Drunkenplay (1)

He forgot to breathe for a moment.

Shuo Yan's voice was like hot iron, surging and pouring directly into his body, weighing down his limbs and sinking him, and he even thought he could hear the sound of charcoal being burned, crackling and snapping as it burned through his body.

And yet it's just sizzling.

It turns out that the heat is so extreme that it doesn't hurt at all.

His lips touched gently to his ear, and after a little while they moved slightly downward, and his body leaned directly and half against him, and how short that moment was, he could not remember, for he was no longer in a position to think of the length of it.

The soul Sojourn in the brain has long since passed through countless eve and spring, so the moment of the moment is not immune to the end of the world.

His eyes fell outside, outside the balcony, a silver platinum frost and snow, covering the sky, as if endless cold winter, only this person beside him is the only hot sun in the present world.

Again, he suddenly couldn't remember what the other man had just said, only that he felt the other man's breath spewing over his earlobes and neck, hot and unruly.

Makes him clueless too.

"Words ...... General?"

He heard his own voice leave his attached body, and he cried out as his soul returned to the heavens, and even a little bead of sweat seemed to break out on his nose.

However the other side had been silent.

It made his heart hang high, fall hard, and so on.

But soon he got used to it, because the other side was literally silent.

The person on the other side has already issued a faint snorting sound, completely unaware of the thousands of waves he has just stirred up, also completely unaware of what he has just said, and went on dreaming.

Zhifan Shen : "......"

His heart and all his little emotions and thoughts fell into the muck, and then there were all the donkeys and cows that went up and kicked him in the ass.

His legs were a little sore from standing, his brain was groggy, and he blushed a little as he dragged Shuo Yan's body along while awkwardly trying to find a place for him to lie down.

Shuo Yan has fallen asleep.

...... surprisingly fell asleep!

Is it appropriate for you to take charge at a time like this?

Obviously very inappropriate ah.

Zhifan Shen was so angry he wanted to grunt, but still no words came out.

Shuo Yan had almost his entire body collapsed on top of him, a hundred dozen pounds of grown man didn't exactly crush him but it really wasn't much better.

He couldn't possibly drag the boy-god face first back to the ground, could he?

Zhifan Shen sighed heavily, the physically and mentally exhausted kind.

Outside to celebrate the banquet opened a lively million, although the protagonist is not in but the protagonist is not important at all, he is not too good to go inside to ask for help, next to it is a few lounges, he thought about it and decided that it is better to drag the male god over there first.

Prior to that he had shaken the male god's shoulder very seriously, yet hadn't gotten a single star in response.

...... Really angry.

Zhifan Shen suddenly wanted to hit someone, he looked at the face of the male god for half a day, but of course he did not want to hit down.

Oh, it's a man-god.

Man-god oh man.

No matter how angry you are, you have to hold back, and no matter how much you tease you, you have to hold back oh.

...... But it's still so angry.

Zhifan Shen finally dragged Shuo Yan into the lounge with his anger in his heart, he turned on the light, casually threw Shuo Yan like a burden on the sofa in the lounge, and thought it was not right, but still covered him with a thick layer of blankets.

When he was done, he went out and asked Lun Lao for some sober soup and put it next to the sofa.

In this way, Zhifan Shen felt that he had done his duty.

There should be some benefit to me being so tired, right?

Zhifan Shen thought this, looking at the man frowning slightly in the light and itching for a fraction of a second.

Even if he's a little too drunk for his own good, he's still very handsome.

It's just not really the same as it was back then, probably because of the change in hairstyle, back then Shuo Yan still had a bit of sultry short bangs, now his hair is very short, close to a slab.

Zhifan Shen suddenly remembered a joke.

Some people are men with boarders and some people are wanted men with boarders.

Ha ha ha.

He laughed a little inside, but suddenly realized there was nothing to laugh about, and felt a little silly again, so he didn't dare to laugh on his face as well.

He still wimped out and didn't kiss it, but Darkfall took a picture.

Keep a souvenir.

What to commemorate, he thought suddenly in his boredom.

Commemorating the first time a male god got drunk in front of him, or the first time a male god said something like that to him.

Uh, that kind of talk?

It is ...... Zhifan Shen blushed.

Cover your forehead in great embarrassment.

He opened the door and walked out, wordlessly saying goodbye to him.

Outside, the party was still very lively, and it was clear that the Mecha division had usually been repressed for too long, and now it was rebounding very strongly.

Vaguely he heard some shouting.

"Go! Let's try out the latest mecha now!"

"Yes!"

