Can it prove that Yifan Lu has no amnesia at all, otherwise, how could he, a grown man, be raped by a woman like her?
Unless you bring a pack of aphrodisiac.
Forget it, stop talking nonsense to her.
Mu Mu told Zhao Qingqing a few more words and left.
The thin waiter was wearing the resort's light green overalls, with the badge of the area waiter hanging on her chest, her long hair was tied into a ponytail, and her skinny hands were holding a plate with a glass of orange juice on it.
She opened the door of Cabin No. 11 with her key card. After entering, she glanced at the outer hall with her bright eyes. She could see the beautiful sea through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The window is open, the white curtains are fluttering wildly in the wind, and the layout of the room is simple and elegant. When you enter the door, you can see a pair of black men's leather shoes and a pair of white women's high heels.
The waiter gritted his teeth and looked at the pair of high heels with hatred, stepped on them twice, then walked straight into the room holding the plate.
The door was open, and a familiar scent of perfume hit your nostrils when you entered.
Her eyes were slightly warm, and her heart seemed to be pulled by something, and it moved slightly.
The man was facing the window, with his back to the door, wearing a bathrobe, lying there motionless, not knowing whether he was asleep or not.
The waiter's hands holding the plate trembled slightly as he walked towards the big bed step by step.
The drink in the cup rippled because of her shaking hands.
She walked to the bed and carefully poked her head to look at the man's face to see if he was asleep.
The man had his eyes closed, his mouth seemed to be smiling, his brows were flat, and he was sleeping carefree.
The waiter frowned in disappointment.
He had never slept so deeply and soundly when they were together.
Did she really have amnesia? Otherwise, how could he sleep when he saw her like that?
Putting down the tray in her hand, she bent down, holding the soft mattress with both hands, and crawled closer to the man inch by inch.
When she crawled very close to him and could hear his breathing, she stopped all movements and held her breath.
Listen to the man's breathing, lower your head, put your face against his back, and listen to his heartbeat.
Just let her feel it, see it and touch it, and she would be willing to let her die in the next second.
After listening for a while, she suddenly remembered something, slowly climbed up and sat up, and began to crawl towards the man's calf again.
She carefully looked at the man's calves and saw an obvious scar on the right calf.
That's right, this is their uncle. This scar is from that time he broke his leg.
Not sure if the fire had burned him anywhere, Mu Mu, pretending to be a waiter, started to lift the man's bathrobe again and check his body.
The man suddenly turned over.
Mu Mu was startled and hurriedly lay down.
Waiting for the man's movement.
One second...two seconds...three seconds...
N seconds passed, and there was no movement from the man. Mu Mu carefully raised his head again.
As soon as she raised her head, she fell into the man's deep black eyes.
It was so deep, like a swamp, that she kept falling.
The man also looked at her, motionless.
The two looked at each other for more than a minute before Mu Mu spoke first, "I've brought you a drink."
Somehow, she felt a little embarrassed.
It's like being caught as a thief.
The man asked expressionlessly: "What were you doing just now?"
After asking, he glanced at his bathrobe that was lifted up by Mu Mu, and an unknown smile flashed in his black eyes.
