Leng Zimo's hand tightened suddenly, this damn little girl dared to say that he was GAY, so he let her see if he was a real man.

Raising his hand to grab her chin, he kissed her hard.

Luo Xiaoqian's word "small" was stubbornly muttered in his throat.

Luo Xiaoqian's mind went blank for a moment.

This is her real first kiss, and Lu Zihao's childhood sweetheart has been for more than ten years, and they have also had lip contact, but at that time, she was only a young junior high school student, and she refused to go deeper just after touching her lips with him.

Realizing what he was doing, Leng Zimo pushed her away.

"Now, you can get out!"

He must be mad enough to kiss her to prove his sexuality?!

Without the support of his arm, Luo Xiaoqian immediately fell to the ground like mud.

"Chest...... It's so uncomfortable......"

Now, her whole body is in excruciating pain.

Her heart was beating so fast, her chest was so tight that she felt like she was about to suffocate, and Luo Xiaoqian hit her chest in pain.

She felt like she was going to die.

"Please, help...... Help me......"

Leng Zimo looked at her condescendingly, watching her clutch her chest in pain, and his brows became tighter and tighter.

If she continues like this, she may really die.

Pulling her up from the ground, he hugged her directly.

……

……

When Luo Xiaoqian opened her eyes again, it was already noon the next day.

Her head ached, and her bones ached, as if she had just fought a battle.

Looking at the gorgeous chandelier overhead, she was still a little confused for a while.

After a moment, she suddenly remembered something, sat up sharply, and looked behind her.

Luckily, there was only a pillow behind me.

Leng Zimo is no longer there!

Luo Xiaoqian wrapped the quilt tightly around her in a panic, and quickly looked around.

In the bedroom, it was extremely quiet, and the bathroom door was hidden and there was no light.

In the living room, there was no sound at all.

The man, it seems, is not there.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately scolded angrily.

"Leng Zimo, you ...... mix"

Halfway through the scolding, she stopped again.

She brought it all on herself, didn't she?

Although she didn't remember the events of last night very clearly, she also knew that the situation she had done last night was obviously because something was wrong with the water she had drunk.

That thing couldn't have been prepared for her, blame it, she herself was unlucky.

Moreover, Leng Zimo kept refusing at first, zuihou, she begged him!

Objectively speaking, it was actually he who saved her.

Raising her hand to press her temple, which was still aching, she suddenly remembered something, quickly sat up straight, and looked around again.

On the side of the bed, her clothes were long gone.

If she remembered correctly, there was nothing left to wear except the shirt she had taken off herself first.

The camera on the tripod is gone, leaving the tripod standing alone at the head of the bed, as if mocking her stupidity and incompetence.

Noticing the contents of the cabinet, her gaze, freezes.

On the bedside table, there is a neat set of women's clothes, from underwear to socks, from hats to sunglasses, there is no shortage of them, and on the table lamp next to it, there is a hotel note paper glued.

"Wait for me"

There are only two words on the sticky note, and even a single extra punctuation is missing.

Just like him, the strokes penetrate deep through the back of the paper, and every horizontal and vertical stroke, all reveal a domineering and cold taste.

Luo Xiaoqian raised her eyebrows.

Wait for him to come back and settle accounts with her?

I'm waiting for you big head!

A fool would be waiting for you here!