Before the person around him moved, he closed the door.

The man squatted in front of Yan Qiaoan and asked in a low voice.

"What you are talking about is the gastroenterologist of the Imperial Capital People's Hospital, Tan Yunyun?"

"Well... we are all from the same hospital. We usually look up and see each other. You said... Isn't it just a joke in her eyes..."

Yan Qiaoan took advantage of the drunkenness and tears rustled.

"She knows..."

She was halfway through her speech, and suddenly looked up with surprise.

The wet eyes as deer-like as a deer, collided with the man's deep gaze, and Yan Qiaoan suddenly sat up with support.

"Who are you?"

The man was wearing only a bathrobe, his hair was slightly hanging on his forehead, "I should ask you this."

"Sorry, I probably went to the wrong room." Yan Qiaoan said, and was about to get up.

But now her steps were weak and the moment she stood up, she slanted to the side again.

"You're drunk." The man whispered: "I'm a little interested in what you just said."

When Yan Qiaoan thought of this, he felt very aggrieved.

She stood up holding the table and pulled the man's bathrobe to let him approach her.

"You said, am I really making men have no desire?"

"Hmm?" The man was stunned.

He raised his hand lightly and kept a reasonable distance between the two.

But it was his actions that made Yan Qiaoan even more uncomfortable.

"You men are the same. What's wrong with me? Don't you even dare to kiss me?"

"I..." the man said lightly, "You recognized the wrong person."

"I didn't treat you as anyone, I was just asking you."

Yan Qiaoan looked at the person in front of him with bright eyes.

The man frowned and said nothing.

Yan Qiaoan suddenly took the initiative, she raised her hand and put her arms around the man's neck, and tiptoed to kiss his lips.

Her kiss was awkward, making his lips hurt.

He held her head with one hand, his lips and tongue intertwined, as if he wanted to teach her how to kiss her.

Her bare hands also quietly lifted his bathrobe.

Yan Qiaoan's mind now was floating in his mind. The photos that made people blush and blood bleed between his nose.

The man chewed in her ear and said quietly, "You have to know, I am a normal man, you will continue like this..."

"A normal man? That's the best."

Yan Qiaoan seems to be trying to prove what he is using his drunkenness.

She tried her best to "tempt" the man in front of her.

After a beautiful scene, the man looked at the bright red under her buttocks, "Don't Tan Yunyun's mistress touch you?"

Whether it was the pain or sadness in his body, Yan Qiaoan was in tears.

She bit her lip lightly.

"That bastard Pan Mu! He lied to me!"

She used all the few swear words she had that she could have.

Zhou Yan listened to her complaints and smiled: "Those nonsense words will only deceive you at most."

But after his voice, the girl's steady breathing sound.

Even though they were crying like that, they were still able to fall asleep on the bed of strangers.

Zhou Yan sat at the head of the bed and lit a cigarette.

He picked up his cell phone and looked at the message Tan Yunyun and himself sent last night.

:Please choose September for engagement date, which is long and good.

Holding the cigarette, his long fingers jumped quickly on the screen.

: Let’s talk about it again.

After replying, he threw his phone aside, his eyes drooped, and his gaze swept across the girl's face.

She faded away the active charm she had just now, but her appearance was a rare cold and indifferent color, with fair and tender skin, as if a pool of clear water would ripples.
Chapter completed!