Xu Qiaoqiao opened her mouth in astonishment, and for a while, a trembling voice called out the name that she couldn't avoid: "Jun Muye!"

He clasped his hands around his chest, still with that indifferent face, his lips slightly hooked, but there was no trace of a smile, "I'm glad you finally recognized me." ”

Xu Qiaoqiao was so shocked that her eyes were about to fall out.

"Y-Why are you in my room!"

Jun Muye said lightly: "This is my room. ”

When Xu Qiaoqiao heard this, she quickly looked around, was stunned, and was dumbfounded for a long time, finally found her tongue, and asked, "Why am I in your room?"

"What do you say?"

Xu Qiaoqiao looked at him with wide eyes.

He was topless, with only a bath towel around him. What's more, she actually saw several eye-catching ...... on his neck that couldn't be ignored Kiss marks!

She turned her gaze, looked down, and saw that she was wearing a male shirt!

Xu Qiaoqiao gasped fiercely.

What's going on?

As an adult, it was hard for her not to think in that direction in such an ambiguous situation.

Especially when she smelled that there was still a faint smell of alcohol on her body, a possibility immediately formed in her mind.

What did they do when they got drunk?

This cognition was like a bomb, "boom", and it exploded her brain.

Xu Qiaoqiao's face turned pale, as if she couldn't accept this fact.

She, she had sex with her fiancé's brother!

Xu Qiaoqiao shook her head and muttered, "No!

When she learned the news, she happily vacated today's itinerary a week ago, and planned to pick him up at the airport in person to surprise him.

Xu Qiao raised her head playfully, glared at him, and accused loudly: "You must be lying to me, right! How can I ...... with you?"

However, why did she feel a sore waist and leg as soon as she stood up?

Isn't this the after-effect of some kind of intense exercise?

Jun Muye walked slowly towards her.

Wei An's body approached, with a strong sense of oppression. Xu Qiaoqiao, who had always had an inexplicable fear of him, subconsciously stepped back, but tripped and fell on the bed.

Before she could get up, Jun Muye fell down.

Xu Qiao's whole body stiffened, and she even held her breath, not daring to breathe.

His hands were at her sides, holding her in front of him, looking at her condescendingly.

Her gaze was drawn to his deep eyes, and the tip of her nose was encroached upon by his masculine aura.

After just bathing, his hair was wet and messy, lacking the usual meticulous seriousness, looking a little lazy, but it made people feel more dangerous.

He stared at her, and Cen Leng's thin lips slowly opened: "Do you need me to help you recall?"

"What do you remember?" she always seemed a little cramped and nervous in front of him. And at this moment, not to mention, the usual sharp teeth have become stammering.

He slowly raised his hand, and when he was about to touch her face, she knocked it off, "Don't touch me!"

Jun Muye's face was expressionless, and his eyes were so cold that it made people feel cold from the soles of his feet.

This man is really good at creating the atmosphere of a harsh winter day.

Xu Qiaoqiao's courage increased greatly because she was hit, but as soon as she finished speaking, she regretted it.

She looked at him uneasily, but her face was still feigned calm.

Jun Muye hooked his lips slightly, and said lightly: "It's not too late to clear up the relationship now?"