Chapter 10 Whose hand is this for the birthday party? It’s so big and warm. Could it be Linghu Shaofei’s?

She frowned slightly, closed her eyes, and guessed vaguely. She really couldn't stand the burning feeling all over her body. She slowly raised her hand and firmly grasped the hand touching her forehead, "Senior...

…Senior, I, I’m so hot…”

Senior?

Was she talking in her sleep because she was dreaming? Or was she talking nonsense because she had a fever?

Wu Hao was a little confused. He looked at her holding his hand that was touching her forehead, smiled faintly, gently opened her little hand, lifted the quilt wrapping her body, picked her up, and strode out of her room.

Bedroom.

Who is holding him and walking on an unknown road? Why doesn't he speak?

Mo Hanya was extremely confused. She wanted to open her eyelids and take a clear look at the person holding her on the road, but she didn't expect that her head was so dizzy, her eyelashes trembled several times, and she couldn't lift her heavy eyelids.

.

It seemed that after a long time, she felt that her head felt a little better and she was no longer so groggy and uncomfortable. She slowly opened her eyes and slowly saw the bottle hanging above her head. She felt confused in her heart, "What's wrong with me?"

"You have a cold and a high fever." As soon as she finished speaking, Wu Haowen's warm and magnetic voice came from the door of the ward.

"Mr. Wu?" Hearing his voice, Mo Hanya became even more confused. She tried her best to hold up her upper body and looked at him who was walking to the door in confusion. She vaguely remembered some vague scenes and her face was slightly twitching.

Yihong said, "Go, the person who went to my dormitory was you? The person who found out that I had a high fever and brought me here to get an IV drip was also... you?"

Wu Hao smiled faintly, nodded, walked slowly to her bedside, and looked at her with gentle eyes, "Do you feel better?"

"Well, I feel much better." Seeing his gentle and elegant face and hearing his caring words, Mo Hanya felt warm in her heart, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, "Manager Wu, thank you."

Wu Hao smiled lightly and said nothing.

"Oh, Mr. Wu, why did you go to my dormitory? Did you know beforehand that I had a fever?" This made her a little confused.

"At nine o'clock in the evening, I went to the bar. I knew that you didn't go to the bar to sing, so I went to your dormitory to look for you. As soon as I entered your dormitory, I saw that you were sick and had a high fever."

"Oh." She suddenly realized it and looked at the time on the wall, which was already pointing to 10 o'clock. There was a lot of apology on her face, "I'm sorry, I didn't know I would catch a cold. My body has always been good since I was a child.

I almost never get sick."

Wu Hao smiled softly, "Don't feel sorry. It's inevitable that people will get sick. You should have a good rest. I'll leave first."

"Yes." With the care of the manager, Mo Hanya felt much better. With a smile in her eyes, she watched him turn and leave. When he was about to walk out of the door, she couldn't help but smile and said: "Manager Wu, are you

A good steward."

Upon hearing her words, Wu Hao paused for a moment, turned around and smiled at her before walking out of the door.

Mo Hanya was smiling, and she wanted to follow him and leave this medicine-smelling ward as soon as possible, but seeing that there was still half a bottle of drip above her head, she could only lie on the bed obediently, waiting for the drip to finish.

Back to the dormitory.

….

When it was close to ten o'clock that night, Dongfang Yu also went to the bar. When he walked into the bar and saw that the stage was empty, his handsome eyes blinked in confusion, and he immediately reached out and grabbed a male waiter passing by and said, "The old woman singing

Woolen cloth?"

"Master Yu, Miss Mo didn't come to work today." The male waiter replied cautiously. Touch the big order.

Hearing this, Dongfang Yu frowned, let go of his hand, looked at the stage where no one was singing again, then turned around coolly and strode out of the bar with his hands in his pockets.

After leaving the bustling bar, he immediately walked towards Mo Hanya's easternmost dormitory. When he arrived at her dormitory, as usual, he raised his slender legs and kicked her unlocked door open with a handsome kick.

Bedroom door.

‘Bang’

With that kick, the door of her dormitory, which was not very strong, was of course wide open, welcoming him to enter at any time.

"Old woman..." With a cold and handsome face, he called her in a cold voice without any courtesy. He walked in coolly with his hands in his pockets. He saw that the bed was empty and that the whole room was full of people.

There was no sign of her, and his thick eyebrows frowned again, "I didn't go to the bar to sing. It's so late, where will I go?"

He didn't know what was going on. He couldn't see her and didn't know where she was going. He always felt a little unspeakably bored in his heart. He sighed secretly, walked to the corridor, raised his head and looked at the lonely sky.

The bright moon is in a daze out of boredom.

It was almost 12 o'clock, but he didn't leave, he still stood there silently.

Perhaps it was the faint feeling in his heart that made him feel indescribably depressed yet, or maybe it was that he had forgotten the time and unknowingly had a leisurely and elegant mood, raising his head to admire the bright moon that all literati and poets admired.

light.

Just as he was looking at the bright moon in ecstasy, Mo Hanya came over from the other end of the corridor with weak steps.

She slowly raised her head and looked forward, and instantly saw the tall figure leaning slightly against the corridor railing, standing under the moonlight. She felt extremely surprised, with eyes that were brighter than the stars, and she blinked several times in disbelief.

, "Dongfang Yu, why are you here?"

