The person next to him didn't move, but closed the door.

The man squatted in front of Yan Qiao'an and asked in a low voice.

"Are you talking about, gastroenterologist at the Imperial Capital People's Hospital, Tan Yunyun?"

"Hmm...... Everyone is in a hospital, and they usually don't look up and look down, you say...... Am I just a joke in her eyes......"

Yan Qiaoan took advantage of the drunkenness and burst into tears.

"She knew ......"

She was halfway through her speech when she suddenly looked up in surprise.

The deer-like wet eyes collided with the man's deep gaze, and Yan Qiaoan suddenly sat up.

"Who are you?"

The man was wearing only a bathrobe, and his hair hung down slightly on his forehead, "I should ask you this." ”

"I'm sorry, I guess I went to the wrong room." Yan Qiaoan said, and was about to get up.

But her steps were weak now, and the moment she stood up, she leaned to the side again.

"You're drunk." The man whispered, "I'm a little interested in what you just said. ”

As soon as she thought of this, Yan Qiaoan was very aggrieved.

She stood up against the table, tugging at the man's bathrobe and letting him close to her.

"You say, do I really make men have no desire?"

"Huh?" The man was stunned.

He raised his hand lightly, keeping a reasonable distance between the two of them.

But it was his action that made Yan Qiaoan even more uncomfortable.

"You men are all the same, what's wrong with me? Don't you even dare to kiss me? ”

"I'm ......," the man said softly, "you've mistaken someone." ”

"I'm not taking you for anyone, I'm just asking you."

Yan Qiao'an looked at the person in front of him with blazing eyes.

The man wrinkled his eyebrows and was silent.

Yan Qiaoan suddenly took the initiative, she raised her hand to wrap her arms around the man's neck, stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips.

Her kiss was jerky, and it hurt between his lips.

He clasped her head with one hand, and his lips and tongue interlaced, as if to teach her how to kiss and deepen the kiss.

Her bare hands also quietly lifted his bathrobe.

In Yan Qiao'an's mind now, all floating in his mind are Pan Mu and Tan Yunyun, the photos that make people blush, with blood spurting from their noses.

The man gnawed in her ear and whispered, "You know, I'm a normal man, and you're going on like this......"

"Normal man? That's for the best. ”

Yan Qiaoan now seems to want to prove something by being drunk.

She used all her strength to "seduce" the man in front of her.

After a while, the man looked at the Yin Hong under her buttocks, "Tan Yunyun's concubine, haven't you touched you?" ”

I don't know if it's the pain on my body or the sadness, Yan Qiao'an kept crying.

She bit her lip.

"Pan Mu, that bastard! He lied to me! ”

She used all the few curses she knew about.

Zhou Yan listened to her complaints and chuckled: "Those nonsense words, at most, they only deceived you." ”

It's just that after his voice, there is the sound of the girl's steady breathing.

Even though he was crying like that, he was still asleep in a stranger's bed.

Zhou Yan sat at the head of the bed and lit a cigarette.

He picked up his phone and looked at the message sent by Tan Yunyun and himself last night.

: The engagement date is in September, it's good for a long time.

The long finger holding the cigarette jumps quickly across the screen.

: Let's talk about it.

He threw his phone aside after replying, his eyes drooping, and his gaze narrowly swept over the girl's face.

Faded away from the active charm just now, her appearance is rare cold and light, her skin is fair and delicate, as if a puddle of water ripples with a flick.

She said that Tan Yunyun's concubine didn't touch her, it's not that she can't do it, but she probably doesn't dare, right?