I can't talk anymore.

Wen Yao put away her phone, pulled the quilt, and fell asleep directly with her face covered.

Probably because she was feeling uneasy, she had a dream that night.

There was silence in the room, and the window screens were blown by the night breeze, bringing with it a hint of coolness.

The Chinese-style floor lamp stands upright in the corner, and its warm yellow light reflects the people sleeping peacefully on the long table.

Suddenly, a car honked, awakening the sleeping person. Wen Yao, who was tortured to the point of agony by all kinds of data, opened her eyes half asleep.

I vaguely saw the door of the room being pushed open.

A tall and tall man walked over slowly. Her hazy eyes fell on his trouser legs, and she raised her head with difficulty, trying to see his face clearly.

The floor lamp was facing away from him, blurry.

But she smelled a very clear and familiar scent, and subconsciously stretched out her hand towards him to hug him, softly as if coquettishly: "Aren't you too busy to talk?"

"Um."

The man hugged her sideways, caressed her cold knees, and frowned slightly, "Why don't you go to bed and sleep?"

She muttered: "Dirty work is really annoying. It takes a long time to finish, and I am so tired that I can't even open my eyes..."

Where is the time to go to bed?

Sinking into the soft bed, she hooked her arms around the man's neck and asked, "Are you going on a business trip soon? Can you stay with me?"

"Probably not." The man's voice was low and hoarse, and he grabbed her wrist and clasped it on top of her head.

She hummed softly to express her dissatisfaction.

The man seemed to smile, and the curve of his lips was very shallow.

Then he pressed his ear to her ear and coaxed her: "But it's okay tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed her lips against hers, but unlike the previous gentleness and patience, he looked particularly fierce and menacing.

She felt pain and suddenly straightened her legs, trying to push him away.

As soon as he raised his waist, he was immediately suppressed by a strong and arrogant force.

She opened her eyes slightly, her whole body was imprisoned, she wanted to speak, but she had no chance.

Until she couldn't breathe, and faced a pair of cold and indifferent black eyes...

Wen Yao suddenly opened her eyes and sat up in shock the next second.

Then he turned on the bedside lamp and looked around frantically while panting.

After a while, she felt a headache and rubbed her forehead.

Cover your sweaty face.
Chapter completed!