she was being entangled by a cold giant python, and a dangerous and suffocating atmosphere filled her surroundings.

"No!" Lamia rarely refused Tom so firmly. He stopped in his tracks almost instantly. "Why?"

Tom was very confused. They were already very familiar with each other, so this was really nothing.

"I can't accept it. Besides, I sobered up a long time ago." Lamia blushed and clutched Tom's chest tightly with both hands.

"Be gentle." Tom felt a little pain, but he didn't let go. He just carried her to the table and put her down. There was a bottle of wine on the table, which seemed to be just bought.

"Then just get drunk again."

As he opened the bottle cap, a smell of alcohol wafted over, and Lamia thought to herself that something was wrong.

"But I don't want to drink." Lamia stepped back and dodged the glass of wine that Tom handed her.

"If you retreat any further you'll fall," Tom warned.

But Lamia didn't realize it and was still backing away. Tom stopped talking and just stretched out his hand. Lamia sat in his palm. He moved his fingers slightly, causing Lamia to twitch.

Now, Lamia had no place to escape. She could only let Tom pour the wine into her mouth and said, "I don't want to drink it anymore."

she says.

"You were having a great time drinking outside, weren't you? What's the matter? Did I make you lose interest?"