Chapter 101

Cafeteria in ski resort

Song Fengwan lowered his head to eat and looked up at the people on the opposite side from time to time.

Fu Shen has drunk two bottles of beer, a small bottle of Baijiu, eyes drooping, and the corners of his eyes are red, which seems to be drunk. The whole person is partial and arrogant.

"Third Master, don't you eat something?" Song Feng opened his mouth cautiously in the evening, and just went out. He was still fine. How could his face change.

Fu Chen looked at her without saying anything, which made song Fengwan's heart palpitation even worse.

It's not as if he's pissed him off, is it?

Song Feng's dinner was not steady. They went back to their room after eating, but they didn't delay for a moment.

Fu Chen didn't speak all the way, and the atmosphere became more and more oppressive until they went back to their room, and they didn't say hello.

However, Fu Shen's steps were a little flimsy. At a glance, he knew that he had drunk too much.

The drinks in the cafeteria are provided free of charge. They are not metered. There are some inferior drinks. The alcohol concentration is not low. Fu Chen is mixed with several kinds of wine. It's hard to get drunk.

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Song Feng went back to the house to take a bath in the evening. She thought that Fu Chen had no bathroom in the house, so he should take a bath too. Besides, after drinking wine, she was not at ease.

After hesitating in the living room for a long time, the water in the electric teapot was boiling. She poured a cup of hot water and knocked on Fu Chen's door.

"Third Master, are you asleep?" She kept her voice low for fear of disturbing him.

I've known him for a long time. It's the first time I've seen him drink. It's really frightening to say nothing.

"What's the matter?" Across the door, the sound was slightly suppressed.

"Well... I made some hot water. Would you like some?" Song Fengwan felt that the cup of water on her fingertips was hot, just like her mood at the moment.

"Come in."

With permission, Song Feng pushed the door in late. There was no light in his room. The curtain of the only window was pulled open, and he stood by the window.

The window on this side is facing the back of the snow field. The reflected snow light comes in, but the room has some brightness.

It's just the color, bleak, and unpopular.

The color of snow fell on Fu Shen's face, which made him even more sad and depressed. He was holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, standing on his side with his eyebrows down. He didn't know what he was looking at.

It was quiet all around, and song Fengwan was even more uneasy.

"Third Master, is there something wrong with you?" Song Fengwan put the cup near his desk, and then asked in a low voice.

Fu Chen looked at him, his eyes were dark, and when he was carrying the light, he was very passive and lonely.

"Nothing." He spoke with a third of wine, hot and spicy.

It was the first time that she saw Fu Chen like this. Did someone make him unhappy?

"Did I... Upset you?" She was a little closer to him.

After all, he was suddenly like this. He didn't meet anyone and didn't answer the phone. The only possibility was himself.

"No His voice seemed to come out of his chest, hoarse and depressing.

"Then you have a rest early..." song Fengwan rubbed his fingers uneasily.

Fu Chen's fingers clenched with the beads of Buddha. "Song Fengwan."

"Well?"

"Come here."

Song Fengwan hesitated and went to him according to his words.

"A little more." Fu Shen looked at her, his voice became more and more low, as if he was deliberately tempting her.

Song Fengwan still remembers her cousin's advice to her, "Fu Chen doesn't like disobedient people, don't resist him." she hesitates and moves forward two steps.

The whole person had already stood by the window, but Fu Chen suddenly stretched out a hand, one left and one right on both sides of her

As if she was confined in her arms, her heart was hanging up, her back was close to the glass, and she held her breath carefully.

He hung his head a little closer, and his breath was mixed with the spicy wine.

Fall on the face, like a prairie fire.

It's hot and hot.

"Third Master..." she breathed very carefully, for fear that she would fall on his face and annoy him.

"The tassels are tangled." Fu Chen suddenly lifted up the Buddhist beads in his hand and said, "help me get them."

His voice was hoarse and dry, with an indescribable melancholy, which made song Fengwan upset.

The tassels of the Buddha's beads are really intertwined in one place. Song Fengwan takes the beads with both hands and lowers his head to play with them. However, the person in front of him is getting closer and closer, as if to press her against the side of the window

Her heart is nervous, finger is pulling tassel, but how did not sort out a clue.

"Not yet?" Fu Chen began to urge her.

"If I turn on a light, I can't see clearly..." song Fengwan was about to walk to one side, but Fu Chen suddenly grabbed her arm and put his finger on her shoulder, "Third Master..."

Song Fengwan didn't utter the last word. He suddenly lowered his head and held her lips.

She was stiff, her mind was like thunder, her eyes were white

His lips were thin and soft, but hot and palpitating.

Her fingers were so stiff and tense that she pulled on the tassel. She wanted to break it. Fu Shen leaned over her whole body and didn't dare to move forward boldly. She held her lips and bit by bit

Half of her body was crisp, so soft that she could not stand it, and her whole body slid down.

His hand suddenly clasped her waist, lifted her up and leaned against himself

Tight, between the body, no gap.

His eyes fell on her white leg. He was not polite and bit her in the mouth

"Hiss" -- Song Feng's late consciousness returns.

She and Fu Shen are in

kiss?