She had even made it clear to the man in front of her what was on her mind, but the result in front of her clearly made her sweat.
She felt that the drunk person was not herself, but Lan Lingzhou who was pressing her tightly against the wall at this moment.
"Lingzhou, things are not what you think..."
Her rejection not only failed to make the man stop, but actually made the situation intensify.
The people outside the gate seemed to understand Wen Xihe's thoughts at this moment.
The doorbell rang suddenly.
Lan Lingzhou's movements stopped, and his cloudy eyes were still mixed with a little bit of desire that had been evaporated a moment ago.
Wen Xihe suddenly felt that the continuous ringing of the doorbell was like the sound of nature. She pushed Lan Lingzhou away suddenly and ran towards the door.
"Xiaohe..."
Lan Lingzhou stretched out his hand to stop it, but his hand only caught half a wisp of fragrance.
When the door opened, Wen Xihe was instantly petrified.
"Lord Hades?!"
The man was standing outside the door.
When their eyes met, Wen Xihe was completely stunned. And He Mingjue outside the door seemed not to have expected that the person opening the door would be Wen Xihe.
His eyes glanced back and forth over Wen Xihe's body. The man's originally dark eyes were suddenly filled with excitement.
anger.
Wen Xihe reacted almost subconsciously, seeing that He Mingjue's expression was not right. He immediately rushed forward, grabbed He Mingjue's hand, and subconsciously wanted to explain, "Ajue, we...
"
A black shadow flashed before his eyes, and Wen Xihe felt a cold wind hit his cheek. When he turned around, He Mingjue had already rushed to Lan Lingzhou's side like a gust of wind.
She was startled and subconsciously wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
"Bang..."
A man's muffled groan sounded, and in an instant, He Mingjue's fist fell, and Lan Lingzhou's tall body fell down.
Wen Xihe had no time to worry about what an unbearable scene that must be.
Lan Lingzhou was knocked to the ground, with bruises all over his face and blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.
That blow from He Mingjue was really not light.
When He Mingjue bent down and took Lan Lingzhou's collar, ready to wave him over again, Wen Xihe rushed over fearfully.
"Ajue, calm down!" The moment her fist fell, she pulled He Mingjue's body apart and blocked his falling fist.
He Mingjue did not move again. The man's eyes were filled with anger, but there was clearly a look that made Wen Xihe feel sad.
Sadly.
This was the second time Wen Xihe saw such a sad expression.
The first time was when she was pressed under him and told him that she had sex with Lan Lingzhou.
The second time was when she was wearing a man's nightgown. She wore nothing underneath the nightgown, and she ran out to be punished on the man's behalf.
Wen Xihe suddenly felt at that moment that her heart ached very much.
"Ajue," she called his name softly, trying to explain things clearly to him, "Things are not what you see. We didn't do anything." Her head was lowered, and her voice could not help but become lower.
Go down, "I was drunk and he sent me back."
The last sentence was absolutely certain and loud.
"We really have nothing!"
He Mingjue lowered his fist slowly, and Wen Xihe's anxious look of explaining to him actually made him calm down.
Of course he knew they had done nothing, if anything.
His eyes fell on Lan Lingzhou again.
So now, it's not just his face that's injured.
Without wanting to say more, He Mingjue pulled Wen Xihe into his arms. Before he could move, Wen Xihe's other hand was pulled tighter by Lan Lingzhou.
"Xiaohe," Lan Lingzhou's voice was low, but soft and full of endearment, "Have you really forgotten those beautiful days we had together?"
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of He Mingjue's suddenly changed face. Lan Lingzhou deliberately distorted the truth, "Have you forgotten the time when we once slept in the same bed and were inseparable from each other?"
Wen Xihe raised his head in surprise and looked at Lan Lingzhou opposite, but there was a burst of pain in his hand that was being held. Looking at He Mingjue's face, he was already surrounded by dense gloom.
Wen Xihe couldn't help but feel disappointed.
She never told him that the person that night was her. Her first time, all her first times, were given to him.
But at this moment, Wen Xihe had no desire to tell.
My heart ached, filled with the pain of being stabbed by He Mingjue's reaction.
It turned out that he still cared about whether she really had a physical relationship with Lan Lingzhou.
Before Wen Xihe regained consciousness, Wen Xihe felt a pain in one side of his body and arm. He Mingjue had already pulled him firmly into his arms.
The man held her with one hand and faced Lan Lingzhou across from him, raising his eyebrows slightly, "Do you think I really care about this?"
He is a man, no matter in the past or in the future. He naturally hopes that all the first times with his woman will be related to him. But even if it is not, what does it matter?
It's enough that he loves this woman.
"I didn't care before, and I won't care anymore in the future. As for you?" He Mingjue laughed with an unknown emotion, "Let her come back to you and dream!"
Wen Xihe's heart, originally full of despair, suddenly rose into countless red and pink bubbles.
She suddenly felt at ease.
He Mingjue hugged her and walked out of Lan Lingzhou's villa. The car sped along the road like a gust of wind.
No one spoke, but the emotion that was growing crazily in the dark was slowly steaming in the corner, waiting to explode.
The car quickly arrived at the Wen family's villa, without waiting for Wen Xihe to get out of the car. The door on one side opened, and when Wen Xihe looked over, He Mingjue had already bent down and leaned in.
She blushed slightly and backed away, refusing the hug, "I, I can go in by myself..."
The man's hand showed no sign of stopping, and he resolutely reached out, took her over, and held her in his arms. A man's low laughter came from the chest where his cheek was pressed against her.
"You want everyone to see you in your nightgown?"
Wen Xihe looked down in surprise. Only then did he realize that he was still wearing Lan Lingzhou's black nightgown.
His face turned redder.
In the sight of everyone, Wen Xihe was carried all the way upstairs. The man kicked the door open with his feet and closed it again.
When the door closed, Wen Xihe was pressed tightly against the big bed by the man.
The man struggled to pull off his clothes and hers, and his hot body was pressed down in an instant. His breath was close to her ear, very ambiguous.