After Yue Zheng carried the drunk Qiao Muer into the apartment, he carried her back to the big bed in the bedroom.
Looking at the little woman lying on the bed with her thin eyebrows slightly twisted together, her lips pursed, as if she couldn't have a peaceful sleep even in her dreams, Yue Zheng's deep eyes were filled with helplessness.
Yue Zheng, who was originally angry because of her "breaking his promise" and decided to ignore Qiao Muer for a night, could only sit by the bed and reach out to touch Qiao Muer's delicate face.
"Mu'er..." He lowered his eyes to look at her, his deep blue eyes still showing his arrogance, "Since you like me so much, I will forgive you this time."
Yue Zheng had no intention of forgiving Qiao Muer.
At the very least, he would have to let her act coquettishly and apologize to him, hug him and coax him, before he would reluctantly listen to her.
But just now, when he heard the man named Chu Siyuan say that his Mu'er had been repeating the word "An'an" all night long.
Yue Zheng's awkward heart was healed in an instant.
The man's slender fingers gently touched Qiao Muer's soft cheek, and he said to the sleeping little woman word by word: "Qiao Muer, it turns out that you like me so much... In the future, you must continue to like me like this, and you are not allowed to change your mind."
After he finished speaking, Yue Zheng leaned over and kissed the woman's soft lips.
As Qiao Muer whimpered unconsciously after getting drunk, he took off the clothes of the little woman under him bit by bit and took her into his broad arms.
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The next day, when Qiao Muer woke up in the morning sunshine, she was lying on her side, with a man holding her in his arms from behind.
Qiao Muer slowly opened her sleepy eyes and found herself naked. All her sleepiness was gone.
The woman's soft almond-shaped eyes suddenly opened wide, and the next moment, when Qiao Muer looked down and saw the big hand that was obviously a man's around her waist, she couldn't help but scream.
"Ah... you... let go..."
The screams and twisting of the little woman in his arms woke up the man who had satisfied himself last night.
Yue Zheng opened his eyes with a lazy air.
Seeing Qiao Muer turning around and showing a surprised expression after seeing his face clearly, he slightly curled his lips and said with evil taste: "How about it, baby, are you satisfied with what you see?"
Such vulgar lines, spoken by Yue Zheng in his magnetic and low voice, instead carried a different kind of sexy meaning.
Qiao Muer, who had just woken up and thought that she had had sex with a strange man after getting drunk last night, was startled when she turned around and saw Yue Zheng, but she inexplicably felt a sense of security in her heart.
Fortunately, it was Yue Zheng.
"So it's you..." Qiao Muer's stunned emotion subsided and she took his hand away.
Get back under the covers and wrap yourself up.
The man smiled softly, supporting his head with one hand, and looking down at the little woman hiding under the quilt: "If it's not me, who else could it be... Mu'er, are you looking forward to having sex with someone else?"
Qiao Muer hid under the quilt with only a pair of almond-shaped eyes exposed. She looked at Yue Zheng and said angrily, "I don't know. Anyway, you don't care what happened between me and anyone else outside, right?"
She told him last night that she couldn't accompany him after get off work, but in her heart she wanted to sit with the seniors for a while and then find a reason to go home early to accompany him.
But Yue Zheng's reply, that cold "Oh", made all of Qiao Muer's guilt disappear into thin air.
Perhaps, even though almost three years had passed, their relationship was still the same as before.
The person who loves the other person unilaterally has always been herself. (To be continued)