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Su Junxiao felt that he was tired all over, as if he had been run over by something, especially his two legs, as if they were not his own.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and it was dark and dark. I don't know where I'm now, but it feels like I'm in bed.

The body was a little heavy, as if something was pressing on her, still pressing on her waist. There seems to be something pressing on his chest, too.

He furrowed his brow and stretched out his hand, uh...... I also felt weak in my hands. He rubbed his head and wanted to roll over and get out of bed.

"Why is it so dark?" was just about to turn over and get out of bed, when a man's lazy voice came from his ears.

"Ah!" Su Junxiao exclaimed, only to realize that there was not only her on the bed, but also a man. Although it was dark, she could see clearly that there was indeed a man on the bed.

Suddenly, he lifted the quilt and looked at himself.

Nothing to wear!

"Smack!" the lights turned on.

Lan Xi looked at the woman who appeared on his bed inexplicably, and he didn't have anything, and he himself was the same. There was a faint pain on her back, and the woman's neck, which was exposed outside the quilt, was full of bruises. There are also pinch marks on the arms one after another.

As you can imagine, other places are certainly not much better.

"You...... I ......" Su Junxiao pulled the quilt tightly and looked at Lan Xizhao with a nervous expression, "Lan ...... Young Master Lan, what's the matter...... How so?"

"Do you know me?" Lan Xizhao heard her voice, narrowed his eyes shallowly, and looked directly at her with unknown meaning, his gaze slid from her body to the clothes that fell on the landlord.

It seems to be the work clothes of the hotel staff.

Hotel staff?!

Lan Xizhao furrowed his brows with some displeasure, and a touch of fierceness shot out of his gloomy eyes, as if he wanted to look at Su Junxiao with his eyes.

"Say, why did you climb into my bed!" knelt on the bed, pinched Su Junxiao's chin with one hand, and asked sharply.

Her jaw was pinched, and her tears flowed out of her eyes. Because of the pain, she subconsciously let go of the hand holding the quilt, so when the quilt slipped off, her muscles and skin were exposed.

As expected, there will be traces of bruising. It's just unsightly.

Lan Xizhao twisted his eyebrows again, was he so hungry and thirsty, why didn't he feel it at all?

"I ...... I don't know...... I really don't know. Didn't you tell me to come in and clean up?"

"Get out!" Lan Xizhao shook his hand heavily, and Su Junxiao rolled and fell off the bed and fell to the ground.

The cold floor, as soon as it touched her skin, made her reflexively sit up and climb back into bed.

And in Lan Xizhao's eyes, this action has become a different meaning. That is, she still wants to go to her own bed again, and wants to ask for something else.

So, without thinking about it, he raised his foot and kicked towards Su Junxiao.

The ball of his foot kicked her in the chest, and Su Junxiao once again rolled her whole body backwards and fell off the bed.

However, the instinctive reaction of the human body is often much faster than the physical reaction.

The first time I was kicked out of bed without any warning and fell. Now that he was kicked down again, the coldness of his skin touching the fine tiles had not yet subsided.

So, instinctively, when she fell backwards, she reached out and grabbed the foot that kicked her.