Because of the curtains, the light in the room seemed particularly dim even during the day. The cold room was indescribably desolate, making people feel even heavier.
After rubbing his head with a splitting headache, Mo Yichen sat up. He seemed to have had a dream, dreaming that he and Xiaoman were doing the most intimate things between men and women in the dream.
, he was so happy and happy in the dream...
Of course he would not have thought that, in fact, that dream was real, but that person was not Mu Yiman.
Mo Yichen buried his head in his knees and suddenly didn't want to open his eyes. If he continued to sleep, he would continue to enjoy the happiness in the dream. After opening his eyes, there would be nothing! [
He knew that it was just a dream. Mu Yi was beside Qian Zihan, how could she be here?
At this time, a woman's cry suddenly came from beside her. Yang Zixin turned over and continued to sleep sweetly. She didn't realize that the man beside her had woken up. He was so rude last night and wouldn't let her go.
So exhausted!
It was a woman's voice, it turned out to be a woman's voice. How could there be a woman in his room? His sleepiness suddenly disappeared. He woke up quickly and turned his head away. Then his expression changed from shock to anger, and there was a faint trace in his eyes.
A trend about to burst into flames.
Hmm... so cold! In her sleep, Yang Zixin seemed to feel a cold breath surrounding her whole body. She couldn't help shrinking from the cold, stretched out her bare arms, pulled up the quilt, and pulled the quilt tightly.
Wrap yourself tightly and continue to sleep...
But the next second, she had no time to react or scream!
With a strong blow, her body had rolled to the ground. On the bed was Mo Yichen's cold and handsome face.
What happened? Yang Zixin couldn't care less about sleeping. The pain in her body made it impossible for her to sleep anymore. She suddenly opened her eyes and met those eyes that made her whole body chill.
My heart skipped a beat because I was so scared.
His expression clearly told her that she was dead, and Yang Zixin immediately turned pale. Thinking of Mo Yichen's true character, cruel, bloodthirsty, and ruthless, she felt terrified in her heart.
"Chen..." She trembled her lips before saying one word, but her slender neck was already tightened.
Facing this tender and charming body that was with him last night, his expression did not change. Damn it, he seemed to understand something. Last night, he actually regarded this woman as a
Chen couldn't control his strength any more, and his hands used more force. Yang Zixin almost rolled her eyes.
"Let...ahem, let go!" Yang Zixin desperately scratched her neck and pinched her fingers. There was fear of death in her eyes. She was no match for him at all.
"Tell me, what happened last night?" He lifted her in front of him like she was carrying rubbish, and Mo Yichen's handsome face was almost ferocious and twisted.
"What... nothing happened... happened!" Yang Zixin said immediately to save her life.