Yan Mojiu understood Meng Mingxuan's confession, but his heart remained calm.

Because, it's just a dream.

Outside of her dream, she likes Yin Ting.

Don't like him.

But he still raised his head slightly and said to the person in his dream: "I'm actually not someone who is easy to deceive. If Mingxuan likes me, prove it to me."

Prove it to him?

How to prove it?

Meng Mingxuan suddenly remembered what had just happened, and stepped back with a blushing face, her voice a little embarrassed and annoyed, "I don't do that kind of thing."

Yan Mojiu grabbed her back and asked, "What kind of thing are you not going to do?"

“…”

Meng Mingxuan naturally couldn't say it out loud, as she wasn't as shameless as him.

Yan Mojiu gently pinched the back of her neck, a bit like pinching a kitten, and she instantly felt as if her lifeblood was being pinched by him.

"Kiss me."

Meng Mingxuan breathed a sigh of relief. This wasn't difficult.

But he had to wash up first.

She pulled at her pajamas, which were barely covering anything, and stood up, pulling him along. "Go to the bathroom."

"Just a kiss, but you still need to pick a location?"

"...You need to wash your face and rinse your mouth first." Otherwise she couldn't kiss him.

Yan Mojiu didn't quite understand what Meng Mingxuan meant, but as he was drunk he was very obedient and let Meng Mingxuan pull him to the bathroom and hand him mouthwash.

Meng Mingxuan wet the towel, wrung it dry, and washed his face.

"When are you going to kiss me?" Yan Mojiu lowered his eyes and looked at Meng Mingxuan, who was taking care of her husband like a wife. "If you don't want to kiss me, just say so."

Meng Mingxuan found his insistence on kissing her funny. Besides, hadn't she kissed him before? Is his memory worse than a goldfish when he's drunk?

But she had no intention of arguing with him about that.

She put the towel down, stood on tiptoe, hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him, just like he kissed her, trying to make him feel that she liked him.

Yan Mojiu looked at her closing her eyes when she kissed him, and suddenly grabbed her waist and carried her onto the table.

"Open your eyes." He used his fingers to play with her long, curly eyelashes.

Meng Mingxuan opened her eyes and said, "Who kisses with their eyes open?"

That's weird.

"Who are you kissing with your eyes closed?"

“…”

What the hell.

"Can you see who I am?" He was unreasonable.

Meng Mingxuan was just about to explode with anger, but he suddenly turned his head and looked towards the bathroom, "Where is that woman?"

"..." He wasn't talking about her, was he?

"There was a woman in the bathroom just now, I chased her out." Yan Mojiu looked around but didn't see anyone, so he turned around and held Meng Mingxuan's face, "Mingxuan, can you help me chase her out next time? Brother's innocence is very important."

You are innocent as hell.

I gave you your innocence last night.

Meng Mingxuan had a blank expression on her face. "Does this happen to you often?"

“Not often.” You never meet someone without clothes.

Sometimes not!

Meng Mingxuan took a deep breath and asked, "Who dares to give you a woman, Master Lincheng Jiu?"

Yan Mojiu paused, looking her up and down, "Mingxuan, do you mind?"

"I mind it to death." She yanked the towel knot around his waist fiercely, "I'm super jealous."

Yan Mojiu's aura became cheerful and he was in a very good mood.

He bent down and kissed her lips. "It's true that no one dared to force a woman on me. They wanted to be your sister-in-law, but I don't like them. I won't even look at them."

Meng Mingxuan naturally wouldn't ask him who he liked. She lightly drew a circle around his heart with her finger and said in a deadly cold tone, "The woman you just kicked out of the bathroom was me."

Yan Mojiu paused.

Meng Mingxuan looked at his expression and just as she could not help laughing, he pulled her under the shower.

"What are you doing?"

She was drenched from head to toe by the hot water.

"Let me recall." He took two steps back, almost to the bathroom door, then raised his eyes and looked at her.

At first, the sight seemed to be a genuine memory, but gradually it changed in nature, with a vague darkness and depth that made people feel nervous.

Meng Mingxuan knew that her pajamas were very transparent, and subconsciously tried to turn around, but he took a step forward and pushed her against the bathroom wall.

"Nine……"

She called out to him, and he lowered his head to seal her lips, kissing her hard and fast.

The bath towel around Yan Mojiu's waist could not bear the weight and slid to the ground.

"Mingxuan won't be angry no matter what brother does, right?" Yan Mojiu's voice was filled with strong possessiveness, and his eyes were almost bloodshot.

Like prey falling into the hands of a hunter, Meng Mingxuan subconsciously lowered her head to take a look.

She felt a wave of fear in her heart.

"I won't be angry, but you have to say you love me." She wanted to hear this.

"I love you."

The answer came too easily, and was different from what Meng Mingxuan had expected.

It’s easy to deceive drunken Ninth Brother.

She stared at him blankly, "Wow."

Her expression was so adorable that Yan Mojiu lost his patience. He pinched her lower body with one hand and held her legs with the other, then kissed her heavily.

Meng Mingxuan's brows suddenly tightened and her little face wrinkled.

The nails left scars on his shoulders.

While she was enduring, she suddenly realized something and struggled to tell him that she didn't take it, but he had completely lost his mind and would not listen to anything she said.

…

When Yan Mojiu woke up, his head still ached slightly.

He didn't care about this. He just looked at Meng Mingxuan who was sleeping like a pig in his arms, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

He lowered his head to kiss her on the face, but his eyes were quickly drawn to the marks on her body.

Many images gradually emerged from his mind, forming a little night story. Before Yan Mojiu could feel distressed and blame himself for losing control after being drunk, his body stiffened again.

This smell.

Yan Mojiu was very sensitive to the smell of blood. His breath gradually subsided, and he stood up and pulled away the quilt on Meng Mingxuan's body.

Sure enough, those frighteningly gorgeous red flowers bloomed on the bed.

Yan Mojiu's Adam's apple twitched, not because of anything else, but because of fear.

The air conditioner was set on low setting and Meng Mingxuan was woken up by the cold.

She looked sleepily at Yan Mojiu, who had lifted her up and looked pale, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Don't be afraid, I won't let anything happen to you." Yan Mojiu stood up calmly and quickly found a skirt to put on Meng Mingxuan, "Let's go to the hospital."

Go to the hospital?

When Meng Mingxuan saw him reaching out to hug her, her confused mind finally cleared up.

She also saw the mess on the bed.

"Wow, no need to take medicine."

She held Yan Mojiu's arm and sighed from the bottom of her heart.

Yan Mojiu paused, vaguely understanding something, and lowered his eyes to look at her.

"Period?"

"Um."

Meng Mingxuan looked at the sudden relief in his eyes and squeezed his cold fingertips, "Why are your hands so cold?"

Yan Mojiu looked at her meaningfully, then picked her up and walked towards the bathroom.

When he put her down, he raised his cold fingers and glanced at her, "Hollowed out."

Meng Mingxuan was stunned at first, then realized that he was answering her previous question about cold hands.

“…”