The whole room is in a European style, even the carpet is covered with milky white fluff, and it is soft when you step on it after taking off your shoes, and there are several landscape paintings with indifferent colors and white silk curtains hanging around......

The atmosphere in the room is very peaceful.

Chen An really has a set, such a design and furnishings, it really makes people feel comfortable looking at it.

In the center of the room, there is a large round bed, soft to the touch, and white sheets.

Mo Nanjue stepped forward slowly, his steps were very light, and he stood still after walking to the bed, the man put his hands in his pockets, his peach blossom eyes narrowed, and looked at the person on the bed condescendingly.

The woman's slender body was half-curled up, in a posture of self-preservation, the huge sheet made her body weaker and weaker, she was still groggily asleep, every time the nerves were too tense, and suddenly relaxed, the whole person would be extremely tired.

She breathed lightly, looking like a sleeping princess, and if it weren't for the slight beating pulse around her neck, it almost made one wonder if she would have woken up.

The man's eyes narrowed, his gaze swept over her, and he bent down, one hand on the edge of the bed, and sat down.

One side of the bed sank suddenly, Tong Ran seemed to feel something, she frowned slightly, and her shoulders under the sheet arched, but she didn't wake up.

Mo Nanjue's thin lips pursed, he stared at her pale little face, he couldn't imagine when he was poisoned to the peak and pressed on her to vent...... How painful should the expression on her face be?

Experienced it once, wasted hands...... The second time, she was willing to use the method equivalent to torture to pour out the poisonous fire for him.

What the hell did he do to her last night on the shore?

How did she survive......

……

"I didn't think much of it, I just hope you have a good ......"

"I love you......"

"Monanjue, let me go, you pervert!"

……

The man's narrowed eyes became deeper and deeper, and the emotion and pity poured out of his eyes were unbearable, he stretched out his hands and gently pulled Tong Ran's shoulders, the woman hummed, and he used a little force to put her half-curled body into a lying position.

The room was air-conditioned with a 24-hour constant temperature, and after Mo Nanjue got up to turn up the temperature, he pulled up the curtains again.

He turned back to the edge of the bed and sat down, and after lying down, his breathing seemed to be much easier, and Tong Ran hung his hands beside him, sleeping very peacefully.

"Tong dye. The man choked in his throat and suddenly called softly.

He knew that she couldn't hear it now.

It was precisely because she couldn't hear that Mo Nanjue dared to continue, he had never shown his heart like this in front of her, he had always been a person who disdained to explain, and it was impossible for anyone to prove himself, but this time, he was really afraid, "Does it hurt?"

The man held her shoulders with both hands, she was really thin, a little hard, his palms were a little painful, Mo Nanjue leaned over, his thin lips were close to the corners of her mouth and opened his voice, "Tong Ran." ”

The magnetic voice was extremely soft, Tong Ran frowned slightly in his sleep, small movements were captured, the tip of Mo Nanjue's tongue touched the corners of her mouth, the soft touch made the man's heart itch slightly, he lowered his head, and his thin lips kissed her lips directly.

The sudden scorching heat made her tremble, the familiar breath rushed into her nose, Tong Ran wanted to purse her lips, she subconsciously reached out to push, "Don't ......"