Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 165 What’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is still mine.

The night falls and the stars twinkle.

Shen Qianhe sat alone on a rattan chair on the balcony, her long hair cascading down behind her, her champagne-colored pajamas making her skin look even fairer.

However, her lonely figure drinking alone under the moon seemed particularly lonely under the stars.

She drank half a bottle of red wine by herself, and her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were blurry.

The red liquid in the glass swayed gently as the delicate hands trembled.

The sparse lights reflected mottled shadows in the wine.

As she got drunk, her eyes, which were originally as clear as water, were covered with a layer of mist, making her already beautiful face even more charming and delicate.

But even after drinking so much, the alcohol still couldn't numb her bad mood.

She is very angry, frustrated and unhappy today.

Why did he hang up on her?

Why don't you reply her message?

Why didn't he explain after all this time?

Why......

She reached out her hand and gently stroked the glass filled with wine, feeling the cool touch at her fingertips.

Her eyes were a little blurry, her brows were slightly wrinkled, and her lips opened and closed, but no sound came out.

It seems to be whispering, or talking to itself, making it difficult to understand.

At the same time, a car drove in slowly and stopped not far from her.

The car stopped under the big fountain at the door, and then two people got out of the car.

Their figures seemed a little blurry in the moonlight. Shen Qianhe lazily raised his eyelids, glanced at the car that had just stopped and the people who got off, and poured the wine in the glass into his mouth.

The red liquid left traces at the corners of her mouth, slid down her chin, soaked her thin pajamas, and finally slid into the soft and fragrant body wrapped in the pajamas.

She wiped her chin roughly and smacked her lips a few times, as if she was still savoring the aftertaste of the wine.

Then, she sighed softly, placed the empty wine glass in her hand on the table beside her, and fell limply into the rocking chair as if she had no bones.

She moved her feet slightly, her toes lightly touching the ground, and the originally still rattan chair began to sway slowly.

She closed her eyes, gently breathed in the slightly moist air around her, felt the freshness brought by the night breeze, and immersed herself in this wonderful atmosphere.

The night wind blew her hair, and her thoughts gradually became blurred, as if her whole body melted into the endless darkness.

The rattan chair swayed, rocking gently like a cradle.

Her body also swayed slightly to the rhythm of the rattan chair, like a light feather dancing in the air.

My consciousness gradually became confused, my eyelids became heavier, and my body became more and more relaxed.

She yawned softly and fell into a deep sleep.

It was late at night and the whole world was immersed in silence. Even the moonlight quietly hid in the clouds, for fear of disturbing the peace.

Just then, there was a hurried doorbell ring.

“Ding-ling ding-ling…”

The sound was sharp and piercing, as if to shatter the peaceful night.

Shen Qianhe was sleeping soundly, but was awakened by the sudden sound.

She frowned, trying to ignore it and continue to immerse herself in that beautiful dream.

However, the annoying ringtone seemed to have a magical power, constantly drilling into her ears, stimulating her nerves, making her mood extremely irritable and unable to sleep at all.

"Who is it? It's the middle of the night! Can't you let me sleep?"

She stood up from the rattan chair angrily. For a moment, the world was spinning and her head was buzzing.

She staggered and nearly fell to the ground.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and grabbed the wall next to her in time, so she did not fall down in a mess.

Shen Qianhe took a deep breath and tried to keep himself steady.

After the dizziness eased a little, she staggered towards the door.

The door opened.

A tall, inky figure appeared in front of her.

A pleasant woody scent invaded her nose.

She closed her eyes and sniffed gently.

This smell is so familiar.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her head, and her gaze fell on the man's face.

Xie Jincheng stood there quietly, looking down at Shen Qianhe in front of him.

Under the subtle effect of alcohol, her fair cheeks were flushed with an alluring blush, just like the first blooming peach blossoms in March, so delicate and beautiful.

Those charming peach blossom eyes were watery, blurry and hazy.

With just one glance, Xie Jincheng's souls were completely drawn away.

The slightly pouty red lips opened slightly, exuding a faint aroma of wine.

She held Xie Jincheng's arm tightly like a cat and involuntarily snuggled into his arms.

He placed his hands on her slender waist, lifted her up and held her against his body.

Shen Qianhe was startled and his body subconsciously tensed up.

She instinctively stretched out her hands, hugged his neck tightly, and wrapped her legs around the man in front of her like an octopus.

The moment their eyes met, Shen Qianhe's confused eyes finally showed some clarity.

She tilted her head, her cheeks flushed, and looked at the man in front of her with blurry eyes. Suddenly she sobered up a lot.

She widened her eyes, her gaze full of disbelief. "Xie Jincheng! Is it really you?!"

Just as Xie Jincheng was about to speak, Shen Qianhe's eyes suddenly became stern.

She pouted her lips, and suddenly loosened her hands that were tightly around Xie Jincheng's neck, and then patted him on both cheeks several times at the same time.

"Clap clap clap clap..."

The crisp sounds echoed in the air, each one carrying Shen Qianhe's drunken mischief and innocence.

After the shoot, Shen Qianhe's eyes returned to confusion, and she grinned with a silly smile.

"Hehe, it really was a dream. My face didn't hurt at all after being hit so many times."

Xie Jincheng's face was left with several red slap marks, which were burning. But his dark eyes were filled with a smile that he couldn't hide:

"Baby, is it possible that you hit me in the face?"

Shen Qianhe was very drunk. She buried her head in Xie Jincheng's shoulder, sniffing his pleasant smell and responding vaguely:

"All... all the same..."

"Yours...is mine, mine...mine is still mine..."

As she spoke, her breathing gradually became even.

Just like that, she actually fell asleep in Xie Jincheng's arms!

Song Yubai, who had been waiting behind Xie Jincheng for a long time, cleared his throat and said weakly, "Brother, can you please stop being affectionate at the door and let me go in and take a look at my wife..."

......

the next day.

Shen Qianhe slowly opened his eyes in a daze.

She rubbed her eyes and tried to recall what happened last night.

I remember that I was on the balcony last night, drinking and waiting for Xie Jincheng's call, but I waited and waited until I fell asleep.

It must have been the cutie Wanwan who dragged her into the bedroom.

Shen Qianhe lay on her side, feeling the weight of an arm on her waist. She thought it was Gu Wanwan's.

So, she carefully reached out and fumbled for the phone on the bedside table, wanting to see if Xie Jincheng had replied to her message.

Finally, she touched the phone, slid her finger across the screen, and unlocked the screen.

However, when she saw the list of messages on the screen, her heart sank.

There is not even a single message!

Shen Qianhe's fists hardened.

She was so angry that she called Xie Jincheng's cell phone without thinking.

"Om-"

The phone on the other side of the bedside table rang.

Shen Qianhe was startled by the sound, thinking that it was Gu Wanwan's cell phone ringing. She was about to turn around to remind her to answer the call, but she felt the arm that was originally around her waist quietly pulled away.

Followed by.

A familiar male bass voice came from the phone and behind me at the same time.

"Hey."

Shen Qianhe's eyes widened and he quickly turned over.

Then, Xie Jincheng was seen holding the earphones in his ears and looking at her with a smile.

"Thanks--"

"Jin——"

"Cheng——"