Chapter 1 (1/2)

At ten o'clock in the evening, the moon is charming.

Room 101, top floor of Parkson Gate Hotel.

In the room where I can't see my fingers, I think of an ambiguous gasp

Xia Xingcheng opens his eyes, only to feel that he is so confused that he can't see clearly. His body is burning like a fire.

It seems that someone is pressing on her. She struggles to push the other person, but the person does not move.

Her mind was in a mess, with no clue at all.

I just vaguely remember that I was catching up with my fiance who came back from abroad. Because I was so happy and drunk, I was sent back to my room to have a rest by my stepsister.

I didn't expect to wake up and see this scene.

”Who are you...” Xia Xing orange's voice became fragmented under the man's action, and he didn't even have the strength to push his chest away.

But the answer was just a heavy gasp and a more close body.

”You let me go...”

She has never been such a sink, desire by the other side of the traction, involuntarily in response to this man.

The body of the other party is extremely hot, and the frowning look is not right. Xia Xingcheng feels strange, but he can't stop the man.

She gradually lost consciousness with each other's constant collision, and finally fell into a coma.

The sky outside is getting darker and darker. At about three o'clock in the morning, the cell phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrates violently.

The man frowned to wake up from his sleep, his eyes slipped over the mess in front of him, and looked at the only thin covered Summer Star orange on the bed, his face suddenly darkened.

He picked up his cell phone and pressed it down hard. The violence in his eyes almost came out without any disguise.

It seems that he is really impatient to dare to play medicine against him.

He got up, lifted his quilt and went to the bathroom for a shower. Then he turned around and left the room without a trace of nostalgia, as if the person in the bed was just an object, and there was no need to look at it.

……

Wait until Xia Xingcheng wakes up, it is the morning of the next day.

When she opened her eyes, she felt a splitting headache, and her whole body was as sore as if she had been beaten.

She sat at the head of the bed, and last night's scenes flashed through her brain like a movie, leaving her shivering with despair.

It is obvious that the man who has gone through the ups and downs with her is not his fiance Xu Hao, who has lost his innocence in such a strange situation.

What to do

What should I do?

She hurriedly picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on. She just wanted to go home and wash them. She didn't want to stay here for a second.