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Seeing that Han Xiaotu was speechless, Nangong Zeye was convinced of something, and all the anger in his heart was uncontrollably ignited.

Suddenly, Nangong Zeye put his hand around Han Xiaotu's nape, pulled her in front of him and kissed her frantically.

His hand around her waist was so strong that it almost crushed her bones, and his breath and temperature were so high that it almost melted her.

Han Xiaotu could only endure the young master's venting kiss, her heart was beating wildly and chaotically, she subconsciously looked at the young master's face, but found that there seemed to be a trace of sadness in his expression.

Master...why do you look...like sad...

"Han Xiaotu, who is better in kissing skills between me and Mo Yichen?" After an unknown amount of time, the young master finally stopped his crazy kissing and asked mockingly.But he still didn't let go of Han Xiaotu's hand, and the words he said made Han Xiaotu unconsciously wronged.

At that time, she just wanted to comfort Mo Yichen, that kiss was completely unexpected to her.

But in the young master's eyes, everything seemed to have changed.

"Master, Mo Yichen and I are not what you think."

Han Xiaotu explained that her treatment of Mo Yichen was not what the young master thought.

"Do you think I'll still trust you?"

Nangong Zeye sneered.

"You've lived at Mo Yichen's house for so long, it's impossible for you to be lonely and widowed, and you didn't do anything, right?" Suddenly recalling the scene of fighting for Han Xiaotu that day, Nangong Zeye felt so stupid, what the group of boys said That's right, Han Xiaotu had hooked up with Mo Yichen a long time ago, and he was still so idiotically defending her.

"Master... what do you mean?!"

Han Xiaotu understood what the young master meant, and she immediately felt a huge sense of humiliation.

"What do you mean?" The young master suddenly stood up and hugged Han Xiaotu unexpectedly, "You will know soon!"

Soon, Han Xiaotu was thrown onto the bed by Nangong Zeye, and then his huge body pressed tightly on Han Xiaotu's body, leaving her no room to resist.

"Master, let me go!"

Han Xiaotu struggled desperately under the young master, her little face flushed red.

"Reluctant? When you were under Mo Yichen, were you also so reluctant?" Nangong Zeye stared at Han Xiaotu with his dark blue eyes, and firmly grasped the bed sheet with his hands on both sides of her. His knuckles were whitish.

"That's never happened to us at all! Why don't you believe me?"

Han Xiaotu complained loudly, but the drunk young master seemed to have been dazzled by anger, and couldn't listen to Han Xiaotu's explanation.

"I trust you too much, pamper you too much, and take you too seriously, that's why you betray me so easily and run to others."

The corners of Nangong Sawano's cold mouth showed a stiff arc, and that perfect face was full of danger at the moment.

"I never thought that one day, I would force you in this way."

Hearing the young master's words, Han Xiaotu was stunned unconsciously, and looked at the young master with a weeping face absentmindedly. That extraordinarily delicate and handsome face seemed to be covered with a halo of sadness at the moment, which made people feel distressed unconsciously. stand up.

But it is clear that he is the one who is doing excessive things.

Perhaps it was the care and sadness shown by the young master that hurt Han Xiaotu deeply. Han Xiaotu forgot to struggle for a while, and she slowly closed her eyes, resigned to accepting everything she was about to face .

However, after an unknown period of time, Han Xiaotu did not feel the so-called sharp pain, but suddenly felt an inexplicable heaviness in his shoulder.

Han Xiaotu opened her eyes subconsciously, only to find that the young master had let go of her restraint at this moment, and fell down as if falling asleep, leaning tightly against her side, his head so intimately Buried in the crescent of her neck.

This time, the young master...was he really drunk?

Immediately, Han Xiaotu breathed a sigh of relief.But looking at the young master beside him who looked extremely uncomfortable and sad, Han Xiaotu felt extremely heartbroken.

How could the young master, who has always been domineering and self-willed, show such an expression.