If the prince is a princess, what kind of shit is that? 2
"Who are you?" Fan Momo quickly sat up, groping with his hands, and found the quilt covering his body. He looked at the man who had been kicked out of bed with his eyes angrily.
Why did this man appear on her bed?
Call the police! She wants to call the police! She wants to find her mobile phone to call the police! She reached out in a panic and groped around the big bed, trying to find the mobile phone and call the police.
Despite this, her eyes were still watching the man sitting on the ground warily, for fear that he would do something again!
However, she ran her hands around and couldn't find her phone. Moreover, the feel of the bed... was obviously not right.
Thinking about it, she couldn't help lowering her head suddenly and looking at the big bed she was currently in...
Red bedding?
Seeing this, she frowned, no, this is not her bed at all.
This bed, compared to her own bed, is a little harder and not that soft.
And, it's huge.
It seems that the width is almost three or four meters...
Three-meter big bed?
Thinking about it, she suddenly looked around in panic.
This is her room! This big red bed...a big bed that is several times bigger than her single bed! Moreover, this bed is carved with complex and gorgeous patterns.
The furnishings in the house, the tables and cabinets, and even the washstand all have an ancient charm to them.
She had never seen such an antique thing before. Even when she went to her grandma's house in the countryside, she had never seen such an ancient thing.
On the walls, on the bed, even on the quilt, you can see the bright red word "happy" everywhere.
This made Fan Momo look even more surprised at everything in the room, including the good-looking man with long hair in front of him.
The man was kicked out of bed by Fan Momo. At first, his eyes looked at her in confusion on the bed, but later, his face became more and more ugly, and his eyes gradually became angry...
"Silly woman! How dare you kick me?!" He looked at the person on the bed with great dissatisfaction, and then quickly adjusted his posture to prevent himself from looking too embarrassed.
His voice is magnetic and rich...
Just like his face, it gives people a beautiful illusion.
Silly woman? Is she calling herself?
This king? He calls himself this king?
Fan Momo frowned. He called himself a silly woman and called himself the king?
Where did this strange man come from? How could he be in bed with her?
And, where is this place now?
Fan Momo tried hard to think about it in his head...
She only remembered that today was the weekend and she was going to go hiking with Wu Chenhui and Zhou Meng.
But...then she seemed to be pushed by someone...and then fell down the mountain...
Fan Momo still has lingering fears when he thinks of the moment he fell down the mountain.
She hurriedly stretched out her arms, but what she saw was a pair of unfamiliar, tender white arms, and she was stunned.
These were not her hands at all! She looked at those hands in surprise, then reached out and touched her face... This felt wrong! Then, she touched her hair again.
What my hands touched was very soft and long hair...
This hair is not her hair at all.
Her hair was originally straw hair caused by malnutrition and improper care.
Thinking of this, Fan Momo's face instantly turned pale...