"Wear it." His voice was low and deep, and there was obvious displeasure on his face.

Luo Yan curled the corners of his lips with satisfaction and closed his eyes in enjoyment.

Ichiban**.

Afterwards, Luo Yan's head rested on the man's mouth, and he didn't feel sleepy.

She stared at the crystal chandelier above her head in a trance, and suddenly, some inopportune voices broke into her mind again-

"At that time, Jian Anning had not quit the entertainment industry, I was filming with her in a crew, Yemo almost came to visit the class two or three times a week, every time Jian Anning finished filming, she went back to the hotel early to rest, what do you say is a lonely man and a widow in a hotel room?"

"Once when Ye Mo came to the crew to visit the class, the two of them were passionate for two days and one night, and they have always been conscientious, and Jian Anning, who went to the crew to report one or two hours earlier every day, didn't come to film that day because they couldn't get out ......of bed."

Luo Yan only felt that there were a lot of things stuffed into her head, which made her extremely irritable.

The sour pain between her legs clearly told her how fierce the battle was just now......

But despite this, afterwards, Luo Yan remembered not how hot and lingering they were not long ago, what she remembered was that she was once in the crew, and she was also in a hotel room, and Yemo was also like now, holding Jian Anning passionately between men and women...... Those things that rejoice.

She suddenly became irritable, took the man's hand wrapped around her waist, rolled over the quilt and turned sideways, keeping some distance from him.

Yemo was suddenly so embarrassed by Luo Yan again, and he was a little confused, obviously they were in bed just now, and they were still in full swing.

"What's wrong with you?" He saw that she covered herself tightly in the quilt, and was afraid that she would not be able to breathe, so he raised his hand and pulled the quilt.

"Don't touch me." Luo Yan's voice was a little impatient.

She really feels that she is cheap, and every time she falls into his trap uncontrollably, the more he treats her, she can't tell the difference between east and west.

"Speak well, okay?" Even if he was as restless as Yemo before, he was also tossed by Luo Yan at the moment, "It was fine just now, but now I can't touch you?" ”

Luo Yan sat up straight suddenly, the soft silk was slid down her bumpy body, to her waist, she looked sideways, and looked at the man next to her calmly: "Yes, I don't want you to touch me." ”

"What are you smoking?"

Although the words were not good, Yemo's tone was still soft.

"I'm not crazy, I just think you're dirty."

Dirty?

Ye Mo's expression sank suddenly, and there was a faint anger and annoyance in his heart, his eyebrows were deeply twisted together, even if he knew what Luo Yan said, but he was still expressionless, and asked knowingly: "Where is it dirty?" ”

"Are you too embarrassed to ask me?" Luo Yan chuckled, his eyes were cold, "You and so many women rolled over the sheets, I heard that when you heard the most, there were three women waiting for you on your bed." ”

Three women?

"Where the did you hear that rumor!"

Is he that ridiculous?

"There are no three, there are always two, right?"

Yemo looked at Luo Yan's smiling but sarcastic face, and his expression was gloomy and could drip water.

"Nope." He didn't bother to bother with what she said.

Luo Yan was still pestering him, "Then just tell me, how many women have you had?" Well? ”