My Third Gentleman

Chapter 277 Broken Jar Broken (1)

The consequence of the hangover is that his head is about to explode with pain. Tang Mubai seldom gets drunk before, but in just a few months after returning home, he has been drunk twice.

This time is the same as last time, waking up in a strange environment, I don't know what year it is.

The difference is that this time he had a dream, a dream that is very real and difficult to express.

He was in a dream...

Lifting the quilt and looking down, Tang Mubai was so frightened that he sat up. He didn't wear a single strand of his body, and there were many traces of joy afterwards...

This is definitely not a dream. He immediately turned his head, looked left and right, and caught the face--

Xia Ziwei!

what happened?

Why is she here?

"Mu Bai, are you awake?" Xia Ziwei opened her eyes at the right time, looked at the completely frozen man affectionately, and smiled.

The bare-faced Xia Ziwei lacks the arrogance of the past, and her own foundation is not bad. In addition, she stood up with one hand, the bed sheet slipped, her white shoulders and a beautiful upper skirt were exposed, ignoring the large spring scene. At first glance, it seemed a bit Like the illusion of the girl next door.

However, Tang Mubai didn't want to appreciate this. He scratched his hair irritably, and slapped his head vigorously, but his memory was like a fragment, and he couldn't remember anything.

In the end, he didn't even question him, got up and went to the bathroom, only the force of closing the door betrayed his anger at the moment.

Xia Ziwei raised her chin slightly, clenched her teeth, and forced the warmth that had already leaked from her eyes back.

She thought she was humble enough in front of Tang Mubai, but she didn't expect it to be worse.

She had thought of Tang Mubai's various reactions when she woke up, and she was ready to withstand his fury, questioning, and even verbal abuse, but she didn't think of this one, but cold violence is often the most hurtful one.

What could be more uncomfortable than turning a blind eye like this?

Tang Mubai in the bathroom drew cold water directly at his feet, but he could no longer feel the slightest coldness, because no matter how cold he was, his heart could not be cold.

He was very tired of being like this. When he was young, he occasionally woke up from sleep, and there was a strange woman lying beside him. He thought it was nothing. He always distinguished love and desire very clearly. Since ancient times, there are many talents and everyone is an adult. People, you love me, there is no emotional bondage, no responsibility, this kind of relationship is easy.

But last night, he clearly remembered that he was resisting. From body to mind resistance, he was actually tired of that kind of life. From the time he got to know Jing Wushuang, he decided to be a couple with Wushuang that fits both physically and mentally. He thinks God treats him well, he goes around in love, he always finds his own soul mate when he is ready to take heart, but he was lured/confused by Xia Ziwei again, and finally ended with regret...

Xia Ziwei does know how to make him happy, but he knows clearly that he doesn’t want this, more than just this. At least after the age of thirty, he wants not to be like that. To marry a wife and beg a lady, he wants a clean and pure woman like Jing Wushuang. His wife, a woman like Xia Ziwei, had never thought about it for a long time.

But it happened to be planted in her hands again and again.

He looked at the mirror in the mirror that people were not like people, ghosts were not like ghosts, and he was covered with bruises. A trace of humiliation filled his heart. He was clearly resisting. What's the difference between this and ***?

(End of this chapter)