This dream has been going on for a long time, and when she woke up, it was already noon the next day, the cabin curtains hung down tightly, blocking the rainbow-colored sunlight outside, the cabin was very quiet, turned over, suddenly sobered up, remembered the events of last night, and felt terrified!

It's strange, how can you dream like that?

It must be the reason for drinking.

Sitting up from his chair, he felt sore and tired, as if he had really experienced a battle.

The heart is pounding.

Hurriedly stood up, what is this? Surprised to realize that he was only wearing a pink nightgown, and felt empty on his body, could it be, could it be that what happened last night was true?

Thinking of this, my body stiffened. ……

At this time, the young waiter, smiling, walked in, saw her get up, and asked with concern, "Miss, you are awake, are you hungry, I will prepare breakfast for you immediately." After saying that, he immediately realized that he was busy changing his sentence, "Yes, it should be lunch." ”

"That, that, miss." Leng Xin'er opened her mouth to stop her, and looked at her with an embarrassed face, "I want to ask, where are my clothes?" How could I be like this? ”

It's been quite specific.

Just waiting for her answer.

The female waiter was stunned for a moment, then understood what she meant, covered her mouth and smiled, and resumed her professional face again, "Miss, you were drunk last night and vomited, I had to help you change your clothes, and now that your clothes have been washed, I will give them to you immediately." With that, he walked straight out of the city.

Leng Xin'er rolled her eyes and secretly paid, if this is the case, it's good.

Reaching out and pressing his abdomen hard, there was still a trace of pain there, straightened up and gasped violently, and relaxed, the feeling still did not go away.

Yas.

Should you trust her?

Sighing suspiciously, he walked into the bathroom next to him, which turned out to be a luxurious bath room, surrounded by pink tiles, with beautiful paintings, three-dimensional and realistic, vivid and fragrant, and the round bathtub inside can accommodate two people to swim in it......

Shaking his head, he walked to the washbasin on the other side, lowered his head, washed his face with clean water, felt more energetic, suddenly raised his head, looked at the mirror in the bathroom, and his head instantly 'buzzed', and exploded, who is the messy woman in the mirror?

Is it yourself?

A bloodless little face, as white as paper, pupils with distractions, looking at himself in the mirror in horror, his cheeks flushed with terrible flushes, purple lips, messy hair, and that, that fuchsia mark of different shades......

A wave of vertigo.

Reluctantly squatted down against the wall, covering his chest with his hands, gasping for breath, trying to remember the events of last night, in the dream, the hooking eyes...... Yan Lie.

It's really him, the bastard who deserves a thousand cuts, and once again xx himself......