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Huo Runhan was startled for a moment, and then he laughed out loud. He carried her onto the bed, put down her warm body, and stroked her face with his ten fingers. His entire heart seemed to be immersed in the warm sunlight, and it was comfortable to the point of being cozy: "Silly girl, how can the word 'beautiful' be used to describe a man?"

Huo Runhan laughed helplessly, his handsome face filled with endless love. "Forget it, whatever you say will come true. As long as it can attract you, then just let it be."

Just as he had said, he couldn't wait to dig her up. How could he bear to make her suffer and suffer?

Cen Jiawen had lived for a long time, and the men she had teased before were countless. Her personality was pure and simple, but even if it did not develop to the end, she still had one more problem: she could touch others, but if a man touched her in the opposite direction, she would most certainly send him flying with a punch.

The unreasonable one was indescribable.

She kissed Huo Runhan for a good while, but he still didn't react. He only opened his eyes and looked at her gently.

She lowered her head slightly, and ripped off the man's shirt. Holding onto his chest's sensitivity, Mr. Huo immediately started trembling, he couldn't help but feel that it was a lightning strike. Red light surged in his eyes as he stared fixedly at the extremely beautiful woman in front of him, who seemed to have transformed into a Spirit Demon.

Little demoness!

He was even more curious, was Jia Wen drunk?

Cen Jiawen sensed his reaction, and her interest in him skyrocketed. She suddenly remembered someone once said something to her in the past to incite her, something about wanting to die for her …

Time passed minute by minute, second by second, as if their bodies were on fire. Huo Runhan finally could not hold it in anymore, and used brute force to push her away, his voice becoming hoarse: "Be good, stop messing around, go to sleep."

Then, he got up from the bed and dashed into the bathroom at an extraordinary speed …

Miss Cen looked at him with a smile as he laid on the bed. 'Seriously, she said she wouldn't get drunk even if she drank a thousand cups. Although she was a bit dizzy, it definitely wouldn't be to the point where no one would be able to act crazy from alcohol.

Of course, the first time they met, which was the time they slept with the wrong person, was definitely a failure in her glorious life.

But now that he thought about it, it was truly a beautiful accident.

Cen Jiawen laid on his bed and rested. After waiting for a while, he had unknowingly become a little dazed. Huo Runhan took a rather long bath. Indeed, it was a long time, and when he came back, the woman on the bed had already fallen asleep.

He sighed and went downstairs to the kitchen. He personally made her a bowl of sobering soup. She had drunk so much tonight, if she were to just fall asleep like this, she would suffer from the hangover in the morning.

He carried a bowl up the stairs and gently placed it on the bedside before calling Cen Jiawen, the Miss Cen was sleeping soundly and was unwilling to wake up no matter what, thus, when Huo Runhan brought something, he grabbed a furry ball from the side and scratched at a sensitive place on her body. Cen Jiawen dodged left and right, and in the end, fiercely slapped that place with his palm. Huo Runhan was quick to notice, and was afraid that she would hurt him if she continued, so he quickly used his hands to cover her white skin. In the next second, his palm landed on her, causing the back of his hand to immediately turn red.

He had a headache. His wife was even stronger than a man. This was truly frightening.

Cen Jiawen woke up this time and realized what she had done. Seeing the back of Mr. Huo's red hands, she did not feel any guilt at all. Hmph, he deserved it. Who told him to mess with her.

Huo Runhan looked at her indifferently, then passed the Sobbing Wine Soup to her, "Drink it, then sleep."

Cen Jiawen raised his eyebrows, didn't he just go to seek help from his almighty right hand? Did he go down to make soup again?

She didn't say anything else, just took it and drank. It was a perfect feeling to be treated like that.

Huo Runhan saw that she had let her drink all of it, then placed the bowl on the crystal tea table. This time, when he returned to his bed and laid down, he glanced at the watch beside him.

It had been a long night.

He had an obvious fragrance that came from a bath, and the two of them were currently using the same shampoo and shower gel. Miss Cen closed his eyes, and felt that the aura on his body was similar to hers, causing his entire body and mind to relax.

Huo Runhan always liked to hug her when he slept. Either she slept close to him in his arms, or he would stick closely to her back from the back. In short, it was like he couldn't sleep at all without Cen Jiawen.

In the beginning, she despised these actions, but after being suppressed for so long, she had gotten used to it.

She rested her head on the man's chest, her colourful head thinking about what he had done in the bathroom. Then, his mischievous heart rose, and a soft hand pretended to glide across his lower body without a doubt.

Huo Runhan almost immediately opened his eyes, as he looked at her with shining eyes. With helplessness and compromise on his face, he said in a low voice, "Little demon, if you make trouble again, I will wait until tonight."

Miss Cen choked, decisively and honestly pretending to be a good girl. She didn't doubt this man's words at all. He was an animal to begin with. If she really pissed him off, she definitely wouldn't end up well.

However, she lightly asked, "It's so uncomfortable, why don't you want me?"

From the way he conducted himself, it seemed that he had never been such a person who cared for women.

Huo Runhan hugged her tightly, and kissed her without any desire, as if he was trying to change the topic, "You are my wife."

She was his wife, not a lover, not a plaything, much less a target for venting. He wanted her only because he wanted her, because he was fascinated by her.

Cen Jiawen squinted her eyes and smiled at him, then closed her eyes. She thought, she understood what he meant.

Actually, he had always understood it. It was just that he hadn't believed it in the past.

She reached out and grabbed Huo Runhan's hand, entwined her fingers with his, and then closed her eyes and fell asleep.

In the dark night, it was as if there was an intoxicating atmosphere.