The two people's eyes occasionally meet, and a subtle feeling permeates the air.

Perhaps Mojito did suit her taste, Gao Mengting ordered another cup.

As the drunkenness gradually increased, her cheeks began to turn red, but her eyes became brighter.

When I came out of the bar, it was already a little deeper.

Gao Mengting hummed an unknown folk song as she walked, and her voice was as soft as if she was talking to herself.

The two walked through Shangri-La Hotel and arrived at the coastline.

The sea breeze blows gently, with the coolness of early autumn nights, blowing their hair and clothes.

The soft sand under my feet sank slightly with each step, and the coolness came through the soles of my feet.

The moonlight shines on the shimmering sea surface and flickers with the waves rising and falling.

Gao Mengting zipped up the jacket and continued to whisper.

Her voice was soft, with a hint of laziness, as if every word was wrapped in the tenderness of the night.

Sometimes I imagined the bright future of beauty clothing, and sometimes I talked to him about "Pride and Prejudice" and "The Forest of Norway".

Her alcohol content was indeed very poor. After walking for a while, her alcohol content surged and she was already a little bit weak.

Her cheeks were blushed, and her eyes became soft and blurry.

She put her hands behind her back, her feet briskly stepped on the soft beach, and a faint smile hung on the corner of her mouth.

She kicked up a small trunk of sand from time to time;

Sometimes I suddenly squatted down and drew a small pattern on the sand with my fingers:

Sometimes he bent down and picked up a shell and introduced the story about it to Tang and Song;

The moonlight shone on her body, outlining a soft and vivid outline.

Looking at her in this state, Tang Song always had a faint smile on his face.

In a sense, the partner is a real idealist.

There was a sense of innocence and aura on her body.

There is great enthusiasm for career, future, love, friendship and the heart.

She is like a literary young woman who came out of the book, with both idealistic romance and realistic tenacity.

As long as you contact her, you can feel this indescribable charm.

Before they knew it, the two arrived at the southern end of the beach.

Gao Mengting suddenly stopped, looked at her feet, and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"Partner, I have always felt that the relationship between people is like footprints on the beach. When the waves come, the footprints will be dispersed and faded. For example, my classmates and friends are now less and less in contact."

She raised her head and looked into his eyes, with a hint of sadness in her tone, "How long do you think our footprints can stay?"

Tang Song looked at her appearance and couldn't help but feel a softness in his heart, and he said seriously: "Of course it's forever."

Gao Mengting showed a bright smile on her face, and she stretched out her little finger with her right hand, "This is what you said, come on, pull the hook."

Tang Song stretched out his hand and gently hooked her little finger, "Hook."

Gao Mengting gently shook her little fingers that were hooked together, and said in a drunken voice: "Hook up and hang it, and it will not change for a hundred years!"

"Okay, no change is allowed for a hundred years."

The salty and wet sea breeze wrapped the fragrance of her body and poured into the nose of Tang and Song dynasties.

The two people's eyes intertwined in the night.

Tang and Song leaned forward and slowly approached.

Gao Mengting did not dodge, but just closed her eyes gently.

Tang Song gently covered her lips, gentle and delicate.

Gao Mengting's breathing stuttered slightly, and she responded to his kiss.

Tang Song held her face with his fingers and helped her fix her hair that was blown away by the wind.

The sound of oral adhesion trembles in the sound of the waves.

Shortness of breath, rubbing lips and teeth.

The palpitations enveloped the two.

Light and land are in harmony, and the moon and sea are romantic.

The world gradually became quiet.

Tonight's memory smells of sea water.

"Dingyi" The elevator slowly opened on the 19th floor.

The corridor was very quiet, with only the sound of two people's footsteps echoing gently on the soft carpet.

When he arrived at the door, Gao Mengting lowered her head and searched for the room card in her bag. Her cheeks were slightly flushed and her eyes were a little confused.

Tang Song stood behind her and suddenly called softly: "Mengting."

"Hmm?" Gao Mengting turned around in a daze, with a hint of laziness in her voice, and she had a big tongue in her speech, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know how to use the hotel kettle, please teach me."

Gao Mengting didn't notice anything abnormal, and waved her hand with a silly smile, "It's so stupid, okay, I'll teach you."

There was a hint of doting in her voice, as if she was coaxing a child.

The door lock opened with a "drip" sound, and Gao Mengting walked into the room.

"Pengyi" Tang Song closed the door casually, and the room was instantly dark. Only the light outside the window sprinkled in through the curtains, casting mottled light and shadow on the floor.

Gao Mengting whispered: "It's so dark. Just plug in the room card first and turn on the power."

Her voice was soft, with a hint of confusion after drinking, but she still maintained delicateness and sensitivity.

"Don't worry." Tang Song smiled, suddenly hugged her soft and sexy body from behind, gently held her waist with both hands, lowered his head and kissed her neck.

Gao Mengting's body stiffened slightly, feeling the strong aura behind her and her hard abdominal muscles pressed against her waist and hips.

Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her voice trembled, "What are you doing? Don't touch your feet?"

There was a hint of panic in her tone, but she didn't really break free.

"I want to feel your heartbeat." Tang Song's hands slowly moved upwards, and his tone was gentle.

Gao Mengting quickly reached out and held his wrist, her voice was so low that it was almost impossible to hear. "It's almost 11 o'clock now, I'm so sleepy, and I'm going to get up early tomorrow."

"Then you go to sleep here."

"No, how can this work?" Gao Mengting licked her dry lips, and her heart seemed to be about to jump out.

Tang Song kissed her earlobe, "Just one go, okay?"

Gao Mengting's face turned red in the dark, and the wine made her dizzy, and her hands gradually relaxed, "I agreed, just let me go, hurry up."

She and Tang Song actually had no experience in close contact. The most overwhelming time was when they were on the Wuling Hongguang Car and had a spring dream for a week.

Feeling the permission of the partner, Tang Song gently pushed away her short T-shirt with his slender and gentle fingers, and stroked her delicate and soft skin.

Feel her violent beating heart.

In the quiet room, Gao Mengting's screams sounded.

"Tang Song! Why can't you reach in!"

Tang Song whispered, "There are other colleagues on the 19th floor who will be heard."

"You! You big hooligan!" Gao Mengting's voice was shy and low, with clear trembling.

Tang Song breathed the fragrance between her hair and felt the beauty of truth seriously.

After a moment.

"Let go, it's OK!"

"Hey! You can just say it!"

"Is it a rogue? How can you-·Oh!"

Gao Mengting tried to avoid it, but the slight struggle of her body made him even more intense.

After a while, her whole body softened, she broke free with force, and said with a rapid breathing: "You are not trustworthy."

In the darkness, her cheeks were blushed with alcohol and embarrassment.

Tang Song chuckled and said, "Don't be angry, I'll let you touch your abdominal muscles, can we just level it?"

"No." Gao Mengting gently pounded his belly, "Tomorrow you go to see the sunrise yourself, Qiuqiu and I will be with you."

After saying that, Gao Mengting lowered her head and opened the door, hurried into the next room.

The moment the sound of the door closed sounded, Tang Song couldn't help laughing out loud, savoring the touch just now.
To be continued...