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The male turtle suddenly let out a "En" sound …

So much investment, so much enjoyment!

Wen Nuan's face turned completely red. He hugged the male turtle's shell and pulled it back forcefully, attempting to separate the two. They loved her so much that they refused to part no matter how much they tried, and they glared at her in protest.

"How dare you glare at me? Do you have no shame? I wonder if I can go back to your house? " She waved her fist at the tortoise, gritted her teeth, and cursed silently.

"What is that sound?" he asked suspiciously, turning his head.

"I hiccup..." Just a moment. I'll go to the bathroom first. "

Wen Nuan was so embarrassed that he wanted to drown the turtle to death. She could not tear the loving couple apart, so she picked them up and carried them to the bathroom. She threw them into a corner and kept pressing the toilet, letting the sound of the water cover the grinding of the hard shell.

She searched Baidu for a bit. Other people's turtles would always have their hearts moved in May, why did Shen Yan only act at the end of June? This didn't make sense!

"Shen Yan, your turtle …" She called Shen Yan and asked her in a low voice.

"The couple are together every day, of course they have feelings for each other. Do you think you are the same as me? If you don't like it, you don't want it. Do you understand? "

Shen Yan was completely dumbfounded. In fact, Wen Nuan was rather honest, his mouth was also honest, it could not even compare to Shen Yan's sharp lips.

Tortoise and his wife had finished loving each other. They rubbed their heads together and shook their heads intimately.

These two shameless fellows were so ugly, yet they didn't despise each other. Could this be true love? Wen Nuan slowly stood up and stared blankly at the mirror.

She was so beautiful. Everyone said she was beautiful, but what about her true love? Was it really not? So she wasn't willing to give it to Han Ting?

While he was feeling depressed, his cell phone rang.

The phone call was actually from Han Ting. Her face darkened as she gritted her teeth to hang up. As his finger touched the screen, he accidentally pressed the answer button.

"Warm …" Little Warm, I was wrong... "I miss you …" Han Ting shouted indistinctly in her ear with his drunken voice.

The bathroom was so quiet and his voice was so loud, it was clearly a roar.

"How much did you drink?" She couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Little Warm, tell me the truth, do you miss me? "Hurry up and come back, this time I'll love you …" Han Ting's voice immediately became excited.

Steamed Bun Wen, why do you care about him? Drunk to death! Her nose turned sour as she silently hung up the phone.

Han Ting immediately called back. She turned off her cell phone, carried the turtle back to the sofa, took an old piece of clothing and blocked up the hole, then locked the turtle and his wife inside.

She wasn't in a good mood, so she held the newspaper and read in a muffled voice. It made her want to yawn.

Chi Jingshen lay slanted on the sofa, his eyes slowly closed, and in the end, fell asleep …

"Hey, this is my bed …" Wen Nuan was dumbstruck, how could Chi Jingshen sleep with her here, was he going to let her sleep on the ground? She pushed him several times, but he did not move.

Worry!

Wen Nuan glared at him for a while, then pulled the pillow out from under his head, threw it on the carpet and laid it down.

Let her sleep in his bed?

Forget it, she still knew her own limits. She would always keep her distance from people and things that she shouldn't provoke.

As the night wind cooled, she curled up into a ball, unable to sleep. Quietly looking at him, he saw his long hands and legs, one hand down under the sofa, clean fingernails on the carpet, a ring on his middle finger.

He was engaged?

Wen Nuan became interested, and quietly went closer to him. He switched on the phone, and used the light from the screen to shine on his finger.

It was not the ring mark, but a ring of light colored scars.

How could he be hurt? Wounded with the eyes? Just what had happened five years ago that had caused him to lose his light? Since she couldn't sleep anymore, she decided to check the internet for the news of the past.

Unfortunately, there was no news of him on the internet. He doesn't have a blog, he doesn't have a microblog... His information was as clean as a piece of white paper.

Ding dong …

His cell phone rang.

Wen Nuan turned and look at him. He shifted slightly and turned his face to the inside of the sofa.

Was he asleep or awake?

She couldn't help but lean over to look at him. The two faces were so close together that his breath brushed her cheek, long and ciliary, like two screens that hid the real him behind the secrets.

"What do you want?" His hand shot out, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her forward.

Wen Nuan was shocked by him, and directly pounced onto his body.

"Your phone rang." Her nose was crooked from the impact, and she hurried to remind him.

"Why are you here?" He did not let go. His other hand also wrapped around her waist, then slowly began to move up her waist, gently stroking her hair.

"Why are you touching me …" This is my sofa. You've taken my sofa. " Wen Nuan's heart was in turmoil because of him. What was wrong with this person?

He stopped his hand on her hair, patted it, and said slowly, "Oh."

His cell phone rang again.

"Hurry up and pick it up." Wen Nuan looked at him, frightened. His chest was boiling hot, to the point that her cheeks were burning.

He got up slowly and went in.

Wen Nuan climbed onto the sofa, patted his chest and muttered: "I'm so scared … And here I thought something was going to happen. "

His gentle voice came from his room. "I will come to see you soon."

Men were all the same type! She frowned and pulled the blanket over her head.