"Why do you hate me so much?"

“…”

Zhou Zimo lowered his eyes and thought to himself, I should ask you this.

"I don't give me food, I don't give me wine."

"It will be uncomfortable if you drink too much."

Ye Yifan stared at him blankly and said with a blank expression: "Then you still hit me."

"..." Zhou Zimo petrochemical on the spot.

"You just hate me."

Ye Yifan tilted his body and slid down from the bench, like a kitten skating and fell down. He crawled several times but didn't get up. He simply lay on the ground, rolled around, muttering, "I want to drink more."

Zhou Zimo walked over and picked her up from the ground, and pinched her red little face: "No more, drunkard."

"I want to hit you."

The woman's little fist hit him, and just hit the metal button of his clothes.

Fearing that she was injured, Zhou Zimo held her slender wrist and stopped her behavior: "Why hit me?"

"Because I'm drunk." Someone was justified.

Zhou Zimo looked at her strangely, was she really drunk or fake?

Ye Yifan frowned, closed his eyes, and his fair and flawless little face flushed on both sides.

The long black hair was scattered on both sides, and the curly and thick eyelashes were hanging quietly, looking very beautiful.

After not touching her for so long, Zhou Zimo didn't know how she came here.

The moment she touched her body, her self-control almost collapsed in an instant.

But Ye Yifan didn't know anything.

The soft body was placed on the bed, Zhou Zimo pinched her chin and kissed her warmly. Ye Yifan felt uncomfortable being kissed, frowned and shook his little head: "Don't eat me."

Zhou Zimo hugged her slender body and slowly calmed down his disordered aura.

She fell asleep as soon as she was let go. Her messy hair covered half of her cheeks, revealing her red and swollen face.

The man's big hand gently stroked her cheek. Her face was small, not as big as his palm. During this period, it looked smaller and his chin became pointed.

"sorry."

He lowered his eyes lonely, not knowing what he had been sucking madly, but he actually attacked her.

She looks so fragile and so small...

I wanted to apply some medicine to her, but Ye Yifan was not honest when he sleeps and moved around as soon as he touched her.

As soon as his finger touched her cheek, she immediately waved it away. Zhou Zimo grabbed her hand and touched her skinny fingers, causing dull pain in his heart.

Because of her failure to cooperate, the medicine was not done.

Finally, Zhou Zimo changed into her clean pajamas and hugged her and fell asleep peacefully.

Until the middle of the night, Ye Yifan suddenly coughed, and Zhou Zimo hugged her small body and patted her back gently: "What's wrong?"

"Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Ye Yifan didn't speak, but the sound of coughing became louder and louder.

I was dizzy and my stomach seemed to be on fire. Even my breathing was hot, and I felt a burst of fishy and sweet throat.

Zhou Zimo frowned, as if he realized something. He suddenly dug out Ye Yifan's little head from his arms, and suddenly found that a small piece of blood had fainted from his clothes at some point.

Ye Yifan closed his eyes and let out a painful whimper in his mouth: "Don't touch me."
Chapter completed!