Demon President, please don't touch me

061 doesn't like scumbags. The night is thick and suitable for people to sleep soundly. The harsh sound of brakes from downstairs disturbed Duanmumu's clear dream.

A few minutes later, the door of the room was slammed open and closed again. She was confused and wanted to open her eyes and turn on the light to see what was going on, but before she could touch the switch, her body was pressed down, accompanied by a pungent smell of alcohol. The smell made her vomit.

"Leng Anchen, you're drunk, you went to the wrong room," Duanmumu had already identified who this person was from the familiar breath, she pushed him away, but his body was as heavy as a dead pig.

Duanmumu doesn't like to draw the curtains when she sleeps. At this moment, the moonlight shines in like silver, and it falls on her small face. Her skin is as white as jade, her pupils are black, and she has the impatience of being disturbed. Looking at her like this, it has a special flavor .

Cold fingers caressed her face involuntarily, Leng Anchen thought of what he heard in the restaurant during the day, his heart seemed to be tightened by a thin thread, "You really want to leave me?"

What he said was inexplicable, but it was the truth. Duanmumu nodded heavily, but the next second, his lips became hot, and he kissed her wildly. …

"Hmm..." The pain of grinding her lips and teeth woke her up again, and Duanmu slapped him vigorously.

Leng Anchen stopped, unexpectedly did not invade her further as before, but just looked at her black eyes like a bottomless canyon, carrying the darkness that swallowed everything.

She shrank, and a trembling fear welled up deep in her heart.

"Leng Anchen, I'm very tired, can you stop drinking and go crazy?" At this moment, she just wanted to stay away from this man, because she knew his danger well, let alone he was drunk.

He rubbed her porcelain cheeks with his fingers, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes, "Honey, I'm actually not drunk..." As he spoke, he hiccupped, and Duanmumu couldn't breathe because of the choking.

Turning his face away, avoiding him, Duanmumu closed his eyes, "Okay, you are not drunk, but I will be drunk by you, you want to sleep, right, the big bed will let you."

As he said that, Duanmumu was about to push him out of bed, she would rather sleep on the sofa tonight, but he didn't give her a chance at all, he pressed her down hard, and put his face closer to her, "Other Women are eager to cling to me, why do you want to leave me anyway, huh?"

This is a question he has been struggling with ever since he heard her talking with Lan Yiran.

When Duanmumu heard this question, he smiled faintly, that smile was like a white lotus blooming quietly under the moonlight, "Because I don't like scumbags."

Suddenly, the fingers that brushed her face pressed heavily, and her skin as thin as a cicada's wing was almost crushed by him. His eyes looked straight at her, with anger, and his voice became harsh, " Am I that unbearable in your heart?"

She actually called him a scumbag, and it was the first time that Leng Anchen was ridiculed by a woman like this when he was so old.

Duanmumu brushed his hand away, and the acquaintance with him flashed in his mind, "Fucking around with women in the toilet, taking lovers and new wives on honeymoon, allowing myself to have a mistress, not allowing me to say a word with other men, Take me on vacation but leave me behind, Leng Anchen, don't you think that you are not scumbag or cheap enough?"

Originally, my heart was numb and I didn't feel anything, but at this moment, Duanmumu's heart still couldn't help being sour. Fortunately, the night was dark enough to cover the loneliness on her face, "Leng Anchen, a man like you, I can't help but feel sour. Duanmumu doesn't care for it, nor does he want it."