Madam, She’s Abusing Scum Again

Seeing that he couldn't stand still, Wen Zimei intimately helped him to sit down on the sofa.

"I'll make a sober for you. Wait for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Zimei left the living room and went to the kitchen, and took a lemon from the basket.

Lying on the sofa, Xiao Mo felt that his body became more and more hot.

Wen Zimei raised his eyes lightly and glanced at him, his red lips like flames hooked slightly.

She checked the time and waited a while, the effect of the medicine would be more powerful.

She deliberately procrastinated in the kitchen, waiting for the medicine to exert its full effect.

Xiao Mo panted slightly, feeling that a flame in his chest was burning all the time.

He tugged at the neckline, feeling that this would make it easier, but this was only a momentary coolness, and it couldn't solve his pain at all.

At this moment, Wen Zi's figure appeared in his line of sight.

Her skin as white as suet jade and her slender waist deeply occupied his pupils.

But it's just the pupils.

There is no wave in his heart.

"A Mo, come, drink water." Wen Zimei sat beside Xiao Mo, and handed the water to him with thoughtfulness.

Xiao Mo lowered his eyes for an instant and saw a piece of white snow.

That damn desire is controlling him.

Xiao Mo rushed to the sink with a rush and started splashing water crazily on his face.

He must be sober, he must be sober.

Wen Zimei's hand holding the water glass hung in the air for a few seconds.

Xiao Mo's behavior hurt her very much.

The more he restrained in this way, the more it seemed that he had no feelings for her.

He would rather burn himself with passion than touch her?

Wen Zimei put down the water cup and went to the sink.

She leaned close to him, "Amo, are you okay, you seem to be uncomfortable."

Xiao Mo's handsome face was drunk red, his jet-black hair was damp, and the broken hair fell between his eyebrows and dripping with water.

He lifted his drenched hair, his voice was sexy and hoarse, "I'm going back first."

As soon as the voice fell, he was about to leave.

Wen Zimei blocked the door, suddenly wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed his thin lips.

Xiao Mo shook her off subconsciously, "Xiao Ai, you are..."

"Shhh..." Wen Zimei's slender jade fingers sealed his thin lips and made a silent gesture.

Xiao Mo was very tall, a head taller than Wen Ziyi, she slowly stood on her toes and kissed it again.

How many men in the world can withstand such temptation?

Xiao Mo stiffened and was at a loss.

Wen Zimei's soft and sweet lips are occupying his domain little by little.

In a daze, a vague shadow appeared in Xiao Mo's mind.

He closed his eyes.

The brain hurts unconsciously, and Xiao Mo feels that he is in a mist.

The shadow is right in front of him, and he wants to try to see the other person clearly.

He stretched out his hand to catch her.

But he caught her several times without catching her hand.

She keeps running, he keeps chasing.

Finally, he caught it.

This time, he saw her clearly.

The girl looked back and smiled at him.

"Hello, my name is Xu Yan."

Xiao Mo's heart throbbed, he remembered the name deeply.

The next moment, the girl disappeared suddenly.

open one's eyes.

There was a scorching sensation in his heart, and Xiao Mo's eyes dropped, as if he saw another face.

It's that girl...

There was an inexplicable throbbing in my heart.

Xiao Mo didn't know why, he actually felt a sense of joy and nervousness.

He couldn't help but fell...

He responded to the kiss.

This night.

Destined to be an endless night.

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The next day, Xiao Mo opened his wistful eyes.

The brain is blank, and there is a nausea in the chest.

Xiao Mo wanted to get up, but found that he was holding a woman in his arms at the moment.

His pupils suddenly shrank and his face suddenly changed.

"Bang Dang", he was sluggish.

What did he do last night?

How could he and Xiaoyi...

Xiao Mo was very upset in his heart, trying to think back, but couldn't remember anything.

He is fragmented.

At this time, Wen Zimei woke up.

She blinked at Xiao Mo with big eyes, but her face was calm, "Amo, you are awake."

"Little boy...I...we..."

Xiao Mo stammered nervously.

Wen Zimei sat up and pulled the quilt to cover her snow-white body.

"Amo, don't you remember? You obviously took the initiative last night..."

She showed a small aggrieved expression, as if she was a victim, tears flickered in her eyes, and tears seemed to fall at any time.

Seeing that she was about to cry, Xiao Mo thought he had made a mistake and apologized, "I'm sorry...I really don't remember."

He remembered that he didn't drink much last night, so why did he break up?

Is his drink so bad?

Since losing his memory, Xiao Mo hadn't drunk alcohol, so he didn't know the bottom line of his alcohol volume.

The lesson this time made him understand that in the future, he must never drink anymore.

Wen Zimai's tears dripped down, her lips pressed, and she didn't know how to answer.

"Little boy, you... don't cry first..."

Xiao Mo was panicked for a while, no matter how this kind of thing was considered, the girl suffered a lot.

Wen Zimei said in a crying voice: "How can I not cry, are we such a one-night stand? Or friends? What do you think of me?"

Xiao Mo choked for a while and was startled by her sharp words.

"I..." He thought for a long time, but he didn't know how to answer this sentence.

Wen Ziyi was annoyed: "Amo, I am not that kind of casual woman. Since such a thing has happened, I might as well die. Anyway, I have no face to live in this world."

When the words fell, Wen Zimei was about to get up, ready to jump off the building.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Mo immediately grabbed her arm and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I will be responsible for you. Don't do stupid things."

As a man, he didn't want to escape the mistakes he made.

Since it happened, he always had to give the other party an explanation and solve the problem head-on.

If it really caused the other party to commit suicide because of this, he would feel guilty for a lifetime.

"Responsible?" Wen Zimei looked back at him and asked with tears, "How are you going to be responsible?"

"I..." Xiao Mo was also distressed, and the gentleman asked the other person, "How do you want me to be responsible? As long as I can do it, I will meet your requirements."

Wen Zimei lowered her eyes, tears could not stop flowing, "Isn't this kind of thing that happens between boy and girl friends? If you don't mean that to me, I won't force you."

"I will be your boyfriend." Xiao Mo understood what she meant.

She wants a place.

Xiao Mo didn't want to evade responsibility, although he had no plans to fall in love, but now this matter can only be resolved in this way.

He must bear this responsibility.

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