"Tread on the Mecha Division!"

"Yes!"

"Flatten Emperor Planet!"

"Yes!"

Zhifan Shen listened in amazement, not realizing that the dreams of the ministry members here were so grandiose, but it was a pity that this group of drunkards were now weak in limbs, unclear in mind, and had an empty mouth to blow up the sky, and then lay down here without any help.

"Get a pretty daughter-in-law!"

"Yes!"

The leader is obviously a bachelor, listening to Zhifan Shen bitterly laugh, think this time probably shouting what remaining drunks shouting is good.

"Get Shuo Yan to fight!"

"......"

Surprisingly, there was an eerie silence, and half a dozen bursts of laughter.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha I'll record it ahahahahahahahaha this dumb ass!"

"Old Six is awesome, go one! I respect you, old brother!"

"...... You, you guys wait for me!"

...... Zhifan Shen was hit in the face in minutes.

He smiled a little and slowly paced out of the building, the snow was starting to fall again outside, but it was warm.

Come back tomorrow.

With this thought, he made his first footprints in the snow.

Then it was silently withdrawn again.

Wait a minute, he'll just say he seems to have forgotten something.

...... How is he going to get back?

One has no car and two has no one.

In a blizzard of snow, he stiffened, suddenly realizing that there was only a bunch of drunks here.

Hey, at least Dao Yan was alive ten minutes ago, but unfortunately, Zhifan Shen took a look at the other party who is now crying with Lun Lao ...... His current level of drunkenness and emotions are obviously very difficult to communicate.

He could only send Zhirou Shen a text message that he would not go back tonight.

Zhirou Shen quickly replied, "Brother ah ！！！！！！ What's going on today ！！！！ What retreat ah! I call your phone has been turned off! Are you still alive!!!"

Zhifan Shen suddenly remembered that just too many messages directly set the mute, so a flip up to see Zhirou Shen overwhelming text messages.

He let out a soft laugh and replied, "It's okay, I can afford you anyway."

Then Zhifan Shen ran up the stairs again with a little excitement.

Ah, to be able to sleep in the same room as a male god with honor!

He subconsciously omitted the other vacant rest rooms and high-tailed it to open the door to the one that was still lit.

Yet there was no one on the couch.

He looked around in disbelief, and today it was really gone.

How does a drunk suddenly wake up?

It's a hell of a thing.

Once again, Zhifan Shen's calculations were in vain and desperate.

He sighed and resigned himself to the couch where the male god had lain, cuddling close to the thick little blanket and preparing to settle down for a while.

Due to the harsh conditions, it was not a concern for his sleeping pet peeves.

The night is late.

...... However, a group of drunken people outside are still singing, I don t know where the military song, obviously very hot blooded, froze to be sung as a pig killing ensemble.

What's a pig-killing ensemble? It's killing a bunch of pigs.

Hey.

Zhifan Shen lying on the sofa, covering his ears, tossing and turning, very difficult to get through, thinking that if another half an hour tossing and turning, he would simply go out and drink two bottles of wine, and directly also in the form of demons and monsters, and they also make a mess.

But this time they stopped pretty quickly, Zhifan Shen listened in a daze for a while, and even stopped.

Oh, it finally stopped.

Zhifan Shen pulled a tiny bit of hope out of despair, but unfortunately, he wasn't happy for two minutes before the door to the lounge was kicked in again.

Zhifan Shen : "......"

There was a big snow drift coming in and it wasn't cold, but it was horrible hey.

His temper, as good as it was, finally exploded at the point, and he was just about to get up to see which one of the pig-killers it was again when he was subdued by the spectacle.

The Lord General who was drunk as a puddle a moment ago but was at least human and well-dressed now looked a bit disheveled.

The collar was crooked, the shirt was wrinkled, and the eyes were open but obviously not quite awake.

What was more eye-catching was the large clump of weeds he was holding that he had dug up from nowhere, especially fresh and with large patches of warm frost.

There was a lot of it stuck to not only my hands, but my body as well.

The whole thing is very green.

Zhifan Shen looked at the drunken man with a sobbing smile, and saw the drunken man frown tightly and very seriously walk over to the couch where he was lying and get down on one knee.

Zhifan Shen: "!"

Zhifan Shen sat up from the sofa with a start, his mind a little confused again.

Then the Generalissimo topped off his very majestic and handsome appearance by saying, "Here you go."

"...... Lord, what is this?"

He paused for a moment, seeming a bit puzzled himself, and took a look at the messy stew of weeds, aggrieved.

"Blossom."