She held her hands on the sink for a long time before she shook her body and went outside.

This is a presidential suite. She looked down at her clothes. They were big-brand haute couture. It's okay to live in this kind of room.

She walked to the door and locked the door. Then she kicked off the high heels from her feet and covered her head on the bed.

The bed was very soft. I just slept on it, and my whole body was plunged into it.

First absorb the plot! But the mind of this body is completely out of control.

Since she had just crossed into this body, plus, the original owner probably drank a lot of wine, and now she can no longer control herself.

She was dizzy and quickly fell asleep on the bed.

I don't know how long she slept, she felt dry mouth, wanted to drink water, and had an urge to go to the toilet.

What's more important is...top-heavy, there is a very uncomfortable feeling all over the body.

She knew that she had to wake up, but she couldn't control herself.

Even if she has strong control.

The other side of the bed suddenly sank, and then a cold object gradually leaned against itself.

Her body was originally fiery-hot, but at this time, she also kept hugging the cold thing.

That thing also moved, as if she didn’t want to be held by her.

But she was really too hot, and she even used the octopus skills to hook that thing vigorously.

Later... that thing stopped moving.

She also fell asleep deeply.

Until her neck was pinched, she felt as though she was about to suffocate.

"Woo-"

She snorted, then opened her eyes again, which touched a pair of cold, gloomy eyes.

There was still a vague sense of hostility in his eyes.

"let go!"

His fingers, pinched on his neck, have not let go.

Just when Ji Qingming felt that he could go to see God, he let go of her hand.

After breathing the fresh air, Ji Qingming began to gulp, breathing greedily.

Almost, almost, is it really going to die in this person's hands?

"Who gave you the courage to sleep on my bed--"

There was a kind of contempt in his eyes, as if Ji Qingming's body was contaminated with a certain kind of germ.

He kicked Ji Qingming off the bed and kicked it under the bed.

Poor Ji Qingming, he had to bear this kind of pain before he was relieved.

She held her back, Nima, this **** man, even kicked women.

Is it an individual?

Her sore face was tangled into a ball.

Ji Qingming raised his head again and looked at him. He had no clothes on his body, showing a solid body.

"Zhao Qingming... Tsk tsk, where do you have the courage, don't think that the old man looks up to you... you think you are qualified to be in my bed!"

When he said this, he smiled suddenly.

It was like being in the cold ice and snow, because his smile was lit up in an instant.

He was originally sitting on the bed, but now he lay down again, bending his elbows to look at Qing Ming.

The cold expression, at such an instant, became lazy again.