C27 He Patted Her on the Head

The male turtle suddenly hummed. . .

Integrating himself so much, enjoying it so much!

Wen Nuan's face was completely red. She hugged the male turtle's shell and pulled it back forcefully, trying to separate the two of them. They loved each other so deeply that they were unwilling to separate no matter how much they pulled. They even glared at her in a threatening manner.

"You still dare to glare at me? Do you want to be shameless? Don't you know to go back to your room?" She brandished her fist at the turtle, gritted her teeth, and silently cursed.

"What's that sound?" He turned his head, and asked doubtfully.

"I'll hiccup. . . Read the newspaper for a moment, I'll go to the bathroom first. "

Wen Nuan was so embarrassed that she wanted to drown the turtle! She could not pull away the loving couple, so she picked them up and walked quickly into the bathroom. She threw them in a corner and pressed the toilet repeatedly to make the sound of water covering the hard shell and grinding it.

She searched on Baidu. Other people's turtles would have sex at the end of May, but why did Shen Yem's turtles only come out at the end of June? This did not make sense!

"Shen Yem, your turtle. . . " She called Shen Yem and asked her in a low voice.

"The couple is together every day. Of course they have feelings. They don't even smack each other every day. Do you think you are the same as you? If you like it, you want to slap it. If you don't like it, you don't want to slap it. Do you understand? "

Shen Yem gave Wen Nuan a fierce lecture and made Wen Nuan confused. Actually, Wen Nuan was quite honest and her mouth was also honest. She could not say anything more than Shen Yem's pair of blade-like mouth.

The turtle husband and wife had already finished loving each other. Their heads rubbed together and moved intimately.

These two thick-skinned things were so ugly and they did not even dislike each other. This was true love, right? Wen Nuan slowly stood up and looked at the mirror in a daze.

She was so beautiful. Everyone said she was beautiful, but what about true love? Did she really not love it? So she was not willing to give it to Han Ting?

Just as she was feeling melancholy, her phone rang.

It was Han Ting. Her face sank, and she gritted her teeth as she hung up the phone. When her finger landed on the screen, she pressed the answer button.

"Nuan. . . Nuan, I was wrong. . . I miss you. . . " Han Ting's drunken voice entered her ears and he vaguely shouted.

The washroom was so quiet, and his voice was so loud. He was clearly roaring.

"How much did you drink?" She couldn't help but ask.

"Nuan, tell me the truth. Do you miss me? Come back quickly. I will love you this time. . . " Han Ting's voice immediately became excited.

Steamed Bun Nuan, why are you still talking to him? Forget about being drunk to death! Her nose turned sour and she silently hung up the phone.

Han Ting immediately called again. She turned off the phone, carried the turtle back to the sofa, and took an old piece of clothing to block the hole. She then locked the turtle couple inside.

She wasn't in a high mood. She read the newspaper with her head lowered, almost wanting to yawn.

Chi Jingshen leaned on the sofa and gradually closed his eyes. Finally, he fell on the sofa and fell asleep. . .

"Hey, this is my bed. . . " Wen Nuan was dumbfounded. How could Chi Jingshen sleep in her bed? Could it be that he wanted her to sleep on the floor? She pushed him a few times, but he did not move. His breathing was steady and long.

Annoying!

Wen Nuan stared at him for a while and pulled the pillow out from under his head. She threw it on the carpet and laid down.

Let her sleep on his bed?

Forget it. She still had people and things that she knew she shouldn't have provoked, so she kept a distance from them.

The night wind gradually cooled, and she shrunk into a ball, unable to fall asleep. Secretly looking at him, she saw that his long arms and legs were swaying, one of his hands was hanging below the sofa, and the tip of his clean fingernails was hanging onto the carpet. There was a ring mark on his middle finger. . . .

He was engaged?

Wen Nuan became interested and quietly approached him. She turned on the phone and used the phone's screen to illuminate his fingers.

She was wrong. It was not a ring print, but a circle of shallow scars.

How could she be injured? Was he injured along with his eyes? What happened five years ago that made him lose his light? Since she couldn't sleep anymore, she might as well go online to check the news from back then.

Unfortunately, there was no news about him on the Internet. He didn't have a blog or Weibo. . . His information was so clean that it was like a blank piece of paper.

Dingdong.

His phone rang.

Wen Nuan turned to look at him. He moved slightly and turned his face to the inside of the sofa.

Was he asleep or awake?

She couldn't help but move closer to him to take a look. The two faces were very close, and even his breathing had touched her cheeks. His long mascara was like two screens blocking the secret, hiding the real him firmly behind the secret.

"What do you want to do?" His hand suddenly reached over, grabbed her wrist, and pulled forward.

Wen Nuan was shocked by him. She was directly pulled by him and threw herself onto his body.

"Your phone rang. " She knocked so hard that her nose was crooked and quickly reminded him.

"Why are you here?" He did not let go. His other hand also came up and wrapped around her waist. Then, starting from her waist, he slowly caressed her hair.

"Why did you touch me. . . This is my sofa, you took over my sofa. " Wen Nuan's heart was in turmoil because of him. What happened to this person?

His hand stopped on her hair and gently patted it. He slowly spat out a word, "Oh. "

His phone rang again.

"Hurry up and answer it. " Wen Nuan looked at him in shock. His chest was boiling hot, and it was so hot that her cheeks were burning.

He slowly got up and went in.

Wen Nuan climbed onto the sofa, patted her chest and murmured, "Scared me to death. . . I thought I was going to do something reckless. "

His gentle voice came from his room. " I will come and see you soon. "

Men were all the same! She frowned, pulled up the blanket, and covered her head.