This night, he didn't go upstairs, he didn't use that lover to vent his lust.

The whole person looked extremely lonely, holding the pink skirt in his hand, and his eyes were desolate.

It's been three years, and he thought he would forget.

Therefore, he changed his clothes as if he were changing a woman, changing them every day.

But no matter how hard he tried to forget, he couldn't forget that beautiful face.

The figure, as if embedded in his body, lingered no matter what.

And this pink dress has been sitting in the corner of the wardrobe for three years.

Today, when he saw this dress on that woman's body, his heart, for a moment, paused beating.

In order to forget, he wants this new plaything, and he wants to be by his side for three years, and he wants to use the next three years to completely forget.

Only this time, can you really forget?

Following.

Su Ying woke up from the soreness of her hands and feet, and when she woke up, she found that she had leaned against the door panel and curled up and slept like this all night.

But compared to the night before, this night was not so tormenting.

At least, there was no round of physical torture.

It's just, that man, why didn't he come in?

Just when Su Ying was puzzled, there was a knock on the door.

Su Ying looked at her bare body, and she really couldn't open the door and go out, so she could only ask through the door, "What's the matter?"

"Miss Su, the young master said that no one is allowed to move the clothes in the closet. These clothes are for you. ”

The maid outside the door conveyed Murong Che's words, and the stack of clothes in his hand was extremely precious.

"I see, just leave your clothes at the door. ”

In the distance of the footsteps, Su Ying cautiously pushed open the door, touched the stack of clothes on the ground that had not been removed from the label, and couldn't help frowning.

Fortunately, she didn't have to go to work naked.

It's just that these clothes look too luxurious, and she doesn't feel so natural when she wears them.

Perhaps, clothes are no longer so expensive, and it is better to wear them naturally.

However, with her current status, being able to have clothes to wear is already the greatest gift.

After changing his clothes and going downstairs, when he was about to leave, he found that there was a figure on the sofa.

After a pause, he looked up and saw that Murong Che was actually asleep on the sofa.

No wonder last night was so peaceful.

I wanted to turn around and leave happily, but I touched a scene where Murong Che was holding the pink skirt she had taken off.

This picture looks a little perverted.

When her eyes touched the sadness in his eyes, her heart was inexplicably torn apart.

Could it be that this skirt belongs to the woman he likes?

That's too perverted, isn't it?

I couldn't help but tug at the corners of my mouth.

Suddenly, the man on the couch moved.

It turned out that he just shrunk down, presumably, because he felt cold in his sleep.

I wanted to leave like this, but Su Ying still turned around and went upstairs, took out a thin quilt from the bedroom, and returned downstairs again.

He came to the sleeping man, leaned over, and put the quilt in his hand over him.

When touching his innocent and harmless face, Su Ying's heart throbbed.

I don't know why, every time she gets in close contact, her heart beats wildly inexplicably.

If you ignore his behavior and ignore his bad treatment of himself, he is really a beautiful man.

It's just that there is only a deal between them.

In other words, she can only be one of his dolls, dolls to vent at will.

"What are you doing?"