061 I don’t like scumbag men. The night was dark, which was perfect for a person to sleep soundly. The harsh sound of brakes coming from downstairs disturbed Duanmumu’s dream. She turned over irritably and retracted her head into the quilt.
A few minutes later, the door was slammed open and closed. She was confused and wanted to open her eyes and turn on the light to see what was going on. However, before her hand could touch the switch, her body was pressed down, accompanied by a pungent smell of wine.
The smell and fumes made her vomit.
"Leng Anyen, you are drunk and you went to the wrong room," Duanmumu could tell who this person was from the familiar scent. She pushed him away, but his body was as heavy as a dead pig.
Duanmumu didn't like to close the curtains when sleeping. At this moment, the moonlight shone in like silver and fell on her little face. Her skin was as white as jade, her pupils were dark, and she was impatient to be disturbed. Looking at her like this, there was something special about her.
.
Cold fingers caressed her face involuntarily. Leng Anyen thought of what she heard in the restaurant during the day, and her heart seemed to be tightened a little more by a thin thread, "Do you really want to leave me?"
His words were a bit incomprehensible, but they were true. Duanmumu nodded heavily, and the next second, his lips felt hot, and he kissed her wildly. The strong smell of wine made Duanmumu dizzy...
…
"Well..." The pain of grinding her lips and teeth made her wake up again, and Duanmumu slapped him hard.
Leng Anyen stopped. Surprisingly, he did not violate her any further as before, but looked at her with dark eyes like a bottomless canyon, filled with everything-devouring darkness.
She shrank, a trembling fear welling up deep in her heart.
"Leng Anyen, I'm very tired, can you please stop getting drunk?" At this moment, she just wanted to stay away from this man, because she was familiar with his dangers, not to mention that he was drunk.
His fingers caressed her porcelain cheeks, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes, "Honey, actually I'm not drunk..." As he said that, he burped from wine, choking Duanmu and unable to breathe.
Turning away from him, Duanmumu closed his eyes, "Okay, you're not drunk, but I'm going to be drunk by you. You want to sleep, right? The big bed is for you."
As he said that, Duanmumu was about to push him out of bed. She would rather sleep on the sofa tonight, but he didn't give her a chance at all. He suppressed her hard under him and pressed his face a little closer to hers. "What else?"
Women are eager to stick to me, why do you want to leave me, huh?"
This was a question he had been struggling with ever since he heard her talking to Lan Yiran.
When Duanmumu heard this question, he smiled faintly. That smile was like a white lotus blooming quietly under the moonlight, "Because I don't like scumbags."
Suddenly, the fingers on her face pressed hard, and her thin skin was almost crushed by him. His eyes looked straight at her, with anger, and his voice became stern, "
Am I so unbearable in your heart?"
She actually called him a scumbag. This was the first time in his life that Leng Anyen was ridiculed by a woman like this.
Duanmumu brushed his hand away, and the acquaintance with him flashed through his mind, "Having sex with women in the toilet, taking my lover and new wife on my honeymoon, allowing myself to have a mistress, and not saying a word to other men.
You took me on vacation but left me behind again, Leng Anyen, do you think you are not a scumbag or cheap enough like this?"
Originally, her heart was numb and she didn't feel anything, but now that she was scolding her like this, Duanmu Mu's heart could not help but feel sour. Fortunately, the night was thick enough, covering up the loneliness on her face, "Leng Anyen, a man like you, I
Duanmumu doesn't care about it, nor does he want it."
