A bedside lamp is lit in the hotel suite.

Warm yellow light filtered through the porcelain white lampshade, smearing the white gauze curtains.

The one-way glass of the large floor-to-ceiling windows is dreamlike.

A pair of figures are entangled.

There was an ambiguous smell in the air, and it was messy.

Meng Jin'an finally regained a trace of reason from his chaotic consciousness.

The scorching heat and breath behind him came from the man.

She struggled to open her eyes and brushed away the damp mess of hair from the corners of her forehead.

Gently lifting the man's strong arms around him, he slowly pushed them to his side and put them down.

With his elbows propped up on his limp, he got up slightly and looked back.

The man breathes evenly, and his chest rises and falls slightly.

The honey-colored lumpy muscles are pronounced, and the texture is clearly visible.

Tsk, dog man, I'm well fed and drunk, but I'm pretty sound.

She vaguely remembered that in the darkness, his wolf-like fierceness surged towards her like a sea of mountains.

It seemed to shatter and dissolve her, disassemble and reassemble.

Meng Jin'an squinted his phoenix eyes and carefully looked at the outline of the man.

The thick eyebrows are slightly frowned, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the sleeping thick face does not look aggressive, like a very docile dog.

Oh, the ghost knows he's not a docile pup.

But she still couldn't hold back, and raised her fingers and gently pressed them together, the tufts of black hair that had exploded after strenuous exercise.

Sure enough, it's very prickly.

Zhang Xueru, the mother of her dead ex-husband Cen Yijin, told her.

It's a dog that doesn't bark, sinister, vicious, like a poisonous snake.

In fact, Meng Jinan felt that Cen Yuansheng was more like a wolf.

The man's two rosy thin lips seem to be cold and affectionate, but they are as hot as volcanic magma.

This is what Meng Jin'an experienced last night.

Better than his brother, at least a real man.

It is not unreasonable for Zhang Xueru to be jealous of him.

Meng Jin'an hooked his lips slightly, and laughed inwardly.

I don't know who bit whom in the end, and who died first.

If this game is bound to be a lose-lose game, let her strike first.

Meng Jin'an smiled self-deprecatingly, and quietly got up and got off the ground.

The soreness in her body hit her, causing her to frown slightly, and she secretly scolded the dog man again in her heart.

Meng Jin'an's cat has a hunched back, and her body is white under the light, like an elegant Persian cat.

The cardamom fingertips lifted the black lace band, she raised her eyebrows, and then hooked her messy dress from under the man's suit, pinching it between her fingers.

The thin white toes make a rustling sound when they step on a hard object.

She looked down to see the empty three-piece box scrawled under her feet.

Meng Jin'an glanced sideways at the man on the bed, and a light snort overflowed from his nose.

Lightly picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and went into the bathroom.

She washes up and unlocks her phone with her face.

Time: 2:35 a.m.

A reminder of the arrival message was obtained after she sent a drunk photo of Cen Yuansheng last night.

No more, no less than a million.

slept with Cen Yuansheng, in exchange for one million, it was really not a loss.

But she Meng Jin'an, the debts on her body are like snowballs, getting bigger and bigger.

The gambler's mother and gangster brother are the bottomless pit that will never be filled, pulling her into the abyss and never recovering.

Half a year ago, after her ex-husband Cen Yijin fell into the sea and died, she felt even more helpless in the Cen family, like a piece of duckweed, helpless, and would be devoured at any time.

Cen Yuansheng is a ruthless person, she can't get his hole cards at all, can her desperate bet get a clear answer?

Everything is unknown, she can only cross the river by feeling the stones, and look as she goes.

Fortunately, the experience he brought to himself was not bad.

It's a little painful, it's more of a fit, it's perfect.

Do you have to thank him? made her a real woman.

Meng Jin'an straightened out his long hair, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and an imperceptible coldness flashed in his eyes.

She opened the ride-hailing app, placed an order, and raised her eyes to look at herself in the mirror.

This bewitching and cold face and this bumpy body are enough to attract people's attention, and they are also the reason why men covet them.

Probably the best investment her parents made in her.

Since she was a child, people who have seen her say that she is extremely good-looking.

It is precisely because of this good-looking appearance that she has become the capital that the pair of vampire parents who have lost their conscience and use them again and again.

She took out the concealer and applied it to her neck and chest, her snow-white skin covered with a scarlet scarlet.

scolded in his heart: Cen Yuansheng, you are really a dog!

Meng Jin'an simply packed up and didn't stay too long.

Throwing a flying kiss at the big bed from afar.

Picking up his bag and carrying high heels, he slipped out of the suite barefoot......