Chapter 91: Shen Zemu X Yang Yin (1)

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When Shen Zemu woke up, his head hurts, as if he had a hoop. He was lying on the side of his bed, half of his face stuck in his pillow, and his eyes narrowed.
They had a few drinks last night and he didn't remember. I only knew that the wine that I had forgotten was quickly drunk, and they drank a lot of beer.
He remembered that he had blown the harmonica and later seemed to sing a song? What did you sing? I can't remember it...
Then the memory behind it is completely blurred into a virtual shadow, which can't be caught.
Shen Zemu does not like this feeling.
When he wants to rub his temples, he will raise his hand and realize that he is holding something in his arms.
No, to be exact, that is not something, but an individual.
Soft, temperature-bearing, bare-exposed, a body.
Shen Zemu finally woke up completely.
The person in his arms squatted, his legs folded up, and one knee was unbiased, just stuck between his legs, the most awkward place.
Shen Zemu closed his eyes and he suspected that his wine might not be awake.
With a hint of hope, he opened his eyes again and saw the edge of the quilt revealing the person's hair.
The whole person is almost completely buried under the quilt, and is not afraid of dying.
He opened the quilt down and saw the man leaning his head down, a short hair fluffy and messy, covering his face.
From the length of the hair, it is not Lin’s first feast or Yang Yin.
Shen Zemu suddenly worried a little. If it is Lin’s first feast, he would rather commit suicide.
Soon, Shen Zemu confirmed that this person is not Lin’s first feast. Because the person in his arms moved his body, Shen Zemu felt two things on his chest.
Soft, full, strange touch, so he could not breathe.
Just as he was in a daze, Yang Yin opened his eyes.
After three seconds.
"Ah--"
The scream that Yang Yin blurted out was blocked by Shen Zemu in his throat. He stared at her mouth. "Yes, sorry."
Yang Yin did not struggle, she just rubbed his hand with his hand, then looked at him, his eyes moist.
She looked like a small animal with no help, and Shen Shumu had some soft feelings. He let go and said, "Don't say anything."
Yang Yin was irritated and reacted for a while before asking him: "What happened?"
"I don't know." Shen Zemu felt his head hurt more. For a moment, he even preferred the person in his arms to be Lin’s first feast. Women are essentially different from men. At least, he does not need to be jealous of the first banquet of the forest.
Yang Yin: "You were last night..."
"Was drunk."
Yang Yin thought for a moment, "Me too."
People, once drunk, it is easy to become a bird-beast.
It is imperative to put on the clothes first. After the two dressed, Yang Yin sat on the bed, did not know what was thinking, squinting, eyes are turning, psychological activities are very rich. Shen Zemu sneaked at her, her look was not as sad, but more shocking and incredible.
He is a little worried. Did the two people have a very intense incident last night?
"How could this be?" Yang Yin said to himself.
Shen Zemu licked his temple, "We were last night..."
"Ah?" Yang Yin came back and looked at him. She bowed her head and said, "Don't worry, we didn't have anything last night."
Shen Zemu is not stupid enough to ask why.

I gave information to Yang Yin. She and Lin first feast went to class early in the morning, but they have already returned to the team. Lin first feasted to make an appointment for housekeeping services. The things in the house need not be sorted out.
Yang Yin was relieved when he saw the information, but fortunately everyone was not there.
No, there is one left...
So when they both went downstairs, they met with the lonely Chen Yinghu.
Chen Yinghu is licking the seeds in the living room. Seeing them down, Chen Yinghu said: "Cousin, I am hungry."
"Oh." Shen Zemu turned and looked at Yang Yin, "Do you have breakfast together?"
"No. I still have things, go first, goodbye." Yang Yin was in a hurry and walked quickly.
Shen Zemu licked his temple again.
Chen Yinghu still licked the melon seeds without any heart, so as to appease his hunger and thirst stomach. He said to Shen Zemu while he was squatting. "Cousin, why are you going downstairs with Yin sister? Are you two?"
"No." Shen Zemu was a little annoyed, and his cousin’s mentally retarded person set up to collapse.
Chen Yinghu looked sad: "Cousin, don't you fall in love, okay?"
"why?"
"I am a single dog, and now I am looking for a balance from you."
Shen Zemu did not speak, he was thinking about Yang Yin’s thoughts. Will it be something to look at him?
Chen Yinghu is still talking to himself: "Cousin, also a single dog, I think you are Demu, cool and smart, and loyal. What do you say I am? I think I am Bomei or Teddy, super cute. That kind."
It turned out that this product's evaluation of himself turned out to be super cute... Shen Zemu got a goose bump, and finally couldn't bear it, and left.
After a few days, Yang Yin and Shen Zemu did not take the initiative to talk to anyone. The only exchange was that the Thunder Cup’s prize was blonde. Chen Yinghu and several of them happily scattered red envelopes in the WeChat group. Shen Zemu was good at it. Also sent one.
He sent a red envelope of two hundred to four people. As a result, Yang Yin grabbed one hundred and sixty-five.
Yang Yin: Xie Tuhao. ^-^
Shen Zemu: No thanks.
The author has something to say: This chapter still has 200 red packets~
Look at it first, I will send a chapter.