The alarm clock rang at half past seven on time, and Lan Ting groped with his eyes closed.

There was a pair of hot hands behind her, but she stopped the alarm clock one step ahead of her, then buried it behind her neck and kissed her from back to front.

Lan Ting regained consciousness when her hands were placed on her chest, and she pressed her hands against the chest of the man who was turning over.

"Are you awake?" His voice was still a little hoarse, "Continue?"

It was a handsome man who was a complete stranger. He raised his eyebrows, clasped her hands, and pressed them to her head.

"Are you satisfied last night?"

Last night? Yes, yesterday she finished destroying her wedding room with Han Pingtao. The anger was still stuck in her chest, so she went to bombclub to drink.

The man was originally sitting opposite her, but when she came back from going to the bathroom, he sat in her seat, held up her wine glass and shook it: "I advise you not to drink."

She was stunned, and when she turned her head slightly, she saw several men staring at her. When they saw her looking over, they looked away as if nothing had happened.

Lan Ting got close to him, took the wine glass and shook it: "Is there something?"

The man shook his head: "It's hard to say, it can't be vitamins."

Lan Ting chuckled, slowly poured out the wine in the glass, then pulled the man's arm away and squeezed into his arms.

She leaned close to his ear and blew: "Are you a bad person too?"

"It depends on how you define it." The man put his arm around her waist, which he could hold with only one hand, and his palms were hot.

A weak, boneless hand slid from his Adam's apple to his lower abdomen, where it seemed to be spinning around.

"I have to test it out before I know how to define it."

The man chuckled softly and hugged her closer: "It's all up to you."

Did you listen to her? No, this man completely followed his own rhythm. She was squeezed and flattened, bent and opened. At the most intense moment, she even wanted to turn over and run away, but he just pulled her over. He was very rogue:

"It's better to practice less."

Thinking of this, Lan Ting said: "Last night..." Her hands were restrained and she couldn't move. She raised her legs and tried to push him away, "It's over."

The man stopped moving and raised his head to look at her, with a surging undercurrent in his eyes.

Lan Ting tried her best to break free. She was a little annoyed and lost her footing: "Let me go."

He groaned, let go of her hand, sat up half-way, rubbed his messy hair, and when he looked at Lan Ting again, his eyes were clear.

Lan Ting pulled the quilt to cover his body. Without the obstruction of the night, the sunlight always made people awkwardly awake.

Just as she was about to say a few more concluding remarks, her cell phone rang, and it was her sister Lan Yue's exclusive ringtone.

Lan Yue rarely called her so early. She picked up the phone and said, "Hey, sister, what's wrong?"

From the corner of her eye, she saw the man getting up and walking into the bathroom, and then secretly let out a breath.

Halfway through the breath, he hung up again: "What? What did you say!"

On the other end of the phone was Lan Yue's weak voice: "Lanting... I hurt so much! My stomach hurts... I lost a lot of blood..."

"Sister, don't panic, where is your brother-in-law? Is Xiang Wei at home?" Lan Ting asked while getting dressed in a panic.

"He...he's not at home...he's gone out."

"Okay, okay, don't be afraid, I'll be here right away, right away!" Lanting hung up the phone, picked up his bag and rushed out of the room.

When Shao Jilang came out of the shower, the room was already empty. His expression was calm, even a little serious, as if he was alone originally, and as if his frivolity last night was all a dream.

After changing his clothes, he walked to the door and stepped on something. He moved his shoes and it was an ID card.
Chapter completed!