In a familiar embrace, Ling Luoyu turned a person, habitually lifted his leg to press on his waist, and got into the other's arms.

"headache!"

Whispering, she opened her eyes dimly and met those familiar eyes.

Only in an instant, she suddenly remembered everything.

"liqueur?!"

There was a problem with the wine last night! !

Mo Xuanchen looked at her softly, trying to find traces of his own existence in her eyes.

"What the **** are we?!"

Before he could say anything, Ling Luoyu kicked him under the bed.

"boom!"

Mo Xuanchen snorted and climbed to the side of the bed.

"Mo Xuanchen, what are you talking nonsense? What can we have?!"

Ling Luoyu checked himself for the first time and made sure that he did not have **** with him under the influence of alcohol!

Fortunately, the clothes are as usual!

It seemed that even though Mo Xuanchen had amnesia, he was still a gentleman, he didn't take advantage of others, and he didn't do anything to her!

Before she could get out of bed, Mo Xuanchen turned over and pressed her down.

"What happened last night, did you forget?!"

Ling Luoyu's eyes turned sharply: "Last night? What happened last night?!"

It seems that she didn't say anything, otherwise Mo Xuanchen should know everything, instead of asking her like this.

"Last night you kept calling my name..."

Before Mo Xuanchen's words were finished, she was interrupted by her exaggerated laughter.

"Haha!! Mo Xuanchen, the two of us are drinking together, of course we want to call your name, is it possible to call Amao Agou??!"

Mo Xuanchen's pupils shrank, and he squinted slightly: "Luo Xuan, if we were just people meeting together, you wouldn't call me like that..."

"Then what are we?" Ling Luoyu's eyes were slightly provocative, and he looked at him up and down, and the wicked smile faded from the corner of his lips: "You don't think I am your former lover? Do you think that you will Like a man?!"

Mo Xuanchen suddenly realized that he was still pressing Ling Luoyu. Although there was no physical contact, his posture was very ambiguous.

Suddenly turning around, he fell under the bed.

A look of disappointment flashed across Ling Luoyu's eyes, but he sat cross-legged, gracefully threw the corner of his clothes, and smiled evilly.

"What? You don't want me to be your lover?"

Mo Xuanchen turned his back to her without answering.

He is in a mess now, and he doesn't know what to do for a while.

Ling Luoyu gave him a special feeling, but how could he like a man? ?

From the heart, he himself couldn't accept that kind of self.

"You rest first, I...wait to see you later in the evening!!!"

He raised his foot to leave, but was summoned by Ling Luoyu.

"Don't! If you look at me, it's best to come during the day!! If you come to me at night, what will people say about me??"

Mo Xuanchen tilted his head slightly, but left without saying anything.

As soon as he left, Ling Luoyu's heart seemed to have been emptied, staring at the door in a daze.

For a moment, she regretted what she had just said.

What if he is angry and does not come at night? !

She lay down weakly on the bed, slowly holding the quilt in her arms.

The quilt was still filled with the aura of Mo Xuanchen, she took a deep sniff and covered herself completely, as if she had returned to his embrace again.

Hangover's head was groggy, and she fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, I was awakened by the smell of chicken legs, and I couldn't help but scream.