"Click" a, lighter in the moonlight, issued a faint blue flame.

He lit his cigarette, his deep voice stained the cool night outside the window. "Now, do you have a long memory?"

For a moment, she didn't respond to what he meant What... "

"Dare you open a room with a man alone in the future?"

"You said it would not touch me."

He snapped, "dare to talk back, is not angry enough?"

She was scared and snuffled, "what are you doing..."

This kind of admonishing tone is more fierce than her father.

Her father was so angry that she was always afraid of her. Now she felt that the man sitting with his back to her was a thousand times, 10000 times more frightening than her father.

He said coldly, "no, I'll give you a lesson."

She bit the quilt and said nothing.

"What I did to you just now, you have a long memory. You'd better remember it clearly. A man is a man. Most of the time, he thinks with his lower body. He can't believe all those beautiful words, swearing and swearing. Do you know?"

In his voice, there was no temperature, but she felt the warmth. She bit the quilt and asked him, "what about you?"

He looked back, his eyes in the moonlight, silver, pan frost, "I am also a man, understand?"

Her eyes watery, she slightly tilted her head to look at him, powerless back a word, "Oh..."

He stares at her straight, eyes deep as ink, "also, in the future is not allowed to open a room with any man, Ren! What! Man! People

He stressed the last four words. Seeing that she didn't have much reaction, he couldn't help getting angry. "Do you hear me clearly? Are you dumb? Don't know how to make a sound?"

It's really the tone of parents' education for their children. She curled her lips and said, "listen clearly."

"What do you hear?" he asked

She repeated what he said in a very complicated mood. "I don't believe in the rhetoric of any man. She swears and swears not to open a room with any man."

I don't know if it's an illusion. His deep and cold eyebrows and eyes gradually spread out, and even his tone has changed a lot. "It's barely obedient."

She lowered her eyes and bit the quilt. She obviously felt a sudden light along the edge of the bed. The sunken area was restored to its original state. It was he who got up from the bed.

When she was about to look up at him, one of his hands fell on the top of her hair and rubbed it a few times. "Fortunately, you are not my sister. Otherwise, I will let me know that you can open a room with a man at will, and I will kill you."

This kind of intimate action, let her instantly seem to fall into a kind of sluggish, until she regained consciousness, only to see that he had gone to the door of the room.

His tall figure was lengthened by the moonlight, and she felt that his steps seemed to be in the light and shadow, stopped for a while, and then walked out of the door and took the door.

Silence returned to the room.

Silent, she could hear her breathing.

She looked at the closed door for a long time and then withdrew her eyes.

She opened the quilt, looked at her own light body, and put the whole person together with her head into the quilt.

Suffering from such a thing, she felt very aggrieved, aggrieved to cry, but could not shed a drop of tears.

Most of what he said was reasonable, so that she could not pick out his mistakes.

He just deliberately scared her and gave her a warning, for her good, so that she would not be cheated in the future.

But it seemed that something was wrong. He had brought her, and he swore that he would not touch her. Later, she was almost scared to death.

What is he going to do now and then?

And his character, cloudy and indefinite, let her completely can't understand, more can't understand what he is thinking.

How annoying!

What the hell is he thinking?

She was so irritable that she wanted to roll in the bed.

I don't know how long it took for her to calm down a little, put on her bathrobe by the bed, put it on again, and sat down on the back of the bed.

It was just a short night. How could so many things happen to her that her mood fluctuated like a roller coaster.

But in the final analysis, this man is actually a good man, although he is cold and cruel to teach her, but did not do anything excessive.

First, he rescued her from the hands of those hooligans. Then he saw that she had no place to live, and then he took her to the hotel. Then, he thought that she was too easy to trust people casually, so he taught her in an extreme way for fear that she would be cheated in the future.

She couldn't understand why he had to pretend to be a bad guy?

After subconsciously biting the lip, she looked up and touched her hair. The temperature on his hand and the smell of cigarettes on his body seemed to stay in her hair.Lips, with a touch of micro can not be checked radian.

Just as she picked up her pillow and was ready to go to bed, there was a slight noise in the living room. It was the sound of opening the door, and then the sound of closing the door.

Realizing something, she jerked open the quilt and ran out of the room without even her shoes on and ran into the living room.

The living room was empty, without him.

She ran to the porch, reached out to open the door, but the moment her hand touched the doorknob, she was at a loss.

If she opened the door and caught up with him, what would she say, what would she say?

Is it to ask him where to go, or to ask him not to leave?

At that time, he was afraid that he would only think that he was very cheap. When he was young, he would have a crooked mind or get angry. Just now he taught her, she forgot in a flash, and she was eager to get close to him?

Hand slowly put down, she turned around, quickly ran back to the room, ran to the window, looked down.

In the early morning of the night, there are no pedestrians on the road, only a few passing vehicles.

The cool moonlight and the soft street lamp mixed together, she did not accident to see the figure of the man appeared in the line of sight.

With his hands in his trouser pockets and cigarettes in his mouth, he stopped at the side of the road.

Just then, a Hummer came from far away and stopped by her side.

He opened the door and sat in the co pilot.

As if the ash had fallen on him by accident, he brushed the ash with his long fingers and closed the door.

The next second, the man in the cab drove away.

The car was soon out of sight.

She didn't know how long she had stood in front of the French window. She only knew that her feet were sore and numb. She was still stubbornly staring at that direction and refused to leave.