Mu Qingyan stiffened, his hand shook, and he slid up for a while, just touching Jun Beihan's navel.

In other words, what she just touched was...

Mu Qingyan's face suddenly turned red with a smile, and he was so hot that he could boil an egg.

She jerked her hand back, her body bounced.

With this flick, the quilt slipped off, revealing her smooth upper body.

"Ahh

Mu Qingyan screamed, quickly pulled up the quilt, and covered himself.

She looked at Jun Beihan in shock, and pointed at him with her little fingers trembling.

"You, you, what did you do?"

Mu Qingyan is not a fool, she had it once in her previous life, and now her whole body is sore, and she can guess what happened.

This bastard actually took advantage of her drunkenness and forced her!

"You bastard, you actually take advantage of people's danger! You actually force me! You are shameless, you are lewd, you are shameless. ”

Jun Beihan was not angry or angry, he slowly propped up his head with one hand and lay on his side.

His long, inky hair floated down, creating a striking contrast to his white skin.

He curled the corners of his lips slightly, as if smiling rather than smiling.

"Think about it, what happened last night?"

Mu Qingyan was stunned for a moment, and with his groggy head on his head, he began to recall carefully.

The scenes reproduced in her mind, although they were not particularly clear, but the general impression was still there.

The more she thought about it, the more panicked she became, how could it be, how could it be...

Drunk promiscuity, drunk madness, drunk... beat Jun Beihan, not only beaten, but also stronger...

Mu Qingyan wanted to roar, wanted to go crazy, and wanted to find a hole to get into.

How so?

Hanging, wiping the neck, this life is not counted, reincarnated again, okay?

You know, Jun Beihan's life is over, and Cangling remembers it all...

As a man, a male god, the god of war admired by the Three Realms, turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands for rain...

Being beaten while being strong is simply a great shame!

She talks to Jun Beihan well, but she can't communicate with Cangling at all!

Mu Qingyan is dying, offending Cangling in death.

His eyes accidentally skimmed the two rows of tooth marks on Jun Beihan's shoulders, and counted them, seven or eight, and the shoulders on both sides were symmetrical.

Mu Qingyan couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

His eyes accidentally skimmed the corners of Jun Beihan's mouth again, and they were bruised, which was a little obvious.

Mu Qingyan couldn't help but swallow her saliva again.

"Do you remember?"

Jun Beihan asked with a smile.

Mu Qingyan's body shook.

"My head hurts so much, why is this wine so strong..."

Mu Qing planted his cigarette butt and lay back on the bed.

After a few moments, I breathed evenly and fell asleep.

Jun Bei laughed coldly and stretched out his hand to cover Mu Qingyan with a quilt.

Then he said coolly: "Sleep, no matter how long you sleep, you have to get up." If the account is late, the interest can be charged more. ”

Mu Qingyan chuckled in his heart, extremely remorseful.

She had never been so drunk before, and she never imagined that she would be so vigorous when she started her drunken madness.

Is it her fault?

It's not...

But she was always so unlucky.

To be precise, when I met Cang Lingqi, I never stopped being unlucky.

"In addition to this, you still owe me a lot of explanations, spit out the truth after drinking, Mu Qingyan, you'd better be ready for a reasonable explanation. ”

Mu Qingyan's eyes were closed, and his heart and liver trembled.

What mantra, what explanation, what nonsense is she talking about?

It's so torturous...

Get drunk once, and the aftermath is endless, and the trouble is constant.

Mu Qingyan sighed lightly, she was really dizzy, and she fell asleep after a while.