A chicken in a phoenix nest

But today is different! "Feng San excitedly said, "Today we got married!"It's like we're officially together! "

As she said that, Feng San couldn't help feeling aggrieved: "Really, I've been chasing you for so long and you always don't give me any response..."

He choked up.Feng Er hugged him, and buried his head in his arms with a look of disgust: "Man, don't cry."

Feng San ignored him.

Sensing that something was wrong, Feng Er asked: "Aren't you drunk?"

Feng San looked up and looked at him with a smirk.

Feng Er sighed: "You are really drunk."

Pretend to be drunk at night

Feng Er was a little nervous.Suddenly, Feng San rushed towards him.

Feng Er subconsciously dodged, leaving Feng San empty-handed, and fell straight on the bed.Fortunately, the bed is quite soft, otherwise he would have a big bag on his head.

As if Feng San didn't feel it, she sat up again and threw herself on Feng Er.Feng Er was very helpless, but he didn't push him away.Sighing lightly, Feng Er tried to put Feng San back on the bed, and at the same time said to himself: "So Feng San is the most troublesome after drunk!"

"Feng... Er..." Feng San whispered something next to Feng Er's ear, but could not speak clearly, Feng Er could only smell the strong smell of alcohol on his body.

Regardless of what Feng San said, Feng Er was a little puzzled as to why he was so drunk this time—it took less than an hour, which was so different from Feng San's usual performance.

Forget it, don't pursue so much, it's better to be drunk now than to suddenly fall drunk when visiting someone's house two days later.

Feng San hugged Feng Er tightly, hugging his right hand.Feng Er pushed him for a long time, but he couldn't exert any strength, so he had to let him circle him.

Feng San's hands were dishonest, fingers slid down Feng Er's shoulders.Neck, collarbone, and just below that...

"Where are you going to touch your hands!" Feng Er patted Feng San's hand that was about to touch his chest, "You're still playing hooligans when you're drunk!"

Feng San was in pain, and muttered in a low voice: "You only play hooligans when you are drunk." Feng Er didn't hear clearly, and only thought he was talking drunk again.

I slapped my hands away with all my heart, and the rest will be easy to handle.Feng Er mercilessly pushed Feng San down and onto the bed.I tripped over something under my feet, and fell directly onto Feng San—no, it was almost there.Feng Er put his hands on the bed in time.

Feng San felt that her heart almost stopped beating.At such a close distance, he could feel Feng Er's light and shallow breathing.

Different from his own smell of alcohol, Feng Er didn't drink tonight, and his body smelled the same as usual, which can only be smelled closely.I can't tell what kind of smell it is, it's a bit like the smell of bluegrass in the valley, but it's lighter than the smell of bluegrass when you smell it carefully, but it's very fascinating—at least Feng San is addicted to it and can't extricate himself from it.

Good times are always short.Feng Er realized that he was almost close to kissing Feng San, so he got up quickly, panting, patted his clothes, and started turning tea leaves around, preparing to make a cup of tea for himself to calm down.

Just as he opened the cabinet to check, a pot of tea was handed to him: "Here."

Feng Er looked at the packaging of the tea canister: "Dahongpao. It's not bad, but you may not be able to sleep if you drink this at night."

"Then this one?"

"This is Pu'er... Forget it, I don't like Pu'er, so I just drink black tea."

"By the way," Feng Er turned his head and looked at Feng San, "Feng San, are you drunk?"

Feng San looked at him in confusion, as if she didn't know what he was talking about.

"It's probably a coincidence." Feng Er touched a pot of water on the table, it was a little cold.He took the pot and stuffed it into Feng San's arms: "Heat this up."

In fact, apart from being clingy, Feng San is quite obedient when he is drunk.For example, now, he quietly puts the pot in his hand.There was no fire, and the kettle made the sound of boiling water.Feng Er saw that it was almost done, and said: "Stop." Then he reached out to take the pot.

"It's so hot!" Feng Er accidentally burned his finger, blew on it and wanted to lift the pot again.Feng San didn't give way, he moved his hand away, letting Feng Er catch the empty space, and put the pot on the table by himself: "Be careful."

Put the tea into another pot, heat the water, and let it steep for a while.After the fragrance of the tea dissipates, it can be drunk after almost filtering.Sometimes even filtering is omitted, and the tea leaves floating in the cup are drunk directly.

Feng Er poured himself a cup and was sipping tea, Feng San picked up the pot and gulped down the tea.After finishing drinking, he put the teapot back to its original place, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and smacked: "More."

"...I want your size." Feng Er pointed to the bed, "Sleep."

"Newlyweds can't sleep." After Feng San was drunk, his words were much less, his language was concise and accurate, and his expressions were clear, which was not easy.

