Wearing a mask, fall into pure love

In a daze, yuemuchen woke up.

Where is this?

Following the light, she saw the layout of the room.

Memory surged in like a tide. She sat up and looked around vigilantly.

no one.

Has he left yet?

She listened carefully for another two seconds and made sure there was no movement. Then she opened the quilt and looked nervously at her body.

Fortunately, my underwear is still on me.

She moved aside, carefully examined the quilt and sheets, and there was no trace of her concern. During the movement, there was no strange feeling on the body.

So he didn't do more to her?

She breathed a sigh of relief.

How did she sleep? I just remember that she seemed to smell a strange smell, and then she

Hiss... My head suddenly hurts.

It seems that I drank a little too much last night.

She reached out and stroked her forehead. Inadvertently, her hand touched her neck.

they hurt!

What's going on?

She climbed out of bed, went into the bathroom and looked into the wall mirror.

A rose red mark the size of a mosquito appeared in the middle of her neck.

what is it?

She looked into the mirror and gently poked on the mark. It didn't swell up, but it hurt a little when she touched it.

It shouldn't have been bitten by insects. What would it be?

Suddenly, what happened with him last night reappeared in her mind. She stared at the mark in the mirror and was stunned.

Is this... A kiss?!

Her face turned red, and all the beauties of last night began to play back in her mind. She hurried into the bathtub, opened the shower and rushed up.

After taking a bath and changing clothes, Yue Muchen opened the door.

At the door, a man she could not imagine was standing there.

"Wang..." she lost her voice.

Wang Siqian felt very different from usual.

He was still dressed as an elite, but his face was not as gentle as before.

He looked at her with a tired face. His eyes were bloodshot. His clean hair was a little scattered, and even his collar looked loose.

"Wake up?" He asked, in a voice that had never been hoarse.

Month Mu Chen Mu ran nodded, "how are you..."

"Follow up." He turned and walked to the other end of the corridor.

Yuemu Chen doesn't know why, but her intuition tells her that it's best not to ask anything now and do it obediently.

So she quickly followed.

Wang Siqian took her into a small private room in a high-end tea restaurant and ordered.

The meal was served quickly. After the waiter closed the door, Wang Siqian said faintly, "eat first."

Moon Mu Chen looked at him with a guilty heart, "don't you eat?"

Wang Siqian shook his head.

At this time, although Yuemu Chen is full of questions, he is full of emptiness.

"Then I'll eat first." She said, picked up a pineapple oil and swallowed it.

Wang Siqian didn't speak, so she had to eat all the time, but twenty minutes later, her stomach couldn't be stuffed any more.

She gave him a furtive glance.

He didn't say a word. He just looked at her silently. His eyes were distant, as if he were observing the world in another time and space.

Moon Mu Chen said nervously, "I'm full."

Wang Siqian rang the call bell.

The waiter went in again, cleaned up a table, and then handed over two cups of coffee.

When the door was closed again, Wang Siqian's lifeless eyes finally moved.

"Is he the reason why you refuse me?" His voice was no longer as hoarse as before, but became as cold as ice.

Moon Mu Chen unconsciously opened her eyes, "what?"

"I saw it all." Wang Siqian looked at her, and there seemed to be something beating in his cold eyes.