The next second, there was a loud bang.

Gong Ziming pinned her to the ground.

"..."

"Gong Ziming, what's wrong with you? You're drunk." The tone was helpless.

Gong Ziming didn't care at all.

He was furious. How could she look at her ex in front of him? How could she say she was going to see his ex in front of him?

Ex, ex, are you taking advantage of him because he doesn't have an ex?

An angry expression was hidden in the dim light.

Rong Shang had just opened her mouth and uttered a single word.

The next second she was flipped over.

With her back to him, the man raised his hand and slapped her!

He just smacked her butt.

The force was neither too light nor too heavy.

When the voice came, Rong Shang looked embarrassed.

This is the first time.

This guy!!

"Gong Zimo!"

"Yunxi!"

She yelled at him, and he yelled at her back.

After yelling at him, he inexplicably felt wronged, "You still can't let him go, can you?"

What?

"How is that possible!"

That's completely untrue.

"Yunxi, do you like him more than me?"

When she was dating Zhang Ze, how much did she like him the most, and how much does she like him now?

He's here again, and he's starting to act up.

Rong Shang finally turned around, but before she could explain, he leaned down again, resting his head against her high, rounded breasts.

Rong Chang glanced at it, then paused.

He thought to himself, "You certainly know how to find a spot."

"Yunxi, when you were dating him, did you ever think about marrying him?"

"No," she answered truthfully.

He was a little skeptical, "Am I special to you?"

"You prefer me to marry me because I've reached a certain age, right?"

He really is!! Rong Shang was so frustrated she wanted to hit him.

"No." Rong Shang rolled her eyes. "I just want to ask you, what exactly are you insecure about?"

"..."

“Listen, you are ten thousand times better than Zhang Ze, and I love you a billion times more than I love him.”

What's the point of comparing them?

They're not even in the same league.

However, Rong Chang could understand him to some extent.

She gently patted his back, pretending to comfort him, "Zi Mo, I love you. No one can compare to you. In my heart, you are the most special one."

He has no idea how good he is.

Perhaps moved by her sincere words, Gong Ziming rubbed against her with satisfaction.

Then he leaned in and kissed her lips repeatedly.

The smell of alcohol wafted over, and Rong Shang turned her face away in dissatisfaction.

She nudged him, "Go take a shower."

You're so drunk, are you heartbroken?

"I don't."

I don't know when men started becoming so shameless.

He rubbed against her, pouting, "I just want a kiss."

Hmm.

Hey, darling.

Rong Shang herself shivered.

Undeterred, Rong Shang yelled at him, "Go now!"

He stared blankly at her, then looked up at her for a few seconds before pursing his lips.

I feel wronged.

"You look down on me, don't you?"

"..."

Rong Shang raised her hands in a gesture of surrender, "I was wrong, little ancestor."

It's so late, can you please stop making a scene?

She leaned in and kissed him on the lips, then patted his head. "Go wash up, then it's time for bed."

All right.

He said he had no other choice, and then he staggered off her.

He even let out a burp as he got up.

Afterwards, Rong Shang couldn't tell whether he was faking it or was really drunk.

She walked towards the door for a while, but when she called her back, she walked back to the bed.

In short, we didn't find the right place.

Then, he plopped down on the bed.

call.

She fell asleep.

Rong Chang, “…”