Feng Er covered him with the quilt: "If I tell you to sleep, then you can sleep."

"But..." Feng San looked at Feng Er aggrievedly, "I just can't sleep."

"Don't act like a baby!" Feng Er wanted to yell at him, but he couldn't utter a word of criticism when he looked at the little eyes, "I don't know if you are really drunk or fake drunk. Forget it, I just got married today anyway. , you drank so much wine just now, if I tell you some stories, you will always fall asleep..."

Feng San blinked his eyes, little by little lights flickered inside.

"That's good... I'll tell you a story about the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl." Feng Er randomly chose a myth he had heard in childhood that he still knew well, "Once upon a time, there was a boy named Cowherd. He was not bad looking. Not bad. Walking outside one day..."

"Suddenly saw a wounded snail." Feng San interrupted.

"That's right. After the snail came home with him, it helped him with the housework... something seems wrong."

"Then Tian Luo once went out to chop wood and lost the Cowherd's axe,"

"The cowherd asked Fore from the neighboring village to help him figure out where the ax would fall. Finally, he found that the ax fell into a river."

"Yue Lao wanted to test the integrity of the cowherd, so he took a golden ax and asked: 'Is this your ax?'"

"Since the cowherd was short of money, he resolutely replied: 'Yes.'"

"Yuelao was very angry, so he cast a spell to make Niulang and Dong Yongsheng never see each other—this is really a sad story."

Feng Er was a little confused: "What and what, where did Zhinu go?"

"Weaver Girl is always with Chang'e now. Xiaocan used to weave her clothes. How can a woman who is broken in love weave such bright pink clothes?"

"Are you drunk or not?" Feng Er became more suspicious.

Feng San looked at him sincerely: "You have to trust me."

Without giving Feng Er time to think, Feng San turned over and pressed him under him: "Now is not the time to talk about whether I am drunk or not!"

"……What do you want to do?"

"you."

"……stand up."

"No."

"I say it again, get up."

"I'm sorry."

"I count one, two, three. One, two...five...uh..."

Feng Sanyi lowered her head and kissed Feng Er's lips.Feng Er struggled slightly, but Feng San helplessly grabbed his wrist and fixed him on the bed.

At first, the kiss was tender.Gradually, Feng San seemed to be unable to wait any longer, and increased his strength.

Lingering, entangled.Although Feng Er never said good things to Feng San, her lips were indeed extremely soft.

Feng San tasted the sweet taste and refused to move his lips.Until Feng Er gently grabbed his waist.

"Hahaha……"

Feng Er, who was free, immediately wanted to turn over.Feng San immediately reacted, put away the smile, only a faint smile remained on his lips.

He bowed his head again.

Feng Er was so frightened that he hid to the side: "Don't!"

At this time, Feng San only had Feng Er in his eyes, but it seemed that he couldn't hear Feng Er's words, so the kiss should still be kissed.

He pecked Feng Er's face hard, leaving a deep red hickey.

Feng Er glared at him: "Don't leave marks on my face!"

It's a pity that when he glared at Fengsan now, he looked a bit confusing, and it didn't serve as a warning.

His lips were a little swollen and looked more and more pink.There was some redness on the originally pale face, which was very delicate and charming.The only thing that hasn't changed is that innate cool temperament, but this makes him even more abstinent.

Whenever a beast sees this scene, it will be unable to hold back—Feng San is no exception—of course, he will only turn into a beast when facing Feng Er.

Feng Er once thought this was a serious problem, and hoped that Feng San could correct it.As a result, Feng San only maintained the illusion of a gentleman for a few days.One night, he accidentally saw Feng Er taking a bath, and the image he worked so hard to create was ruined.

What's more, Feng San drank wine just now.

He touched Feng Er's cheek, and pressed on the place where the hickey was left just now.Icy, soft.Feng San couldn't help sticking to her hot face—it was so comfortable!

The hand that Feng San just took off from Feng Er's cheek was not idle either.

He put his hand on Feng Er's chest, drawing something on it with his fingertips.Feng San hardly used any strength, only shaking his fingers occasionally.

Feng Er's body trembled with Feng San's fingers, as if it was very itchy.

Suddenly, his body jerked violently as if being electrocuted, and then a groan escaped from his throat: "Don't touch there!"

Feng San pretended to be stupid: "Where?"

Feng Er pointed to the place two inches below his left armpit: "This is it!"

"It turns out that Feng Er's sensitive point is here." Feng San blew into his ear, "But the ear seems to be very sensitive too!"

"In short, don't move in both places!"

"What's the benefit of not touching it?" Feng San whispered into Feng Er's ear while pinching his sensitive spots, "It's so cute that you can't even touch it."

"It's enough