"Seeing how comfortable you sleep, I want you to sleep a little longer," he said.

"Well... I'll go back first." she got out of bed and straightened her slightly messy hair and wrinkled clothes. If she didn't go home again, it was estimated that her parents would think more, especially her father. These days, she always reminded her to protect herself and don't let men take advantage of her. It seemed that she was deeply afraid that she would suffer.

Duan Manyu couldn't laugh or cry in front of her father. If she wanted to have something with Zhou Liye, she didn't know who took advantage.

"Don't you want to tip?" he suddenly took her by the arm.

"Tip?" she blinked. Just after waking up, a vague scene flashed in her chaotic mind, and then her face became more and more red and embarrassed.

He raised his lip. "Remember?"

my god!

Duan Manyu wanted to bury herself. Unexpectedly, when she was confused, she really made a bold move. How did she think of it? For consumption... When making a TV play?!

"Ha ha..." she laughed twice. "I was sleepy at that time. I didn't mean to..."

"That's a pity. I still like your 'not intentional'." he smiled gently, clasped his palm on the back of her head, making each other's faces closer, "why, don't you plan to pay the tip when you wake up?"

"Where... Where do you want to tip?" she stammered.

"For example, if I took you to bed and let you sleep comfortably for so long, I should pay more tips," he said.

This... Why does it sound so ambiguous? As if something had happened to him and her.

What the hell is he thinking? Do you want her to kiss him again? Duan Manyu looked at Zhou Liye with wide eyes. For a moment, he was a little confused.

But she didn't know that her expression at the moment was more like a strange attraction to him, attracting him to fall into the abyss called "love".

"Manyu..." he whispered, his voice like the breeze at night, with a sense of perplexity. "In the future, don't look at other men with this kind of eyes. You can only look at me, you know?"

"What do you mean?" she asked puzzled.

Only her voice fell, and his lips had been heavily pressed on her lips, kissing her almost out of breath.

"Do you understand what that means?" after a while, he finally loosened her lips and said to her.

And her cheeks are red. Well, even if she didn't react, she knows now. Is this man a master flirter?! Or does he think that she is a great beauty? If you look at other men with your eyes, other men will move towards her?!

"Do you think every man is you? Even if I want to kiss other men, they may not be willing to kiss me." she said casually.

His eyebrows were frowned. "Why, do you still want to kiss other men?"

Come on, she's just making a metaphor! She rolled her eyes. "It depends on whether others are willing or not!"

"Even if you are willing, you can't." he looked serious and had a desire for hegemony and monopoly that he didn't even notice. Even the fingers clasping her arm tightened unconsciously.