Ten minutes later.

After trying, Zhou Mo regretted it.

This time, it would be too much of a blow to a man's self-esteem.

She patted the man who was lying on her neck dejectedly, and asked carefully: "Are you... really not..."

Han Chen fell up and kissed Zhou Mo with anger.

After he kept tearing his hands together, Zhou Mo hugged Han Chen and gently comforted him: "I'll ask if Zhong Zhicheng is on duty tomorrow. I'll give you a call. Let's go and see..."

"No more," Han Chen kissed Zhou Mo again, blocking her chattering mouth.

"I'm not kidding," Zhou Mo said seriously: "I have long suspected you..., otherwise you wouldn't be able to brake in time when I was so proactive."

At that time, Zhou Mo's self-esteem was damaged.

"You're thinking too much," Han Chen stood up and grabbed Zhou Mo.

Zhou Mo was turned over and lay obediently on the bed.

Han Chen leaned over and pressed his lips against Zhou Mo's ears from behind, "It's not just once. And... the first time, inexperienced, normal. The second time..."

Zhou Mo's heart trembled and she was panicked. She wanted to look back, but Han Chen pressed her neck with one hand and could not move.

Seeing that he would not allow her to resist, you would know that Han Chen had made up his mind this time and would not give up until he was over.

Three o'clock in the middle of the night.

Zhou Mo, who was sore in waist and legs and sweaty, was carried to the bathroom by someone.

After a brief cleanup, someone took her back.

As soon as Zhou Mo got stuck on the bed, he immediately got into the quilt, distanced himself from someone, and turned his back to him.

Han Chen smiled, grabbed the clothes at the end of the bed, lay behind Zhou Mo, patted her on the shoulder, "Are you angry?"

"No."

"Put your clothes first and be careful of catching a cold."

Zhou Mo reached out and sucked over, got up and prepared to put on his clothes.

Han Chen hugged Zhou Mo's waist and directly took the person out of the quilt.

Zhou Mo seemed to be frightened and quickly pushed him, "You are not allowed to..."

"Scared?"

Zhou Mo bit his lip and scolded Han Chen thousands of times in his heart.

Han Chen took the clothes, put them on her head, and took out her arms from her sleeve.

Although Zhou Mo has a little temper, he is also very cooperative with Han Chen.

Han Chen leaned over and kissed Zhou Mo's soft lips with a shallow heartache.

"Let you laugh at me."

Zhou Mo bowed his head and felt very aggrieved, "I underestimated you, but you can't..."

It's a life-threatening thing.

Is she his enemy or what?

Her waist is still hurting now, and her legs are like she is practicing splits in her dance class. Her tendons are about to break.

The bed sheets are too rough and the knees are still scratched.

Han Chen smiled: "I'll be gentle in the future."

He looked down at the waterproof bandaid on Zhou Mo's knees and kissed her gently.

"I was wrong," Han Chen said: "Does it still hurt?"

Zhou Mo asked: "You talk about knees?"

Han Chen: "Yes."

Zhou Mo glanced at him: "The knees don't hurt, the waist hurts, and it's stretched."

This is a common sequelae of long-term sitting among workers.

Han Chen: "I'll rub it for you a few times. You should do more stretching in the future to prevent lumbar muscle strain."

Zhou Mo couldn't ask for anything, no one wanted a free massage, so she lay down obediently.

Han Chen gently rubbed her waist, and the force was neither light nor heavy.

"I am worthy of being a doctor. Why don't you open a massage shop? You can also generate income when doing side jobs."

"Nonsense," Han Chen changed the topic, "Will it be better to put a pillow next time?"

Zhou Mo turned around and glared at him, "I have so many ideas."

"It's not that I have many ideas, but why are you so spoiled? You have no way to do anything."
Chapter completed!