When I got up, I didn't know what I was doing.

The only thought in my heart was that I couldn't even touch the man next to me when I died, and I couldn't control the movements of my body at all, and I suppressed it while biting my hand when I writhed uncomfortably.

"Want it again?"

It's just the same bed, just a little movement Han Mo can't be unaware, and I can't tell what it feels like when I hear him speak, as if the last thread in my head is broken.

I gritted my teeth and didn't speak, tears kept flowing out, I didn't know if it was uncomfortable tears in my heart or unbearable tears in my body, anyway, I only knew that I was uncomfortable.

When Han Mo's hand reached over, I subconsciously dodged to the side.

But when he wanted to touch me, I couldn't avoid it, and I couldn't help but tremble when he grabbed my arm.

When I was dragged up by him, I didn't have the strength to resist at all, I was already very tired, and now I was still being held so hard by him, I subconsciously raised my hand to push him: "Don't touch me, I don't want to!"

In this situation, it is impossible for me to be full of anger when I say it.

It's not so much a resistance as an invitation.

I didn't want to do that, but I couldn't control myself, as if I couldn't help but reach out and touch him.

I had nothing on me, and I was pulled into his arms, and the heat wave that overturned the river and the sea made my consciousness start to mess up again.

I don't even know when I'm awake and when I'm not.

But I could see Han Mo's movements clearly, he was originally smoking, pressed it against the counter on the side, and reached out and turned me over.

Things have come to this point, and if I refuse or resist again, it will be really too hypocritical.

Even if I was tearing up like a psychotic with him now, I couldn't change the fact that I was pressed in the bathroom by him more than ten minutes ago.

Just like now, what can I do if I resist and feel uncomfortable in my heart, and I can't make myself so backbone to push people away when he touches me.

I can't push him away at all, and if you take the pills, you'll probably know about this kind of pain that is completely out of your control.

I guess Mingyan wanted me to repeat her mistakes, last time Han Mo threw her into several men who were red at the time.

I guess she wanted to get me like this, too, and had someone record the process.

I have to say that the viciousness of Mingyan is really beyond my imagination, she wants to force me to death, but she can't die.

"What do you think?"

There was a sudden pain in his chest, and Han Mo suddenly lowered his head and bit me.

The pain was matched with the faint stimulation, and I couldn't help but cry out: "Hmm~"

The room was so big that I suddenly made such a noise, and it was clear.

I felt my nerves tingle, I've never been so embarrassed.

"Huh."

Han Mo smiled, and his strength became stronger and stronger.

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, not wanting to make such a shameful sound again.

"Why don't you scream?"

Han Mo was unwilling to let me go, the two of us were like fighting, he tortured me, and I tortured him.

I don't think anyone can do this thing like me and Han Mo, and this game lasted for more than three hours.

I don't really know exactly when it ended, because in the end, I didn't even have the strength to speak.

As soon as my eyes closed, I fell asleep directly, and even with Han Mo by my side, I didn't have so much time and energy to worry about it.

It was so miserable that I didn't even know how long I slept by myself.

When I woke up, the sun was already shining on my hands, and it was at least eleven o'clock.

The room was very quiet, and I was relieved, at least Han Mo was not there, at least so I didn't have to be so embarrassed.

Little by little, the events of last night came to mind, and I just felt very irritable.

I don't know if it's good luck or bad luck, the person who was drugged by famous cigarettes twice was Han Mo.

In fact, to a certain extent, I should still be glad that the person I met twice was Han Mo, after all, such a thing, to be honest, may be changed to another person, which is even more embarrassing.

I didn't really care about these things because I had been with Han Mo, and I didn't mean that I had been with Han Mo, so even if I was reprimanded by him, I didn't care.

This has nothing to do with the number of times, it's like a wound, is it because it's already injured, don't you feel pain if you stab a few more times?

It's simply not possible.

But with another man, I feel disgusted.

There is really no such thing as the best of both worlds in this world, no matter what, it is uncomfortable, and it can only be when he dug his ancestral grave in his previous life.

The clothes on the floor had been torn terribly, and I reached out to pick them up, and I was a little dizzy with anger.

I don't know where I threw my phone, and I can't find someone to bring me clothes.

As soon as I moved, it was as if someone had smashed my bones with a hammer, and I wondered if I would break them like this.

