Seeing that Du Shumo called again, Qin Yuxi hurriedly picked it up and wanted to sit up from Qi Zihan's chest. Qi Zihan was not allowed to press her in his arms and wouldn't let her leave.

"Hello, Du Shumo, what are you doing?" Qin Yuxi had to lie on Qi Zihan to answer the phone.

"I asked you that. What do you want to do?"

Du Shumo is going mad. He just hung up Qin Yuxi's mobile phone. That's his attitude. In the past, Qin Yuxi would immediately add a phone to him? Today he is so angry that Qin Yuxi can't see it?

"What do I want to do?"

Qin Yuxi thought seriously,

"Oh, I told you before that I would break up with you. Haven't you agreed?"

"Well thought!"

Du Shumo's roaring voice came out of the receiver,

"You want to start, you want to break up, Qin Yuxi, there is nothing so good in the world!"

Then Du Shumo hung up the phone again, turned around, and directly opened the bedroom door. The menacing surprised Ma Kexin, who was eavesdropping outside the door.

The expression on Du Shu's ink face was a little embarrassed. He glared at Ma Kexin, raised his feet and went out of the door.

He always believed that Qin Yuxi was having a temper tantrum. Since they got on well, Qin Yuxi had never dared to lose his temper in front of him for more than two years. This time, when he lost his temper, he said he would break up with him. Did he come and go at once?

Yes, Du Shumo has never taken it seriously since Qin Yuxi first said the word "breaking up".

But Qin Yuxi is serious.

In the hotel room, Qin Yuxi, lying in Qi Zihan's arms, looked sadly at the hung up mobile phone and thought about whether to call Du Shumo and talk about this problem.

She thought that as long as she said she wanted to break up, Du Shumo would agree immediately.

Isn't he always cold and light when she doesn't exist? Didn't he always care about her?

Why did Du Shumo disagree when she said she wanted to break up and was determined to break up?

"He really didn't agree to break up?"

Holding Qin Yuxi's Qi Zihan, he lowered his head, frowned and looked at Qin Yuxi.

Du Shumo's roaring voice was too loud just now. The voice came out of his mobile phone, which made Qi Zihan very unhappy. What roar? He was not willing to yell at Qin Yuxi.

"Something's wrong."

Qin Yuxi closed the cover of the mobile phone and thought,

"I don't think so. He didn't care so much about me before."

"Don't think about it."

Looking at Qin Yuxi so seriously pondering over Du Shumo, Qi Zihan doesn't like it. He doesn't like Qin Yuxi. He thinks too much about Du Shumo.

So he bowed his head, kissed Qin Yuxi, and soon transferred her attention from Du Shumo to him.

Qin Yuxi, who was dazed by the kiss, loosened her hand and her mobile phone slipped on the carpet. She stretched out her hands, hooked Qi Zihan's neck and responded enthusiastically to Qi Zihan.

After a while, the neckline of Qin Yuxi's pajamas spread out, revealing her zigzag clavicle. Qi Zihan fell all the way. Qi Zihan was emotional, stretched out his hand, entered through her spread neckline, and held Qin Yuxi's exquisite chest.

Gently rub it.

"Qi... Zihan, my feet hurt and my body hurts."

Qin Yuxi hummed softly, just like a cat, with a little coquettish meaning. She frowned tightly and was rubbed by Qi Zihan. Her feet were not easy to put on the sofa. It's really inconvenient today. It's still painful there.

Qi Zihan lowered his head and looked at Qin Yuxi's painful face. His eyes were dark and calm. He grabbed her from the sofa, put her on the bed, pressed her on her body, and kissed her face, her neck and her collarbone.

That's all, but no more.

Sometimes Qi Zihan doesn't quite understand how he can become so frivolous Meng Lang now. When he is alone with Qin Yuxi, he can't help but want to ravage her.

He used to be, but he never cared about and had no interest in these people.

As at this moment, he was already very uncomfortable, but he couldn't control himself. He continued to get close to her. He knew that her body was uncomfortable. He was sure he couldn't do anything tonight, but he couldn't help kissing her, touching her and rubbing her.

He likes her now, holding his neck, with his kneading, thin and gently, uh huh.

Her voice was so gentle and light that it was like a cat playing coquettish. Qi Zihan was like ravaging some fragile porcelain. He couldn't stop. The whole person was like a magic barrier, as if only his increasingly crazy desire was left in heaven and earth.

The beautiful scenery of one room shows the ultimate desire in the world. If you want it, you can't. You've been torturing them, but you teach them like they're addicted. You just refuse to separate and live an addictive life. The more you get addicted, the more you get addicted, the more you want to get addicted.

So they tortured each other, adrenaline soared and soared, intimacy was endless, and there was nothing to do.

At the market gate not far from here, Du Shumo actually didn't go far. She stood by the roadside and waited for Qin Yuxi until the early morning. She never returned.

He couldn't help sending Qin Yuxi another text message,

Where are you

What the hell are you doing

[what the hell are you doing when you haven't come back so late?]

[reply, Qin Yuxi, or I'll call the police]

Clearly extinguished mobile phone lights, with SMS prompt sound, struggling in the dark room.

Although the voice of the text message was slight, Qi Zihan in the dark still opened his eyes, like a cheetah in the dark, with sharp eyes.

Qin Yuxi, who was already tired and asleep, was resting on his arm. In order not to disturb Qin Yuxi's rest, he gently pulled out his arm, pulled the quilt, gently covered his girl, then went to the side of the mobile phone, picked it up, opened the cover of the mobile phone, and turned over the text messages sent by Du Shumo one by one.

The more he turned over, the more he confirmed his conjecture. Du Shumo didn't want to break up with Qin Yuxi at all!

Qi Zihan's eyes are sharp. What if he doesn't want to break up? He has eaten the meat in his mouth and may not spit it out to Du Shumo? Then you have to ask Qin Yuxi whether he agrees or not!

The small cell phone in his hand suddenly rang. It was Du Shumo's call. Qi Zihan simply opened the cover, walked into the living room, answered the phone and said "hello?" A cry.

At the other end, Du Shumo's voice didn't come over, as if he was looking at the mobile phone number he dialed. Did he dial the wrong number? Why is there a man's voice in Qin Yuxi's mobile phone?

At the other end of the cell phone, Du Shumo stood on the deserted street and asked coldly:

"Who are you?"