Chapter 1379 You Have to Like Me, Like Me Longer 331

He seemed to be in a good mood, even with a faint smile in his eyes.

Qiao Ran pursed the corners of her lips lightly, not daring to refuse, she silently walked down the stone steps of the water platform and boarded Cheng Bianmo's boat.

Before Cheng Bian Mo's hand was put down, Qiao Ran could only put her own hand on his, and then Cheng Bian Mo gently held her cold hand, took her hand, and held her Bring it into the boat.

But at this time, on another boat not far away, when Li Hai saw that His Royal Highness was going to pick up the beauty, he suddenly realized that he didn't dare to disturb His Royal Highness's elegant mood, so he followed from a distance. .

Sheng Bianmo only asked the boatman to drive to a quieter place, while he poured wine for Qiao Ran himself in the boat. When handing it over, Qiao Ran obviously paused. Cheng Bianmo looked at her and asked in a low voice: "Can't drink?"

Qiao Ran shook her head, but in the end she still took the cup handed over by His Royal Highness, took a sip of the wine, and lowered her head again.

Cheng Bianmo was probably really drunk, even at this moment, he was still very hungry, and he drank another glass, his voice was very low: "What's your name?"

Qiao Ran's voice was still low and cold: "Qiao Ran."

"Qiao, Ran," Sheng Bian Mo Po repeated these two words in front of Qiao Ran with a sense of pondering. After a while, he offered her another glass of wine and said with a smile: "You sing?" It sounds great."

Holding the cup, Qiao Ran said "Thank you, Your Royal Highness, for your appreciation", and then obediently drank the wine in the cup.

The hot wine seemed to have accidentally choked her throat. Qiao Ran just coughed a few times, and the corners of her eyes were slightly wet, and her eye makeup was flushed red again. Looking at her was even more pitiful and cold.

Cheng Bian Mo looked at her, his throat tightened: "Are you okay?"

Qiao Ran nodded, and her voice became a little uncomfortable: "His Royal Highness, can I...can I go back?"

Could it be that Cheng Bian asked one more kindly: "Are you okay?"

Qiao Ran shouldn't be disobedient, but when he thought of the temper of the theater troupe master, he nodded lightly and said, "Yeah."

"Okay, I will take you back home."

Sheng Bianmo stood up from the boat, but because he was drunk and because he was on the boat, he swayed a little, and wanted to go out, but he stood unsteadily at all. Yu Haoxin got up and went to help him, but just as his hand touched Sheng Bianmo's arm, the boat swayed again. This time, the drunk Sheng Bianmo directly pushed Qiao Ran down...

Qiao Ran was pressed down by his whole body, and she groaned in pain, her breathing trembled slightly, and it caught Sheng Bianmo's soul all at once.

Cheng Bianmo had already lost his mind, he held Qiao Ran's cold and slender hands tightly, pressed her under him, stared at her red lips and white teeth... his breathing gradually became heavy.

And Qiao Ran's cold eyes finally showed a trace of panic. She struggled and suppressed her voice and shouted: "His Royal Highness... let go..."

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Ran's lips were blocked by Sheng Bian Mo.

Just as Cheng Bian Mo thought, her body smelled of the faint and cold fragrance of plum blossoms.

Tangled hair, disordered breathing, struggling fingertips, a voice thousands of times more provocative than the singing on the stage, all under his body.

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The boat docked at some unknown time, and the surrounding area was quiet, far away from the center of Qinxin Lake.