Zhuo felt that he had a long dream last night, which seemed to be a spring dream. When he woke up, he felt some shame inexplicably.

Two people have been separated, he still had such a dream, it is a little When he thought of it, he suddenly found that the furnishings in the house seemed familiar.

He sat up and looked around, which confirmed that this was Yao Yuanjing's bedroom. During the time when he was together, he would come here from time to time.

What's going on? How could he be in Yao Yuanjing's room? Is it true that the dream is still awake?

He looked down at himself and found that he didn't wear anything, and then there were some indescribable marks on his body. Zhuo Xiaoyun was almost collapsed. He called Ji Naitang.

"Hello, Ji Naitang, what should I do? I seem to be schizophrenic!"

Ji Naitang

"I, I not only have hallucinations, but I can't tell the difference between illusion and reality. I think I'm sick, and I may be dying."

After digesting his words, Ji Naitang asked, "do you need to make an appointment for Yan Yebai?"

"Is it useful to see a psychologist?"

"I think it should be useful."

"Then you can make an appointment for me, as soon as possible. I'm afraid I won't be saved if I'm late."

Ji Naitang pacifies a few words, and then hangs up the phone. Zhuo Xiaoyun holds the mobile phone in a bit of a daze. He doesn't know that he was good yesterday. Why is it like this today.

When he was in distress, his mobile phone rang. He thought it was Ji Naitang who made an appointment so soon. He quickly picked it up: "Hello, Ji Naitang, have you made an appointment with doctor Yan so soon?"

There was a silence at the other end of the phone. Zhuo Xiaoxuan waited for a while and didn't respond. Then she looked down at the caller ID and was shocked to find that it was Yao Yuanjing who called.

He did not delete Yao Yuanjing's number, but this period of time has not received Yao Yuanjing's phone call, so now I can't help but feel a bit stunned.

"Zhuo Xiaohui, you have a fancy to Yan Yebai again?"

Yao Yuanjing's tone was a little displeased, while Zhuo Xiaoyun was worried about his illusion. Then he remembered that all these things were caused by Yao Yuanjing, and his tone was not good: "who do I care about you? Mr. Yao, do we have a relationship?"

"You're tough now."

"I just don't love you anymore."

"Is it?" Yao Yuanjing, he said, "but your performance in bed last night doesn't look like you don't love me."

"What?" Zhuo Xiaolin was confused. Yao Yuanjing kindly reminded him: "I did it several times last night. Do you remember? Your legs have been around my waist and told me to hurry up, remember

Zhuo Xiaoyun thought that those last night were just a dream, but now he is told that they are all true. He is stunned in bed and does not know what to say for a moment.

"Well, when you wake up, make your own food, or order a takeout, and then have a good sleep."

Zhuo Xiaolin finally came back to his senses. He said in silence, "Yao Yuanjing, what qualifications do you have to talk to me like this?"

"You're fat and panting, aren't you? Almost. Don't do it again

"What if I did it? It's long since the end of our relationship. If you say it yourself, I'm casual. I'm not suitable for you. Then don't provoke me

After Zhuo Xiaoxuan hung up the phone, Yao Yuanjing dialed again. He bit his teeth and pulled the number black. Before, it was Yao Yuanjing who had blackmailed him. This is the first time that he blackmailed Yao Yuanjing.

Let go!