Young Master's Love Trap

Chapter 331 Wedding night, I won't touch you (3)

Yu Yuanyuan rushed into the bathroom.

Sitting on the toilet, Yu Yuanyuan was full of alcohol, and her head was a little unclear.

She now regrets drinking so much.

She should be outsmarted, not impulsive and impulsive.

Just take a shower.

She put hot water and soaked her whole body in it. She was a little dizzy and slowly fell asleep leaning against her.

Xia Zihao looked at the bottle of red wine on the table, sat on the sofa, poured a glass of wine, took a sip, slowly shook the wine glass, and looked at the French windows.

The moonlight outside is very bright, very round and big.

He remembered that when he was a child, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Yu Yuanyuan fell ill and lay half dead on the bed.

No one plays with him.

In addition to the servants at home, my father is away and my mother is dead.

He climbed up to the top floor alone, looking at the big moon above his head, he only felt cold and lonely in his heart.

He just needs someone to accompany him and a body temperature to warm him up.

His requirements are not many, why is it so difficult?
A few days ago, a little sister came over. She was so dry that she didn't even dare to look at him.

He doesn't like ugly things, so he doesn't like her either.

Moreover, she is still autistic, doesn't like to talk, and stays alone all day.

Still sick now.

He didn't like that little sister from the bottom of his heart, but he needed someone to accompany him.

No matter how much he didn't like her, he couldn't help running to her room on the first night to warn her.

Xia Zihao watched the moon quietly for a while, and finally slipped into the room on tiptoe.

A small body was lying on the bed, covered with a thick quilt.

His small face was covered with sweat, even Xia Zihao felt hot when he saw it, it's hot in August.

He tried his best to put on a vicious look, and approached with his head held high. Yu Yuanyuan seemed to feel the pressure, her eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes.

Looking at Xia Zihao, he was still unavoidably a little frightened.

"Young...young master." The voice was weak to the point of weakness.

Yu Yuanyuan's face was pale when she was sick, her lips were a little split and shriveled, she was so ugly, Xia Zihao frowned, but at the same time she felt very pitiful.

(End of this chapter)