Moxinian is sitting on the side, looking directly at her.
Startled, she quickly sat up.
But because the two of them last night…
There was nothing covering her at the moment.
She quickly reached out and pulled the quilt to block herself, her eyes dodging around.
Moxinian raised the corner of his lips: “good morning.”
Howard was in a panic.
That day, at the beach, brother Xinian once said that he hoped that he could say good morning to her every morning when he woke up.
She didn’t dare to think any more, and quickly jumped out of bed wrapped in the quilt.
She took the only quilt off the bed, and Moxinian was naturally exposed to her eyes in its original form.
She didn’t dare to look, blushed, picked up the clothes on the ground, and ran into the bathroom.
When she came out fully dressed, moxinian had already changed her clothes.
Howard breathed out: “I have to go to school.”
Moxinian said: “what’s the hurry, I’m late anyway.”
Howard ignored, turned around and walked to the door.
Moxinian reached out and grabbed her wrist.
“Wynn, do you dare to look into my eyes and say again that you don’t love me?”
Howard looked up at him, gritted his teeth and said firmly, “I dare, I don’t love you.”
Moxinian turned her around and faced her face to face.
“you are lying.”
“I don’t,” Howard said, “I just don’t love you.”
“Then how do you explain what happened last night?”
Howard panicked.
Last night, she thought that after the matter was over, she got up and went to sleep in the next room.
But I didn’t expect that because I was too tired, I fell asleep like that…
Moxinian said with firm eyes: “you said, before you were willing to give yourself to me, you mistakenly thought that you loved me very much. What about last night? You also mistakenly thought that you loved me very much? ”
“You drink too much,” Howard dared not look at him: “I I don’t have the strength to push you away. ”
Moxinian hooked his lips: “Wynn, it seems that I will have to drink with you a few times in the future.”
He reached out and squeezed Howard’s chin: “my drinking capacity is much better than you imagine.”
Hawthorne thought to himself, it’s over, “you…were you drunk last night?”