After Mo Yihan drank the decanting soup, he found that the stamina of this wine was so great that it didn't even work anymore.

He only felt that his whole body was a little dizzy, and his body was hot and unbearable.

Mo Yihan's cheeks were red, his eyes were blurred, he staggered upstairs, and unknowingly entered Xia Mohan's room.

With a "click", the lights in the room turned on, and Mo Yihan subconsciously patted his forehead.

He went to the wrong room......

Mo Yihan smiled self-deprecatingly, and when he was about to turn around and leave, he saw the person lying on the big bed in his spare light, and he couldn't help but walk towards the big bed.

On the bed, Xia Mohan grabbed the corners of the quilt with both hands, and frowned.

Every time he came to see her, she slept with a frown, as if something unpleasant would happen in her sleep.

Mo Yihan sat down on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hand to smooth Xia Mohan's eyebrows.

His heart hurts, she doesn't know anything about it!

How can he let her know that his heart has been aching for her.

Mo Yihan took Xia Mohan's hand and covered it on his aching heart, his eyes were dilated, and he gradually lost his mind, and then he slowly leaned down.

Xiaomo, I want you......

Following.

Mo Yihan slept until three poles in the morning, and when he woke up, he still felt that his head was dizzy. He sat up from the bed, only to feel some astringency and pain in his shoulder.

This was his room, and it looked like he had a terrible dream last night.

In the dream, he pressed Xiao Mo under him, and despite Xiao Mo's resistance, he brutally changed the distance between the two from "positive distance" to "negative distance".

OK......

It was just a dream, otherwise, Xiao Mo must have hated him.

Mo Yihan got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower to make himself completely sober.

But when he stood in front of the bath mirror and saw the two rows of tooth marks on his shoulder, his heart trembled.

What happened last night......

Mo Yihan immediately put on his clothes and rushed out of the room.

As usual, there was a sad tune coming from the music room.

When Mo Yihan walked in, Xia Mohan was composing the last song "Farewell Song".

This time, Xia Mohan was not immersed in her own music world, and the sound of footsteps came from behind her, which made her stop what she was doing.

The music suddenly stopped, and Mo Yihan also walked to Xia Mohan's side.

"Xiao Mo, ...... yesterday"

"Brother Yi was drunk last night and went to the wrong room. I asked Steward Sun to help Brother Yi back to his room. Xia Mohan calmly interrupted Mo Yihan's words.

Mo Yihan grabbed Xia Mohan's hand, pulled her up from the chair, and dragged her to himself, and swore that "I will be responsible for you!" Today, we're going to get the certificate! ”

"Brother Yi, what are you talking about? I don't understand! Xia Mohan wanted to break free of Mo Yihan's hand, but she didn't have enough strength, so she let him grasp it tighter and tighter.

"I didn't have the spur of the moment about last night. I'm drunk, but I'm clear-headed, so, I wanted you from the bottom of my heart last night! Mo Yihan said emotionally.

Xia Mohan frowned, put his other hand on Mo Yihan's chest, tried to keep his distance from him, and defended: "Brother Yi, you just got drunk by my bedside last night, and didn't do anything else to me. ”

"I don't believe it!" Mo Yihan said solemnly, and stretched out his hand to take Xia Mohan into his arms.