Chapter 2: So Good Physical Strength
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Lu Lou arrived at the hotel lobby and took the doctor to the top floor. When he used the room card to enter the presidential suite, he was startled by the sound of a woman sobbing from the bedroom.
Lu Lou's face turned pale and blue in an instant. He exchanged glances with the doctor, then rushed forward to unlock the door. He only dared to open it a crack, took a quick look, and then slammed the door shut.
It was over, it was over. He shouldn't have put two insane people in the same room.
But it's too late to say anything now.
"Oh no! My cousin was tricked into drinking wolf blood. If the needle in his head is removed, it might hurt the girl."
Lu Lou was very anxious.
Because of his childhood experiences, Fu Shangbei has a traumatic experience with wolf blood. Once he comes into contact with wolf blood, he will become furious. When he loses control, he will not only hurt himself but also those around him.
Because of this incident, the Lu family asked him to follow his cousin and even learned acupuncture from a Chinese doctor so that he could help his cousin relieve the pain at any time.
Lu Lou pushed the doctor and said, "Go in and pull them apart."
The doctor was speechless: "Mr. Lu, how can we open this kind of thing?"
Lu Lou scratched his head awkwardly: "Yeah, that's right, they are getting high."
Listening to the lewd sounds coming from the room, Lu Lou shamefully had a thought: his cousin was 26 years old, and it was time for him to start having sex.
But I couldn't help but worry that someone might die inside. If someone died, my cousin's life would be ruined.
"Go in! If my cousin hurts anyone, call me and we can hold him down together!"
Lu Lou ignored the doctor's objection, opened the door and wanted to push the doctor into the room. Fortunately, the doctor held on to the door frame tightly and said.
"From what they said, no harmful actions were taken. Don't worry, Mr. Lu."
"How do you know?"
Lu Lou didn't believe it.
The doctor gave him a mysterious look and said, "Because I have a wife and you're single, I can't explain it to you."
Lu Lou: “…”
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When the first ray of light in the morning fell on her eyes, the woman wrapped in the quilt woke up, her jelly-red lips slightly opened, and the voice that came out was hoarse afterward.
"Mom Yan, it's so bright, please help me draw the curtains."
I subconsciously called out the name of an acquaintance, but got no response.
Yan Nuo said "Huh?" in confusion, squinting his eyes as he looked around at the unfamiliar environment, and suddenly his eyes widened in shock.
Where is this place? Who is the man next to me?
Oh my god, I was actually lying in the same bed with a man without any clothes on.
At this moment, Yan Nuo felt like the sky was falling. Tears rolled down his face, his body trembling. He hid in his bed, clutching the quilt, trying hard to piece together his memories. Finally, he pieced together a rough outline...
When his thoughts returned, Yan Nuo didn't care about the soreness in his body. He had only one thought: leave here!
Before leaving, Yan Nuo crawled over, reached out to lift the quilt covering the man's head, and saw the sleeping face of the man who had tormented her to death last night.
It looks so beautiful!
He has deep facial features, perfect proportions, and eight-pack abs.
"Alas, if you were my boyfriend and you were honest and kind, and you were consistent inside and out, I wouldn't feel like I was at a disadvantage. Unfortunately, we're just strangers, and now I feel like I've been at a disadvantage."
Yan Nuo sighed secretly, his heart felt as sad as if it had been soaked in a ball of acid water. He looked away with red eyes and tears in his eyes. He threw back the quilt and got out of bed. He picked up the clothes on the ground and held them in his arms, then limped into the bathroom.
It is written in novels that after that, the male protagonist will go to great lengths to carry his little wife to take a bath, and then carry her back to bed to hug her to sleep.
Yan Nuo finally understood that novels are just novels. In reality, few men are as physically strong as the male protagonists in novels.
After taking a shower, Yan Nuo put on his own clothes. Clothes that had been worn for a day inevitably had a smell, a stinky one. Yan Nuo was disgusted, but he could only endure the smell and change them when he got home.
Last night, if she hadn't warned the man not to damage her clothes, he would have torn her shirt and skirt into shreds.
"Where's my hair tie?"
After searching for a long time, I didn't find her cherry hairband. Instead, I accidentally saw the man's hand sticking out from the quilt. There were many wounds on the palm of his hand caused by fingernails, and it was still bleeding.
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