Hearing her voice, Dongfang Yu slowly turned his head to look at her. Somehow, he saw her under the dim and ambiguous light and shadow of the moonlight and night. Under her handsome skin, that cold heart

My hard heart softened slightly, my mouth opened, and I suddenly realized that I didn't know what to say.

Why is he so quiet? When he sees himself, doesn't he always say something cruel and frightening?

Mo Hanya was very confused, blinked her big red phoenix eyes, walked towards him slowly, stood beside him, raised her head, and under the moonlight, she quietly looked at his handsome face, while keeping silent.

Xie asked softly: "It's so late, why don't you go back to your bedroom to sleep?"

Dongfang Yu came back to his senses and realized that he was not only a little out of character, but also a little abnormal. He felt faintly embarrassed and replied matter-of-factly with a cold face: "Old woman, I am your boyfriend, I am waiting for you here.

, this is normal."

"I, I didn't say it was abnormal?" Mo Hanya blinked a little innocently.

"..." Dongfang was speechless and sighed secretly. He suddenly took her hand and strode towards the other end of the corridor.

"Hey, where are you dragging me to?" His vigorous and resolute actions gave Mo Hanya a headache.

"I'll take you back to the dormitory to sleep." Dongfang Yu said impatiently.

"But my dormitory is over there." Mo Hanya was very annoyed.

"Stop talking nonsense to me. My dormitory is not here. You are my girlfriend. You have to sleep wherever I sleep."

"Uh, Dongfang Yu, you are so disrespectful."

"So what?" Dongfang Yu said disapprovingly, "Shut up and follow me obediently. If you say another word, I'll knock out all your teeth with one punch."

Well, this eighteen-year-old brat really never forgets to use threatening tactics.

Mo Hanya was knocked unconscious by his punch that time. How could Mo Hanya dare to touch his fist again? After hearing his words, she immediately shut her mouth helplessly and obediently let him pull her into his luxurious room.

Big bed.

This night, they were still the same as the previous two nights.

Dongfang wanted to sleep on the comfortable and luxurious big bed, while Mo Hanya wanted to sleep on the leather sofa, which was much softer than the bed in her dormitory. Neither of them violated the other, so they lived in peace and order.

Spent the night.

In the following days, Dongfang Yu would go to the bar to pick her up from get off work at ten o'clock in the evening, and then drag her back to his bedroom. Although they slept separately, when he woke up in the morning, he would also pull her back to his bedroom. He would go out with her and run around the island. When he saw Dongfang Wang, he would hug her tightly without hesitation and stage a passionate and lingering French kiss on the beach in a show of affection.

His kisses seemed to be getting more passionate and lingering day by day, but every time Dongfang Wang saw the scenes of their loving and deep kiss, he always showed a look of disdain and disgust, and continued his morning exercises unaffected.

.

Time, sometimes, can be scary...

Day by day, Dongfang Yu came to the bar to pick him up from get off work every night, pulled him back to his bedroom to sleep every day, and almost every day pulled him to kiss his brother Dongfang Wang deeply. After that, Mo Han Ya actually got used to it without realizing it.

In the dead of night, she recalled this scene carefully, and sometimes the corner of her mouth would quietly raise without knowing it, vaguely doubting whether she was really in love?

In the blink of an eye, a week had passed since they were getting along like this. The night before the birthday party was about to be held, Dongfang Yuan was tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He raised his upper body from time to time and looked at her sleeping on the sofa with concern.

Mo Hanya seemed to be influenced by him and did not fall asleep. She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her thoughtfully and quietly. She was confused and worried, "What's wrong?"

Dongfang Yu was stunned, looking at her with his charming whirlpool eyes without blinking, suddenly he looked heavy and hesitant and said: "Old woman, let's make love."

When Mo Hanya heard this, a muffled thunder suddenly sounded in her head. She suddenly got up from the sofa and quickly walked towards the door.

Seeing this, Dongfang Yu's thick and heroic eyebrows immediately wrinkled in annoyance. When she was about to reach the door, there was a hint of helplessness on her lips, and she hurriedly called her out, "Come back soon, I'm kidding you."

Yes, you are so old. No matter how old you are, you can be my mother. How can I be sexually interested in you?"

Hearing this, Mo Hanya breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, she felt a little bit more unconvinced. She turned around and gave him a hateful look, then turned around and lay back on the soft sofa, holding a baby in her arms.

Sofa cushion, I closed my eyes thoughtfully...

After seeing her lying down obediently, Dongfang Yu also slowly lay on the bed, closed his eyes for a while, opened them again, and suddenly asked quietly: "Old woman, that time I kissed you forcefully on the stage.

, is this really your first kiss?”

"..." Mo Hanya said nothing, not wanting to answer such an embarrassing question. She exhaled and inhaled evenly, pretending that she had fallen asleep.

Dongfang Yu probably guessed that she was not asleep. After a while, he asked quietly again: "Old woman, are you really a virgin?"

"..." Mo Hanya ignored it and still pretended to be asleep. But when she heard this question, her face undoubtedly turned red, and she secretly scolded him several times... Dongfang Yu, what's wrong with you?

Ah? What does it have to do with you whether I am a virgin or not?

After a while of silence, Dongfang Yu muttered to himself again, turning sideways and looking coldly at the bright moon outside the window, "Old woman, who are you willing to give your first time to? Are you willing?
To be continued...