145: C145 Dream

C145 Dream

Youyou, who was riding on Gong Mingchuan, reached out her green fingers and grabbed his ear. She breathed out alcohol on his face. "I told you, don't touch me. I don't like others touching me!"

"Then what do you want to do with me?"

His ears were pinched by a woman, and he was also being ridden by her. Gong Mingchuan suddenly remembered that this woman had said that he was a fierce horse, and his expression became more and more hostile.

Damn it, did this woman really treat him as a horse?

"I touched you? What a joke! Did I touch you?" Le Youyou's nose trembled and she sniffed his face like a cat. Her hand was still pinching his earlobe. "Tell me, where did I touch you?"

The woman just rode on the man's body. Under the light, her long legs revealed a delicate and beautiful color like white jade.

She pressed down on his body, and it was even more fatal. She had an inexplicable impulse. . .

The man's voice was already low and hoarse: "Looks like you really like touching me!"

A fire burned in his heart, and he wished he could drag her into the fire and burn her to ashes.

He raised his knee and gave her a hard knock on the back.

Le Youyou leaned forward and was actually knocked down by him. Her lips were immediately pressed against his lips.

The man turned her over. She felt dizzy and was pressed down by the man.

She was already drunk to the point that she did not have any basic consciousness. Her heart was only annoyed that she was touched. . .

She went crazy with alcohol. She threw a handbag at him, hit him, and hit his head and face. She snorted as she hit him. "I hate it when others touch me! Are you courting death? "

The man seemed to be angry from being smashed by her. His eyes were as black as ink.

Then, he held her wrist, kissed her, kissed her, and kissed her fiercely. . .

In the end, she seemed to have started fighting with him. She punched him in the face again and again.

He also seemed to have returned his hand. . . But she did not feel any pain.

In the end, she could not remember where she was, nor could she remember who had the upper hand. She completely lost consciousness.

Le Youyou had a dream that night.

She actually dreamed of a cherry blossom tree. She became a little girl, but she was only three or four years old. A middle-aged man was pushing her to swing under the cherry blossom tree.

The man was wearing a white coat, and there was a sign hanging on his chest. His appearance was blurry.

The man pushed her and she kept rising and rising on the swing. . . She giggled and said, "Dad, higher, higher. . . "

The man who she called dad took out a lollipop like a magic trick: "Good Nannan, your performance today was very good. Dad will reward you with a candy. . . "

She sat on the swing and ate the candy. Her heart was sweet.

"So sweet, so happy. . . " So she had a father!

Hearing the woman's words, a trace of helplessness and amusement flashed across Gong Mingchuan's phoenix eyes. He shouted in a low voice: "Didn't you want to beat me to death? You actually feel happy? "

The woman had already fainted. There was a blissful smile on her face.

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The next day, Youyou woke up.

The sky was bright.2

She opened her eyes and saw Gong Mingchuan's pitch-black phoenix eyes.

He was sitting at the bedside, staring at her without moving. His eyes were filled with a profound and fiery gaze that she could not understand.

She was lying at the end of the bed, just in time to meet his gaze.

How long had he been staring at her like that?

There was a bruise on the left side of his face. Could it be that she smashed it? He didn't seem angry because she hit him.

Last night, she was drunk. She remembered fighting with Gong Mingchuan, but what happened in the end?

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