He carried her all the way back to the room, swiped the room card to enter, put Lu Wanwan on the bed, bent down to take off her shoes, but didn't dare to take off her clothes...

After tidying up, Han Jingmo moved a stool to sit beside the bed and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Yes!" Lu Wanwan said excitedly.

"Where are you feeling uncomfortable?" Han Jingmo frowned.

"It's hot!"

"...Bear with it for a while."

Lu Wanwan said "oh", closed her eyes and lay on the bed. After lying there for a while, she still felt hot and subconsciously wanted to reach out to take off her clothes.

Han Jingmo's eyelids twitched, and he reached out to hold her: "Be careful not to catch a cold."

Lu Wanwan frowned, and her hand was held by him and could not move. She struggled twice, but couldn't get free, so she pinched it tentatively. It was not too soft, but slightly cool, and the touch was very good. She couldn't help but pinch it twice more.

"Don't move." Han Jingmo wanted to pull his hand back, but she grabbed it tightly and put it on her forehead: "It's cool, a little more comfortable!"

Han Jingmo: "..."

After a pause, he couldn't help asking: "Are you excited?"

"No!" The answer was high-spirited.

Han Jingmo: "..."

But fortunately, it's okay to be excited, at least it's not noisy, which is already good.

"Do you want some water?" Han Jingmo asked.

"I want to..." Lu Wanwan stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked her dry lips.

Han Jingmo's breathing stagnated, his eyes dimmed a little, his gaze glued to her cherry-red lips. He forced himself to look away before making an inappropriate move. He wanted to pull his hand back, but she held it tightly and he couldn't pull it back. She was still very strong.

"Let me go first." Han Jingmo's burning eyes fell on her flushed cheeks.

"Let go." Lu Wanwan muttered, but her hand still held him tightly.

Han Jingmo sighed and said in a negotiating tone: "Be good, let go first."

"Let go!" She answered impatiently.

Han Jingmo: "..."

Lu Wanwan waited for a while, but no one spoke to her. She opened her eyes a little and looked around blankly for a while before finding the right focus. She said to the wall, "I'm thirsty and want to drink some water."

"...I'm here." Han Jingmo frowned.

"Oh." Lu Wanwan turned her head following the sound, but couldn't see clearly. It was like many shadows overlapped together. She could only vaguely see a human figure. She repeated, "Thirsty."

"Then let go."

"Okay."

This time, she let go honestly.

Han Jingmo poured her a glass of water, helped her up a little, put the glass to her mouth, lifted it slightly, and helped her drink it mouthful by mouthful.

The water was cold, and Lu Wanwan felt very comfortable after drinking it. She drank another glass before stopping.

"Go to sleep." Han Jingmo helped her lie back down.

"Always spinning..." Lu Wanwan frowned, feeling that she had been spinning in circles while lying flat, but when the slightly cool hand was withdrawn, she quickly grabbed it and put it on her forehead.

Han Jingmo no longer had a temper, so he let her hold him and artificially cooled him down.

Lu Wanwan looked at the ceiling with blurry eyes for a while, then turned her head to look at him, squinting to identify him for a long time, and asked: "You haven't left yet?"

"Can you still see clearly?" Han Jingmo laughed.

"Yes." Lu Wanwan leaned forward and looked for a while, and concluded: "It's a person."

"..." Fortunately, the species has not changed.

Lu Wanwan lay back, holding her with one hand, rubbing his temples with the other hand, muttering softly, and no one knew what he was saying.

Han Jingmo leaned over, put his ear close to her lips, and heard her say: "Han Jingmo... that bastard, so hateful... but he's also good-looking..."

Han Jing raised his head, looked into her misty eyes, and asked softly: "Han Jingmo, bastard?"

"Yeah, don't tell him I said that." Lu Wanwan felt the slightly cold hand slide down, then pushed up, and continued to stick to her forehead, murmuring: "He is a person with a bad... bad personality. He is scary when he has a cold face, and he is very rude when he speaks. He is handsome... handsome for only three seconds, but..."

Han Jingmo smiled, but his tone was slightly cold: "But what?"

"But..." I just like him, Lu Wanwan pursed her lips and said pitifully: "Go away and don't affect my light."

Han Jingmo didn't look away, his dark eyes moved from her blurry eyes to her red lips, paused for a few seconds, and kissed her as he wished.

Her red lips slightly opened, like a silent invitation.

The tip of his tongue drove straight in, and his mouth was full of the fragrance of drunkenness, which made him addicted.

He felt that he was going to be drunk too.

At this moment, what happened in the game last night suddenly flashed through his mind. Han Jingmo's body stiffened and the kissing stopped, but his lips were still attached to her and did not leave.

Lu Wanwan's brain reacted slowly, and she didn't know what happened yet. She blinked, and her thick eyelashes fluttered, brushing against his cheek.

Slight itching and numbness were Han Jingmo's first reaction.

Suddenly he felt his shoulder sink. She was pushing him.

She wanted to push him away.

This realization made him extremely unhappy.

Recalling what she said yesterday, Han Jingmo's eyes were filled with hostility, and he kissed her again.

Without the tenderness and lingeringness just now, this kiss was rough and fierce, with a punitive nature. The hand pressing on her shoulder also exerted a little force, trying to hold her in his arms.

Lu Wanwan instinctively felt uncomfortable and wanted to refuse.

But this action angered him even more. He kissed her urgently and roughly, as if he wanted to soothe the dark side of his heart in this way.

Han Jingmo bit her lips with his teeth, rubbing them until they bled and then letting her go. After

licking the blood off her lips and looking at her enchanting red lips, Han Jingmo's eyes were deep and his breathing was slightly disordered: "You are mine."

His tone was smooth without any ups and downs, as if he was stating a fact.

Lu Wanwan was panting heavily, her thoughts could not keep up, and she could not understand what he said. She blinked her watery and confused eyes and instinctively said: "It hurts..."

Her moist lower lip was a little swollen, but it was shining with water, fresh and tempting.

Han Jingmo kissed her again, licked her gently with the tip of his tongue, and rubbed his hands on her shoulders. Her skin was delicate and white, almost transparent, and you could see the clear blood vessels, which made people want to bite it.

He followed his desires, from the corner of her lips to her chin, and then to her neck, leaving a gentle and cherishing kiss.

Lu Wanwan's body trembled, her eyes were blurred, and she felt even hotter at the moment. Her mouth hurt when she spoke, but it was hot when she didn't speak. After struggling for a while, she reluctantly said, "Drink some water..."

Han Jingmo's movements suddenly stopped, as if he had woken up from a dream, and he realized his behavior. He closed his eyes in annoyance, buried his head in the crook of her neck, and smelled the faint scent of Epiphyllum on her body.

Lu Wanwan touched the furry head beside her neck, feeling like it was a big dog, and reached out to hug it again.

Han Jingmo's body tensed up, he opened his eyes, looked up at her: "Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts..." She looked wronged and pitiful.

He was impulsive, Han Jingmo pressed on her, and whispered: "Let me go, I'll pour you some water."