With the applause in the theater and the end of a dance drama under the spotlight, Wen Lan, who returned to the backstage, had not had time to change his costume, and his mobile phone rang non-stop.

The messages were all sent by the same person.

She only glanced at it and didn't immediately look back.

In the locker room, I had just changed my clothes when a familiar voice approached me.

"Why don't you reply to messages?"

Wen Lan looked back in astonishment.

The tall figure standing in the doorway was about to cover the doorframe, scrutinizing her, a cold aura surrounding him.

She was startled, then panicked and glanced at the hall outside the door behind him.

"Why are you here?"

"You haven't answered my question yet."

Wen Lan originally liked to stagger the flow of people, so the hall was empty now.

She breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly, "It's too busy." ”

The man sneered and approached her, took out a note, and placed it in front of her: "What is this?" ”

She glanced at it, and smiled, and the smile was pale and weak: "Since you are going to get married, shouldn't you be separated?" ”

The note was indeed left by her, and she felt that it was too hasty to send a message, so she wrote this.

It's just that He Xu may not have seen the letter she put on his bedside.

But it doesn't matter.

He Xu straightened her little face: "These two have nothing to do with each other. ”

She knew he would say that.

She had asked him about it before and after she knew about it, and he just looked like he should have been.

"Alright then, forget it."

She raised her eyebrows, and her tone was light, as if she was just joking with He Xu.

Just wanted to turn his face, but He Xu was directly pulled in front of him, and a hot and hot kiss crushed her lips, maybe it was not a kiss, but a man who bit her angrily.

She was a little suffocated by the kiss and wanted to dodge back a little, but the man seemed to notice it, and the big palm directly clasped the back of her head, pushing her directly to the back closet, and the kiss continued.

Wen Lan didn't know how long it took for him to let go of himself, he only knew that the moment he was let go, he felt like he had gone ashore after drowning, and he gasped for breath.

He Xu looked at her lips that were a little red and swollen from being kissed by herself, and smiled contentedly.

"It's better to be like this." He slowly put his hand over her ear and rubbed it gently.

Her ears were Wen Lan's most sensitive place, and he often used them to tease her.

But this time, she didn't react so much in the face of the man's movements.

Wen Lan wanted to push him away from here, but after a few pushes, he didn't mean to move, and was blocked in the corner, and the man kept squeezing his close body so hard that she couldn't breathe.

"Aren't you leaving?"

She looked at He Xu with some resentment.

The person in front of her seemed to have not heard, and there was a smile on her handsome face that seemed to have a deep meaning, and her big palm rubbed against her waist.

At this moment, she realized what He Xu was going to do.

While pulling his hand away from his body, his face was full of disbelief: "Are you crazy? ”

"Crazy?" His smile deepened, and he directly supported his waist and carried the person to the table next to him to sit, "Are you still afraid of this?" ”

As she spoke, she reached out and pulled the dress she had just woon.

Wen Lan was completely frightened at this time, and his bright eyes turned scarlet because of fear.

From the moment he entered the door, Wen Lan shouldn't have had kind illusions about him, he had never considered her feelings, why would he expect him to give up this perfect opportunity to torture her.

"He Xu! You've always been like this... You're going to drive me crazy..."

She kept shaking her head, her desperate gaze falling on his eyes, and a subtle trace of guilt crossed the man's eyes.

Wen Lan did not give up resisting, and took advantage of the strength in his hand to loosen a little, and hurriedly put on the shoulder strap that had been torn off.

But the man stood between her split legs, unmoving.

She straightened her clothes before she looked up at him again, and a long-held tear slipped quietly.

He Xu stretched out his hand to help her wipe it away, and his movements were so gentle that Wen Lan seemed to have returned to the past.

After a while, he picked up the man and walked out of the theater.