Rong Jiuci and Murong Rong fell on the sofa together, and he hugged her tightly. The atmosphere between the two of them was rising steadily, so hot that it seemed like it would be ignited in an instant.
The man's breath was snatched away, Murong Rong's arms instinctively tightened around his shoulders, but his consciousness sank little by little, and his eyes closed little by little.
As Rong Jiuci was immersed in the kiss, he suddenly noticed that the girl under him had stopped moving. He raised his head and saw that Murong Rong was sleeping soundly.
This little heartless guy.
He teased himself so much that he couldn't stop, but she fell into a deep sleep.
Just like a little piggy.
The more Rong Jiuci thought about it, the angrier he became. He wished he could shake Murong Rong awake and continue.
But, after all, no one has.
He buried his face in Murong Rong's neck, smelling her alcoholic breath, gradually calming down the heat in his body.
He thought viciously that one day, he would let Murong Rong get his money back with interest. Anyway, there was only a long time to come between them.
As for Murong Rong’s thoughts...
As his future wife, he will fully respect her, except for leaving him.
Rong Jiuci hugged Murong Rong and lay there for a while, then took her back to the bedroom.
In the room, Rong Jiuci hugged Murong Rong and slept with her.
midnight.
"No……"
Murong Rong suddenly started gibbering.
Rong Jiuci woke up immediately and turned on the wall lamp in the room.
Murong Rong, who was sleeping in his arms, closed her eyes, frowned and muttered: "An An... won't... come back..."
Her beautiful face was wrinkled, and the expression on her face was extremely painful. Under the warm light, tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes.
"Murong Rong! Murong Rong!" Rong Jiuci shook Murong Rong's shoulders to wake her up.
But no matter what he said, Murong Rong couldn't hear him.
She didn't call An An's name anymore, but she had a fever.
Rong Jiuci touched Murong Rong's forehead and it was hot. He immediately took the medicine box, found antipyretic medicine from it and gave it to Murong Rong.
Murong Rong did not cooperate. Rong Jiuci fed her several times, but the antipyretic medicine was not absorbed at all. Instead, most of Murong Rong's clothes were wet.
Rong Jiuci had no choice but to take the last sip of the antipyretic medicine into her mouth. Then, she held Murong Rong's chin and poured it into her mouth.
After that, he got another basin of hot water, took off Murong Rong's soaked clothes, and wiped her body.
I haven't had time to put her into new pajamas yet.
Murong Rong started crying again.
She was nestled in Rong Jiuci's arms, crying not loudly, sobbing, but her tears kept falling like a faucet.
Rong Jiuci had no choice but to hold Murong Rong in her arms, patting her back as if to comfort her.
When she finally fell into a deep sleep, the sky outside had already begun to grow hazy and bright.
The next day.
Murong Rong woke up when the golden sunlight shone in through the glass window, bringing warmth to her face.
When she opened her eyes, she saw the honey-colored chest in front of her, and above that was the man's sexy Adam's apple and his unparalleled handsome face.
However, she was held in the man's arms like a baby.
Murong Rong felt a little uncomfortable and subconsciously wanted to struggle.
However, she just made a move, and the man's big hand on her back patted her gently, as if coaxing an ignorant baby, the movements were fluent and skillful, like an instinct imprinted in her bones.
"Don't cry, go to sleep."
cry……
Why would she cry when everything is fine?
What nonsense is this man talking about?
Murong Rong couldn't help but push Rong Jiuci: "Get up!"
Rong Jiuci opened his eyes sleepily, his expression full of sleepiness: "Are you awake?"
"Yes." Murong Rong responded, without hesitation, he pulled his arm away and turned around to get out of bed.
"Where are you going?" Rong Jiuci suddenly grabbed Murong Rong's wrist, his expression already filled with displeasure.
I have to leave as soon as I wake up, even crossing the river and burning the bridge cannot be done so quickly!
"Leave me alone!" Murong Rong wanted to shake off Rong Jiuci's hand and leave, but her strength was far different from Rong Jiuci's, and she simply couldn't do it.
Murong Rong had no choice. She really couldn't stand up to Rong Jiuci anymore, so she said helplessly: "I'm going to the bathroom."
She couldn't bear it anymore.
Rong Jiuci let go, and then saw Murong Rong hurried into the bathroom.
Rong Jiuci got out of bed. He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and opened it a little. The cold wind that poured in instantly blew away his sleepiness from lack of sleep.
When Murong Rong finished washing and came out of the bathroom, she saw Rong Jiuci standing not far away.
She glanced at him and walked out.
"Murong Rong!" Rong Jiuci stood in front of her: "Where are you going?"
"Work." Murong Rong was very dissatisfied with Rong Jiuci and couldn't help but said: "Rong Jiuci, I am not a prisoner. You cannot and are not qualified to guard me like this."
"I have."
Rong Jiuci forced Murong Rong to the corner, and with a bang, his palms pressed against the wall, trapping Murong Rong between his chest and the wall.
He took Murong Rong's hand, put it on his chest, and ordered her: "Take off your clothes for me!"
With a bang, Murong Rong's brain exploded. She immediately took her hand back as if she was being burned: "Rong Jiuci, why are you so crazy again! If you are really so hungry, go find another woman."
.Anyway, as long as you say something, women will follow you! Why don’t you pester me early in the morning?"
"I'm sorry, I can only pester you." Rong Jiuci swept away the suspicious specks on the towel: "Last night you lay on my chest crying with snot and tears. Now it's natural for you to take it off."
cry?
Murong Rong instinctively denied that she was not a crybaby, let alone crying in Rong Jiuci's arms.
But, in the next second, some memories came flooding back like a tide.
She was clamoring to go home.
She vomited Rong Jiuci all over her body.
She drank the boiling sobering soup, burned her tongue, and then stuck out her tongue for Rong Jiuci to see.
Then, she cried again in the middle of the night, lying in Rong Jiuci's arms and crying and fussing.
What is social death?
For Murong Rong, it was now. She really wished that she could be like everyone else and just break the film when she was drunk, so she wouldn't have to face the embarrassment at this moment.
"I remembered?"
Murong Rong nodded despite her embarrassment, and she couldn't help but said: "I was drunk, I didn't mean it."
Rong Jiuci looked at her sideways and said calmly: "Do you think you can still stand here calmly on purpose?"
He became impatient: "Take off your dirty clothes quickly."
Murong Rong did not move, her eyelashes blinked desperately because of nervousness: "You can take it off yourself, it is very easy. If you are embarrassed, I will avoid it now."
After saying that, he bowed down and tried to get out from under Rong Jiuci's arm.
Rong Jiuci suddenly grabbed Murong Rong's shoulders and pushed her back against the wall.
He had a strong attitude: "Whoever caused the trouble will deal with it. Otherwise, don't blame me for seeking justice in my own way."
After a pause, he stared at Murong Rong's red lips and said, "Perhaps you want to ask me to seek justice now."