C5 Was That You Last Night

When she was looked at once, her entire body was covered in red spots, and there was a bright red color on the bed sheets.

"Ah!

Tong En had never experienced the affairs of a man and a woman, so he knew what that meant.

Last night? Last night, after drinking a glass of wine, her whole body felt like it was on fire. Later on, she remembered that she seemed to be wrapped around a man, yelling that it was hot …

The more he thought about it, the hotter his face became. Tong En cursed himself in a low voice: "What did you do!"

Looking around her, she clutched the sheet to her chest. The masculine scent of the sheet startled her.

"He woke up."

The magnetic bass voice was hoarse from waking.

She knew the man was standing right behind her, his spine cold, and as he clutched the sheet tightly to her, she saw the rims of his eyes suddenly redden behind the wedding dress that was still at the end of the bed.

She actually had an affair with a strange man on the night of her marriage!

Her heart thumped faster as the man in the bathrobe with his long legs and narrow waist sat on the bed in front of her. She was less than a meter away from him.

The man's facial features were deep and pleasing to the eye, his short black hair that had just been washed was hanging in front of his forehead, it was dry and dry. He had a beauty's point, and his skin was the colour of wheat, making him look masculine.

"…"

Swallowing her saliva, her face flushed red unexpectedly. A pair of watery eyes looked at him, bashful and fearful.

His chin was suddenly lifted, and he stared into his squinting eyes.

"Do you remember what happened last night?"

The thin lips had a mocking smile.

This man's aura was so strong that it struck fear in one's heart. His eyes were too deadly, and as he took a deep breath, he glanced at the kiss mark on his arm, unable to imagine that he was with this man last night …

She was so nervous that she couldn't breathe. She asked a very stupid question, "Was it you who was here last night?"

The man's pitch-black pupils contracted.

"Heh, if it's not me, who else would you like it to be?"

He suddenly withdrew his hand, a hint of displeasure on his handsome face. Having served this woman for the entire night, she had no idea how grateful she was to be asking such a stupid question.

He spoke as if he was the only one who could touch her.

"Yes, yes, auntie told you, when you marry into the Wan family, you must remember the name Wan Jingting, he is your husband, you can't think about that Ji brat, you must be loyal to your husband, do you understand?"

Loyalty...

The three words, Wan Jingting, popped up again, eyes closed. Tong bit his lower lip, caught a glimpse of the white beaded handbag on the bed cabinet, and grabbed it.

The man sat leisurely on the edge of the bed, stretched his long legs over the edge, lit a cigarette, and smoked slowly. She was curious as to how she wanted to deal with this matter.

Tong En grabbed the bag and got anxious. He hid under the blanket and filled in the bag, and then shakily handed over a cheque: "This is..." You … you reported the compensation last night! "

"…"

He had never seen anything like this before. What did she take him for?!

The man squinted, glancing at the numbers on the check. Ten thousand. Payee: Pay.