If a smile is to cover up, tears will be irreversible.

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For several days, Guo Xiaoman kept drawing design drawings in the room except for eating.

Zhuang Weiren did not make things difficult for her, except for the unmoved pig's trotter soup every day.

Guo Xiaoman wanted to vomit when he drank.

On the dinner table this day.

Zhuang Weiren took out a tissue and pressed the corner of his mouth gracefully. He saw the pig's trotter soup that had never been moved before. He knocked his fingers on the dining table, "Drink it."

"No." Today, he said he would not drink anything. Guo Xiaoman reached out and pushed the pig's trotter soup away from him.

Zhuang Weiren frowned, "It's good for your wound." After saying that, he glanced at Guo Xiaoman's shoulder, and even glanced downwards.

After a moment of rushing, Guo Xiaoman's face turned red.

That day she angrily shook Zhuang Weiren's ears. Later, after thinking about it carefully, his hand seemed to touch her chest. Now his eyes made her feel that he was looking at her chest, and glaring, "Where are you looking?"

"It's not that I haven't seen it." Zhuang Weiren withdrew his gaze and said lightly.

Guo Xiaoman suddenly widened her eyes and hurriedly looked at Aunt Liu. When she saw her in the kitchen, she felt relieved, but her face became redder and redder.

He roared at Zhuang Weiren in shame and anger, "No mention of the past is allowed."

"Why?" The man looked curious, like a curious baby.

Guo Xiaoman actually felt that he was quite cute at this time.

The corners of her mouth were thrust hard. She was injured and her mind was not working well. Her tone was bad, "Where did you get so many reasons? In short, you are not allowed to mention it in the future."

"Oh." The man seemed to have been taught and responded obediently.

Guo Xiaoman let out a sigh of relief, and before he could breathe slowly.

"Drink this bowl of pig's trotter soup."

"If you don't drink, my injury has healed." Guo Xiaoman shook his head and would never drink anything he said today.

Zhuang Weiren raised his eyebrows, "I really don't drink it?"

"I really don't drink it, it's even more true than pearls."

"Okay." Zhuang Weiren did not let Guo Xiaoman drink it anymore, and ordered Aunt Liu who was in the kitchen, "Aunt Liu, pour this bowl of pig's trotter soup."

Guo Xiaoman looked at Zhuang Weiren in surprise. She was so easy to talk to today.

An hour later she thought it was wrong.

There is no one else who is so weird about this man.

Guo Xiaoman came out of the bathroom with a bath towel and looked at the man sitting on the sand with a little collapse.

Since that day, she will lock the door every time she takes a shower.

I have been in peace for several days, but today I didn't lock the door, so the man came in.

Zhuang Weiren's left leg was elegantly superimposed on his right leg, looking at Guo Xiaoman calmly, as if he didn't see her slightly distorted face.

He even asked with concern, "Have you washed?"

Guo Xiaoman was so angry that her whole body was trembling, and she pointed at the door and said, "Go out."

Zhuang Weiren looked at her quietly for a while and stood up.

Guo Xiaoman thought he would leave, but the man actually walked towards her.

Suddenly, when I remembered the last scene, the difference was that I wore a bathrobe last time, and this time it was a bath towel, which was more exposed than last time, and she was still in a blank space.

Guo Xiaoman put his hands on his chest and looked at Zhuang Weiren with warning, "Don't come over."

"I'm going to slap me again?" The man pulled the corner of his mouth indifferently, but his steps did not mean to stop.

Guo Xiaoman retreated, wearing shower slippers on his feet. Because of nervousness, one shoe ran out and the other foot stepped on it, tripping himself up.

Seeing that he was about to fall, he closed his eyes.

"So afraid of falling, huh?" The man's slightly hoarse voice rang in his ears.

The expected fall did not happen, but instead rushed into the familiar embrace. The faint smell of tobacco on the man's body blew into her face, causing her heart to beating for half a beat.

Guo Xiaoman's little face was blushing like a cooked shrimp, red, and as attractive as a ripe apple. Zhuang Weiren was a little lost for a moment, and unconsciously held the woman's waist tightened his hands.

The woman's body was tightly pressed against him, and there was a certain part in front of him that was even particularly obvious on his chest, and the ears gradually became red.

"Bedwetting King, let me go quickly." Guo Xiaoman was angry and shouted out Zhuang Weiren's nickname.

"What are you calling me?" The originally ambiguous air suddenly became cold like frost.

Guo Xiaoman struggled in Zhuang Weiren's arms for a while, "I'll call you the bedwetting king, you stinky hooligan."

The bath towel was originally tied gently, but Guo Xiaoman struggled back and forth, and ended up falling to the ground.

Guo Xiaoman wanted to die, and the man's hand was still on her smooth back.

Zhuang Weiren was originally angry, but he was a little confused at this moment.

Especially the woman had no cover on her body and was pressing against herself naked. The tumultuous rain of the hotel that night appeared in her mind, and her throat moved unconsciously.

Guo Xiaoman blushed and used all his strength to push the man away, and wanted to run to the bathroom, but was tripped by the towel under his feet.

The waist was caught by a strong arm, but the man's other hand was placed on her chest, and Guo Xiaoman's whole body froze.

Zhuang Weiren was also stunned, then the corners of his mouth curled up, his hand holding the woman tightened, and even his other hand tightened.

"Zhuang Weiren, no..."

Guo Xiaoman widened her eyes and looked at the enlarged face in front of her. Did this stinky man actually kiss her?

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