Even though there was no one in the room, I couldn't just walk around naked.

The quilt on the bed was a bit heavy, so I didn't care about it, so I dragged it and got out of bed.

Anyway, Han Mo can't afford to give this quilt money, and if it breaks, it won't be on my head.

"What are you doing?"

I searched for more than ten minutes before I found that the phone was on the crack of the bedside table, and I was just about to squat down and reach out to pick it up, but I didn't expect to hear Han Mo's voice.

I always thought that I was the only one in the room, and for Han Mo, who suddenly appeared and spoke, I looked at him and his whole body was stiff.

After reacting, I realized that this suite had a balcony, and there was a floor-to-ceiling window inside the balcony, and I didn't notice it at all when the curtains were drawn.

Now that Han Mo walked in, the door was not closed tightly, and the wind kept blowing the curtains, and I realized that Han Mo had not left, and he was in the balcony.

There was a big smell of smoke, and I thought he was going to smoke.

The two of us just watched it for a while, and finally I withdrew my gaze first, bent down and picked up my phone again.

I don't know where I got my composure, but in fact, I really walked past Han Mo with my phone wrapped up in the quilt, as if there was no such person as him.

Then I walked into the bathroom, and the moment the door closed, I realized that my heart was beating louder and louder like a drum being beaten.

I tried to dial someone to deliver my clothes, but when I picked up my phone, I noticed that my hands were shaking.

I have to say that I haven't seen Han Mo for nearly two months. When the two of us meet again in such a posture, I am not only afraid, but also uncomfortable and unbearable that I can't explain myself.

I especially don't understand why I will always be like this in front of Han Mo, and there will always be a reason for him to look down on me.

Zhao Miao and Zhao Xu went to City B, and the only person who can send me clothes can only find my junior sister.

Fortunately, I am quite familiar with this sister, and I usually try my best to help her with anything, although it is really embarrassing to suddenly ask her to send me clothes to the hotel.

But compared to this, it would make me even more uncomfortable to keep Han Mo and I here.

Han Mo didn't leave, and I don't know why he had the patience to wait for so long.

When my sister called me, I realized that I didn't know what room it was, but luckily there was room number printed on the toiletries on the sink.

I want to wait for my junior sister to come up before opening the door, Han Mo is outside, I don't want the two of us to tear up.

Really, I don't think Han Mo and I can get along peacefully at all, it's like killing our father and enemy, we've known each other for a year, and basically every time we meet, nothing good ends up.

When the doorbell rang, I opened the door as soon as I opened it and rushed out, only to see that Han Mo had already opened the door.

Then I saw my sister looking at me with a shocked face, I rushed over and snatched the clothes into my arms, and then quickly said to my sister: "Xiaoxiao, you go back, thank you."

With that, he immediately closed the door.

Han Mo was still wearing a nightgown, and he opened the door for Xiaoxiao like this, so it was strange not to frighten people.

But I didn't want to talk to him at all, so I grabbed the quilt and clothes and ran back to the bathroom.

I'm about the same size as Xiaoxiao, and I wear all her clothes appropriately, and after changing clothes, I hurriedly went out.

I don't know where to throw the bag, I flipped through it and didn't find it, it should have fallen on Hongyan's side.

Hongyan has always put the things left by the guests in one place, and I will have someone to pick them up for me another day.

From throwing the quilt back on the bed and holding my phone, I just left.

Han Mo was sitting on the sofa smoking, and I glanced at him, and the expression on his face was very ugly.

I think it's good like that, and it's rare that the two of us didn't quarrel at one time.

"Fu Yao."

As soon as I walked out the door, he suddenly stopped me, and I paused, but I still raised my leg and walked forward.

I think that as far as Han Mo and I are concerned, there is really nothing to say, and saying anything will only make everyone unhappy, so why bother.

Why can't it be like this, end silently, it's good for everyone.

He doesn't have to embarrass me, and I don't have to make him angry.

But Han Mo obviously didn't think like this, and when he dragged him back, I couldn't help but shout: "What are you doing?!"

"Bang!"

He dragged me back by the arm, and he shook the door deafeningly.

When he threw me against the wall, I felt like my lungs were going to pop out of the wall.

Before I could get over the discomfort, Han Mo's roar followed: "You want to leave like this?!"