"I hate ...... Vomit! ”

Halfway through the words, Ye Zhilu's face changed greatly, and a stream of filth poured up her throat, she hurriedly puffed out her small mouth, stared wide, and held back.

But the stench of the brain made her at a loss, and just when she was about to lose it, Ronghe quickly sat up and took off her blazer and held it to her mouth.

Ye Zhilu grabbed his wrist tightly, and spit out all the filth that was pouring up from his stomach into Rong and his clothes.

Rong He frowned and patted her back to make her feel better, not caring at all if the filth in Ye Zhi's mouth splashed on his white shirt.

After spitting out everything, Ye Zhilu felt a lot better, and she collapsed on the bed like a deflated balloon.

Rong Yu threw his blazer into the trash as if he were discarding waste.

He stood in front of the bed, staring at Ye Zhiwei, who was drunk on the bed, and rubbed his temples.

He thought that he should have owed her a love debt in his previous life, and he would be so willing to plant it in her hands in this life.

Even if it was just his one-man show, he was reluctant to let her go.

Rong He carried her to the bathroom, took off her dirty clothes, put them in the bathtub full of hot water, and let her soak for a while.

Rong Youze unbuttoned the white shirt covered with vomit one by one, threw it aside, walked under the unkempt and rinsed his body neatly.

Ye Zhiqi half-opened his eyes in a daze, and through the mist of the fairy mist, he saw Rong He standing under the unkempt in the shower cubicle.

She had never seen Rong He without clothes since she was a child, and she was very curious.

The heat made her throat dry, and she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

She raised her hand, trying to wipe the small droplets off the glass panel and see his figure better.

But she couldn't touch the glass plate with all her strength, and she was anxious.

In the end, it hung weakly in the bathtub.

Although she was unwilling in her heart, the voice of the woman in the morning sounded in her head again, and her heart was sour, so she turned her head away.

Forget it, I was tasted by other women last night, what else is there to see!

Thinking about it, Ye Zhilu couldn't hold back his heavy eyelids again and fell asleep.

After Rong He came out of the shower, he pulled a dry towel and wiped his body casually, and put on a bathrobe.

Rong You washed Ye Zhiru in the bathtub and wiped her face again.

After a while, he had a problem.

The heavy makeup on her face not only couldn't be wiped clean, but became dirtier and dirtier the more she wiped it, and finally wiped her face into a little flower cat with blue and black.

For a while, Rong Yu didn't know where to start, afraid that her movements would hurt her too much, so she had to give up.

Women's makeup is really troublesome!

Rong He fished Ye Zhilu out of the bathtub, pulled a bath towel, and returned to the room.

Because there was Ye Zhifu's vomit on the bed, Rong He carried her to the sofa, and after sitting down, let Ye Zhifu put one hand on his shoulder, and I sat on his lap.

He wiped Ye Zhinu's body clean with a bath towel, and when he glanced at the tooth marks on her shoulder, his heart trembled, and his fingertips fell on her shoulder, gently rubbing the tooth marks that had just scabbed.

"Hmm......" Ye Zhilu wrinkled his little face and snorted.

Rong You's hand trembled, and he quickly flicked away his fingertips, and his deep gaze fell on Ye Zhiwei, who was buried in his shoulder and neck.

"Wouldn't it be nice to forget him?" Rong He muttered to himself.

Ye Zhizhi was sleeping Zhengxiang, hugged Rong He with his backhand, and hung on him like a koala.