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Wen Ruo woke up slowly, he always felt that he was against a hot wall, although it was quite warm, but it was too hard to panic.

Wen Ruo, who was not fully awake, was still suffering from a hangover headache. He touched the wall in front of him, and found that the wall was beating in small increments. come out.

"Huh? Don't move, sleep again." A hoarse male voice came from above Wen Ruo's head, followed by a pair of stiff arms. The man wrapped around Wen Ruo's waist, and his breathing gradually became steady again.

Wen Ruo pressed against the man's chest and tried to recall what happened last night tremblingly.

It's over!I only remember chatting with a few big brothers, I don’t know anything else...

My God!Bless me for not going whoring last night, I really can't afford the money for whoring and the money for this soft couch incense tent.

Another quarter of an hour later, the man hummed twice above Wen Ruo's head, and slowly woke up.Wen Ruo was so courageous that he raised his throat, he swallowed, and said stammeringly, "Brother, brother?"

"Huh?" The man raised his arm in doubt, and Wen Ruo slowly floated out of the quilt like a little chicken.

When Wen Ruo saw that face so close, his breath became shallow: Isn't this the one who stared at him with a murderous expression yesterday?Is it Lord Rabbit...

It's dead!How much does this face cost a night!

Wen Ruo didn't notice that the other party was painting his face with eyes full of love, and now there is only one sentence left in his mind:

I'm about to be sold into a small restaurant!

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Wu Lin slept very soundly this time, and after waking up, he still felt the thin and small person in his arms, which was a little strange to him, so he fished that person out of the bed.

He is a martial arts practitioner, and his physique is the best among the best. What's more, he has never lost his memory after getting drunk, so he immediately recognized this white-faced scholar:

Wow!After writing so many love letters, it finally came to an end. This person must also like me, otherwise how could he be jealous and sleep with him again...

Wu Lin sorted out his expression, trying not to look like a boy who loves and affectionately, yes, he just wanted to play hard to get.

"How are you? Are you okay?"

Unexpectedly, the white-faced scholar cried immediately after hearing his speech, and asked him inexplicably while crying:

"How much do you pay for one night? I can go to the desert to pan for gold and pay you back. Don't sell me into a small restaurant, okay?"

Wu Lin gently wiped away the white-faced scholar's tears with his calloused hands: "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything to you. I am an upright gentleman, and I must be upright when I chase people."

The white-faced scholar twitched twice, his eyelashes trembling with tears, and they swept straight into Wu Lin's heart, "You, are you chasing me?"

The corner of Wu Lin's mouth curled up slightly: "Are you a fool? You have asked me twice."

"I'm Wulin, the Wulin who wrote you a book of love letters."

The white-faced scholar was startled, as if he remembered something.