To be precise, it has a strong wine flavor, not a fragrance.

Therefore, Fu Shihan is drinking.

Lausanne no longer thought about the fact that she could smell it, and she was a little frightened at the moment, and her body trembled with trepidation.

But he was hugged tightly by the man, and he couldn't move at all, and the two hands hanging by his side struggled to finally climb his shoulders.

"Let go of me......" she put her hand on him.

The strength of his hand tightened a few more points: "Don't run." ”

There was a dangerous condensation in the depths of the man's eyes, and then his lips inadvertently swept over her cochlea.

Suddenly, Luo Sang chuckled in his heart, hurriedly avoided him, and an extremely hoarse voice came: "Fu Shihan, don't ...... Hurry up! ”

The moment she spoke, she was completely panicked.

The memories of that night came flooding back like a beast.

She was scared, afraid that he would do those things to her again.

Smelling his cold masculine breath, Lausanne's hands trembled to push the person in front of him away, his eyes were full of horror, almost out of control, his nails were embedded in his flesh, and his eyes gradually became cold.

The man seemed to be scratched by her claws, his slender eyelashes were slightly stirred, and he felt the out-of-control girl in his arms, his eyes flickered, and he gently patted her back: "Don't be afraid, Sangbao." ”

He closed his eyes and whispered in her ear, "I won't do anything else to you, I just want to hug you." ”

Through the light next to the bed, Lausanne stared at Fu Shihan, his sharp and cold facial features, and his thin lips pursed slightly.

In an instant, the man's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, staring at her face, and the corners of his mouth hooked a shallow arc.

Lausanne stared at the corners of his mouth and was slightly stunned, and then heard him spit out a few words from between his teeth: "Sambao is not well-behaved." ”

“……”

The man's palm rubbed the top of her head, and his thumb brushed the broken hair on her forehead: "Is it okay to change back to the way it used to be?" ”

She used to look at him unscrupulously, and teased him for being too good-looking, but now she is secretly looking at him when he is not paying attention.

Lausanne stared at those deep eyes, and there was a moment of sinking.

"Remember when you first met me?"

Fu Shihan's voice gradually became quieter, "You should have forgotten." ”

After a while, the man quieted down, and Lausanne just tried to get out of his arms, but was hugged tightly, "Don't want to run." ”

“………”

is so drunk to death, and can still hold it so tightly, for fear that she will escape.

—

Early the next morning.

After Lausanne woke up, Fu Shihan beside him was still sleeping deeply.

It can be seen that he drank a lot of wine.

She tried to withdraw her hand, but she didn't expect it to be so easily. Only then did he hurriedly get out of his arms and run into the bathroom with a puff of smoke.

She couldn't exert any strength in her hands, squeezed out a little toothpaste with her almost numb hands, and began to brush her teeth slowly.

On the bed in the bedroom, Fu Shihan's eyes were rolled with his eyes closed, and when he heard the sound of the bathroom door closing, he slowly opened his eyes, and his brain was broken.

He didn't know why he was in Sambo's room.

He probably didn't do anything to her last night, right?

The man hesitated in front of the bathroom door for a long time, staring at the closed door with deep eyes for a long time, and stepped out of the girl's room.

Today was the weekend, he went back to his room to wash up, and ran around the mulberry garden a few laps.

When I returned to the mulberry garden, I just walked into the dining room, and my indifferent eyes swept to the servant on the side: "Has she eaten?" ”

The servant subconsciously replied, "Madame came down to eat by herself just now." ”

"How much to eat?"

"A bowl of porridge." And the dish doesn't seem to suit Madame's liking.

The servant didn't dare to say the rest of the story.

The man didn't look at the servant, looked around, and asked lightly, "Where are the people?" ”

"Madame has gone back to her room." The servant replied with his head down.

Fu Shihan didn't say anything more, his thin lips pursed coldly, his slender thighs stepped into the restaurant, and he ate breakfast by himself.