After working all day, Wraith returned to his room at night. When he returned to the room, he saw that the woman was not awake yet, so he frowned, then turned around and went to take a shower. After taking a shower, he naturally went to bed.
In the darkness, he glanced at the sleeping woman and said, "You're so drunk, your family won't care about you?" A drunk man wouldn't sleep for two days and two nights, let alone a woman.
Gradually, he fell into a deep sleep, and he slept very peacefully that night. At around four o'clock in the morning, before Wraith woke up, Emmaus woke up with a headache. She shook her aching head.
, not only her head hurt, but now her whole body hurt terribly.
She opened her eyes with difficulty, stood up slowly, and glanced at the surrounding environment, "Where is this?" It was a very unfamiliar environment, it looked like a room.
House? Room?!
Emma's brain suddenly woke up. Damn it, she didn't drink too much and was fucked by three perverted old men.
"Nima, I should have known better not to drink so much." Emmas thought wildly, turning around to look for someone to see which old immortal was trying to steal her innocence, and she was playing with his life.
As soon as she lowered her head, she saw the sleeping ghost. He had an authentic Western face. Although his eyes were closed, he could not hide his royal temperament. His nose was high and his mouth was thin and red. Who is this man? It was not yesterday.
The perverted old man she was drinking with was.
Could it be that this man took advantage of her while she drank too much?
Thinking of this, Emmas raised her foot and kicked Wraith to the ground. Wraith was sleeping soundly, so he was not prepared and fell to the ground with a bang.
"Oh~~" Even if Wraith is sleeping soundly, it's time to wake up now.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a woman with a murderous look on her face sitting in front of her, glaring at him.
"I went crazy as soon as I woke up." Wraith quickly got up from the ground and climbed onto the bed. He looked a bit rogue like this.
"Who are you? Why are you here? Are you taking advantage of me when I drink too much?" Emmas had an angry face, sitting on her waist and pointing at Wraith and shouting.
Wraith glanced at her and ignored her, "Stupid woman." She was simply brainless.
"You're not stupid. If you're not stupid, come to me." She hated men who spoke forcefully.
"This is my bed." Wraith said slowly.
"Uh..." Emmaus then remembered that this was not her room. Her room was not that beautiful. Compared with this, her room was just a slum.
"Then I shouldn't be in your bed either." Emmas confidently believed that this man must have been kidnapped by her while she was drunk.
"Uh-huh, that's right, you shouldn't be in my bed. If you weren't about to die, I wouldn't have bothered to let you go to my bed." Ghost glanced at her, and it seemed that the blush on her body had recovered.
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Emmas looked at Wraith in confusion, wanting to see if he was lying.
"Look at your clothes." Wraith was too lazy to talk nonsense to her.
Emmas then remembered. She looked down and saw that the clothes were still the same ones she was wearing. There was nothing messy about them. She reached into the quilt and touched it secretly. Well...it seemed that nothing had changed.
"I know this time, let's talk about it and let's settle the score!" Wraith became interested now. He couldn't let a woman lead him by the nose again and again, right?
"Uh, um, what's the account?" Emma thought awkwardly. She quietly glanced at the four bundles of money on the bedside table. They couldn't be asking for her money.