Lu Wanwan moved her hands, blinked her watery eyes, and said ignorantly: "Let go."

Han Jingmo: "..." He obviously hugged her tighter.

He tried to get up, but failed.

She was really strong, just like she said, but she looked so petite.

Han Jingmo looked at her helplessly for a while, parted his lips and asked: "Are you still thirsty?"

Lu Wanwan's mouth hurt, and she didn't want to talk, so she shook her head.

"...Then you said you wanted to drink water just now?" Han Jingmo raised his eyebrows.

Lu Wanwan half-squinted her eyes, her clear eyes sparkling with water, and she thought for a long time with a slow reaction, and then pouted lightly, meaning that her mouth hurt and she wanted to drink water.

Han Jingmo was stunned for a moment, his pupils slightly dilated, her moist lower lip was full and red, like a fresh and tempting cherry, slightly pouted, as if inviting him to pick it.

Without hesitation, he lowered his head and kissed her.

His movements were gentle, as if he was treating a fragile valuable.

His hands unconsciously lingered on her waist, and her delicate skin was like the finest mutton-fat jade, making him unable to let go.

Lu Wanwan frowned slightly, the place where his mouth was bitten was already painful, and it hurt more when it was touched, but there were other feelings, especially in the waist, as if a weak current passed through it, and the tailbone became numb.

Subconsciously, he stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick it, but got a more intense response, a more numbing touch.

In short, it was a very strange feeling.

Instinctively, she moved her body.

Han Jingmo stopped as soon as she moved, carefully observing her expression, worried that he would hurt her without carefulness.

The next moment, he felt her hand loosening from his.

Han Jingmo felt a sense of loss.

Han Jingmo: "..."

"What is this? It's a bit prickly and uncomfortable." Lu Wanwan reached out and touched it again.

Han Jingmo: "..."

"Take it away." Lu Wanwan pushed it softly.

Han Jingmo: "..."

He sucked in a breath of cold air, unable to bear her torment. When Han Jingmo was thinking whether to eat him directly or behave like a gentleman, Lu Wanwan put both hands on him again, patted him on the back gently, and hummed in a voice that was out of tune: "Good baby, good baby"

Han Jingmo: "..." He couldn't

help but chuckle, and thought of his behavior just now, and felt a little annoyed.

He didn't expect that his rationality would dissipate and his actions would be violent. Just like last night when he heard her say that she liked someone in the game, he was furious, but still expressionless, but he got up and smashed the computer directly.

This was the second time he got angry and vented his temper on the objects around him. The first time was when he was nine years old. His mother said to him hatefully, "Why don't you just die..."

Han Jingmo closed his eyes. It had been a long time since he felt this way. This behavior that was beyond his self-control made him a little irritated.

In his cognition, there were ways to solve all problems. He could get the results he wanted by taking every step carefully.

But things related to Lu Wanwan seemed to be easily out of control.

Yesterday, today, it happened twice in a row.

Han Jingmo stared at the person under him. After a while, he gave up struggling and thought, since it has happened twice, let's make it a whole.

So, he lowered his head and blocked the mouth that was out of tune and ran to the Atlantic Ocean.

Their lips and tongues entangled for a moment.

Before Lu Wanwan had difficulty breathing, she tilted her head to avoid him, revealing her jade-like neck in front of him, as if offering an active sacrifice.

The hands holding him tightened.

Han Jingmo's eyes dimmed a little, and his burning gaze fell on her skin. The drunken promiscuity was a good excuse.

But...

He sighed, leaned down resignedly, buried his forehead in her shoulder, greedily and intoxicatedly sniffed the faint epiphyllum scent on her body, soothing the restlessness in his body.

Although in fact, what had a more soothing effect was the "baby good boy" in her mouth, which had completely lost its tone.

At some point, Lu Wanwan's voice gradually became smaller, and the hand that was patting his back also stopped. He fell asleep.

Han Jingmo lay on her without moving, nor did he want to move.

As she took a long breath, he slowly closed his eyes.

The next morning, sunlight shone through the curtains, slowly moving and pouring on the wide bed.

Lu Wanwan felt a little dazzled, frowned, and opened her eyes reluctantly. Her head hurt a little from the hangover, and she couldn't concentrate. It took her a while to remember what happened yesterday.

She went out to eat with Han Jingmo, and the waiter served the wrong dish and mixed her juice with strong liquor, and then she got drunk.

After that, she lost all memory. She only remembered that Han Jingmo sent her back, and she didn't remember anything else.

She moved her lips, but felt a tearing pain. She hissed, reached out to the bedside table and felt around for a while, then took out a small mirror to look at herself. Her lips were a little swollen and seemed to be broken.

Did she fall when she came back yesterday? Did she break her mouth?

That's too embarrassing!

I hope Han Jingmo didn't see it. She

glanced at the time. It was already past ten o'clock, but she didn't have any scenes this morning, so she didn't have to rush to the set, and she could take some time to heal the broken lip. She

also had a severe headache, but didn't want to get up, so she pulled up the quilt and continued to sleep.

She turned over, but found something was wrong.

The black thing in front of her was a different color from her quilt. She reached out and touched it. It was warm. It was a person...

Who the hell was this!

He wouldn't have had sex after drinking!

His eyes moved upwards, gray-black pajamas, tight collarbones, sexy Adam's apple, smooth chin, thin and tightly pursed lips, straight nose, closed eyes, thick eyelashes, slightly wrinkled eyebrows, Han Jingmo!

Lu Wanwan was frightened and fell off the bed. Fortunately,

there was a thick blanket on the floor, so it didn't hurt.

But he was dizzy for a while. Lu Wanwan rubbed his waist and thought something was wrong. He looked around and saw that this was her room.

In other words, it was Han Jingmo lying on her bed...

The man lying on her bed was her idol, the one she wanted to knock down. What was there to be afraid of?

At this perfect moment, she had to rush over to him!

If she didn't, she would be unworthy of the red scarf on her chest!

Lu Wanwan secretly straightened up and climbed onto the bed. She was going to do what a real flower thief would do!

But halfway through, Han Jingmo's eyelashes trembled and she woke up.

Lu Wanwan wailed, couldn't she sleep a little longer?

"What for?" Han Jingmo asked drowsily when he saw her chin resting on the edge of the bed, with only her hairy head exposed.

"Can you sleep a little longer?" Lu Wanwan looked pitiful.

"Oh." Han Jingmo closed his eyes and continued to sleep. He was really sleepy. He was tortured by Lu Wanwan in the second half of the night.

Lu Wanwan was stunned for a moment, then she regrouped and climbed up excitedly. Even a headache couldn't stop her! She is so ambitious!