Lao Gong always does not do his job properly

Late at night, when all the hustle and bustle of the day returns to calm, there are only a few stars in the sky blinking playfully.

The room was dark, except for a night lamp on the bedside, which emitted a not-so-bright light.

Lu Ling woke up, but he didn't make any movement, just stared at the dark room in a daze.

It was as if what I had experienced before was like a very real dream.

But he knew that it was not a dream.

That was indeed what Junniang had personally experienced, and it was a regrettable love story.

Lu Ling turned his head and noticed the night light by the bed, thinking: Zhai Xuanmu probably bought this, because before he left, there was no such thing as a night light at home.

The window was open, and through the light coming in from the street lamp outside the window, Lu Ling saw a person crouching in front of the desk, it was Zhai Xuanmu.

Complicated emotions inevitably surged in his heart. He didn't know if he had slept for a few days, or if Zhai Xuanmu had been guarding him here for a few days.

Lu Ling tiptoed out of bed, afraid that if he made a big move, he would wake up the sleeping person.

But he underestimated Zhai Xuanmu, when he made a small sound, Zhai Xuanmu woke up.

"woke up?"

Zhai Xuanmu threw Lu Ling onto the bed, his voice was hoarse and sexy.

Suddenly, he was thrown down. Lu Ling's feet touched the ground, his upper body was pressed against the bed, but his waist was vacated. What's more, Zhai Xuanmu's entire face was almost pressed against his face.

Lu Ling didn't even have time to think about how ambiguous the two of them are in their current posture, and whether Zhai Xuanmu was trying to tease him.

His only thought was that if he kept this position for 1 minute, his waist would break.

Lu Ling pushed the person in front of him, but he didn't.

Zhai Xuanmu chuckled lightly, and deliberately pressed his lips close to his, rubbing against them.

Lu Ling was about to cry, his waist!

But Zhai Xuanmu didn't pay attention, Lu Ling said eagerly: "Zhai Xuanmu, my waist is about to break."

Zhai Xuanmu looked down, and then noticed his strange posture, so he reached out to grab him, but before Lu Ling could breathe a sigh of relief, he was brought to the bed, Zhai Xuanmu pressed on him, followed by dense kisses .

Lu Ling pushed the person on top of him, the air in his mouth was plundered, and even his speech became intermittent, "Hmm...Zhai...Zhai Xuanmu...you...playing a hooligan..."

Lips left his lips, Zhai Xuanmu put his fingers on his lips, "Shh, don't talk when kissing."

As soon as he got a chance to catch his breath, Lu Ling cursed: "I'm so fucking sick of you! Who the fuck wants to be with you..."

It's a pity that before he finished saying who the hell wants to kiss you, his mouth was gagged again.

Lu Ling: MMP, this damn Zhai Xuanmu, actually kissed him forcefully.

Behavior is simply unforgivable.

One kiss.

Lu Ling furiously kicked Zhai Xuanmu off the bed.

Zhai Xuanmu was not angry, but pinched Lu Ling's puffy face, which was flushed from embarrassment, and said with a chuckle, "It seems that he is in good condition."

Zhai Xuanmu retreated to the desk and sat down on the chair, "Then I can rest assured that I won't bother you for the next half month."

Lu Ling froze for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "Why?"

Zhai Xuanmu replied concisely, "Retreat."

"Why do you want to retreat?"

Because using the backtracking method consumed too much energy, and he has been guarding him these days, if he doesn't go back to retreat, he is afraid...

However, Zhai Xuanmu did not intend to tell Lu Ling about this.

With a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, Zhai Xuanmu got up and sat next to Lu Ling, and picked his chin with his fingers, "Can I take this as you care about me?"

Lu Ling turned his eyes away, "You think too much..."

"Well, I also think that I really think too much."

Zhai Xuanmu withdrew his hand, snapped his fingers, and then disappeared from Lu Ling's sight.

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After Zhai Xuanmu left, Lu Ling lost his sleepiness, so he turned on the light, lay down on the bed, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt a strong cool wind blowing, and when Lu Ling turned his head, he saw Niang Juan sitting by the window.

She was dressed in a red wedding dress, and the hair accessories on her head made pleasant sounds as her body swayed.

Juan Niang turned around, smiled brightly at Lu Ling, and asked impatiently: "Feng Sheng, does he like me?"

Lu Ling nodded.

"I want to know, why?"

She wanted to know why Feng Sheng didn't want her anymore overnight.

Lu Ling hesitated for a moment, not intending to tell what he saw.

"Isn't it good to know that he loves you?"

Juan Niang shook her head, "If you don't want to talk about it, I can read it myself."

Lu Ling had no choice but to tell the whole story.

Knowing what happened, Niang Juan booed a few times in the air, and kept murmuring: "So it's brother..."

After a while, Niang Juan returned to her previous expression, hesitated for a long time before asking the question she wanted to ask the most.

"What happened to Feng Sheng after I died?"

Lu Ling said calmly: "After being stimulated and going crazy, I threw myself into the river."

Junniang asked: "Then why haven't I seen his ghost for so long?"

Lu Ling put his hands on his head, "Probably because I feel that I have killed you, and I am afraid that you will blame him, so I dare not come to see you."

Jun Niang murmured: "Is that so?"

But she never blamed him, not at all.