Chapter 277 Broken Jar (1)

The consequence of a hangover is that his head is about to explode. Tang Mubai was rarely drunk before, but within a few months after returning to China, he has already been drunk twice.

This time is the same as last time, waking up in a strange environment, not knowing what year it is.

The difference is that this time he had a dream, a dream that was very real and hard to talk about.

He was actually in a dream...

Lifting the quilt and looking down, Tang Mubai was so frightened that he sat up all over, he was not wearing a single strand of clothing, and there were still many traces of pleasure...

This is definitely not a dream, he immediately turned his head, looked left and right, and the face that came into view——

Xia Ziwei!

what happened?

Why is she here?

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

Xia Ziwei without makeup has lost her former arrogance, and her foundation is not bad. Plus, she stood up with one hand, and the bed sheet slipped down, revealing her fair shoulders and nice bust. Like the illusion of the girl next door.

However, Tang Mubai didn't care to appreciate these, he scratched his hair irritably, and slapped his head vigorously, but his memory seemed to be fragmented, and he couldn't remember anything.

In the end, he didn't even answer the question, and got up directly to go 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 back the warmth that had already seeped out of her eyes.

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

She had thought of Tang Mubai's various reactions when he woke up, and was ready to endure his rage, questioning, and even abuse, but she hadn't thought of this one, but cold violence is often the most hurtful one.

What could be more uncomfortable than this kind of ignorance?

Tang Mubai in the bathroom poured cold water on himself from head to toe, but he couldn't feel the slightest coldness, because no matter how cold it was, it couldn't cool his heart.

He was so tired of this kind of self. When he was young, he would occasionally wake up, and there was a strange woman lying beside him. He felt nothing. He had always clearly distinguished love from desire. 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. He resisted from body to heart. In fact, he was already tired of that kind of life. Since he met Jing Wushuang, he decided to be a couple with Wushuang who are compatible both physically and mentally. God treats him kindly, love circles go round and round, always find his own soul mate when he is ready to take care of him, but he is seduced by Xia Ziwei again, and finally ends with regret...

Xia Ziwei does know how to make him happy, but he clearly knows that what he wants is not these, not only these, at least after the age of thirty, what he wants is a clean and pure woman like Jing Wushuang. His wife, a woman like Xia Ziwei, he never thought about it for a long time.

But it happened to fall into her hands again and again.

He looked at himself in the mirror who was not human, ghosts were not ghosts, covered in bruises, a trace of humiliation filled his heart, he clearly resisted, what is the difference between this and a prostitute?