Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

At night, no one appreciates the charming starry sky, and the bright moonlight sneaks into dreamland.

Mo Qing stood at the door of the room, and through the moonlight from outside, he saw that there seemed to be a person lying on the bed.

Is it Han Ling?

However, when he looked again, he found that there were two people?
Mo Qing shook his head.

The room was dim and there was not enough light. When I looked at it again, the person became one again.

He only thought that he drank too much alcohol and had hallucinations.

Mo Qing walked to the bed and lay down on it.

His stomach is hurting right now.

The fruit wine filled his stomach, and there was no room left.

However, strangely, except for the stomach,

It is obviously a cool season now, how could it suddenly become so hot?

Did you drink too much?

Mo Qing didn't think deeply about this question, nor did he have the energy to think about it.

Right now he just wants to sleep quickly.

Drunkness is generally divided into two situations, one is drunk directly on the ground and falls asleep, and the other is full of energy, obviously sleepy, but unable to fall asleep.

Mo Qing belongs to the second situation.

He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, and took off his clothes to keep cool.

However, after taking off his clothes, instead of feeling cool, he felt even hotter.

The person next to him seemed to be awakened by his movement, let out a moan of dissatisfaction, and fell back into a deep sleep.

When Mo Qing heard this voice, the thought of spring emerged.

His hand involuntarily touched the person next to the pillow.

The soft touch satisfied his heart greatly, and also aroused his greed.

Hands gradually groped on it.

If one hand is not enough, the second hand takes over.

Mo Qing's body was pressed against the back of the person next to the pillow, sniffing the fragrance.

A series of movements finally woke up the person next to her bed, and when she saw Mo Qing, she let out an exclamation.

"

Mo Qing chanted Han Ling's name and kissed the person next to her pillow.

The person being kissed widened his eyes and smelled the man's alcohol.

She tried to push the man away, but the man's strength was too great for her to push.

Mo Qing has completely fallen into a state of madness, he has lost his mind.

A pair of big hands took off the clothes on the woman.

The two are lingering.

From the initial resistance to the gradual acceptance, the woman just stared angrily at this dishonest man with a pair of eyes.

Fingernails scratched his back, drawing bloodstains.

At this moment, both of them were dripping with sweat.

Mo Qing teased the woman's long hair, he whispered: "I will be very gentle."

After finishing speaking, he lay down on the edge of the bed, opened his mouth, and "vomited"

The fruit wine in the stomach and the bowl of hangover soup were all spat out.

How could it be possible to drink so much alcohol and fail to spit it out in time, and to exercise strenuously without vomiting?

Spitting out all the unconsumed food residue in the stomach, Mo Qing immediately felt refreshed.

He sat up, then fell heavily on the bed.

The uncomfortable feeling disappeared, and a wave of sleepiness swept over.

Mo Qing closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Before he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly thought that he seemed to have something to do, but he forgot what it was for a while.

Simply do not want to.

This time, I slept for a long time.

No one woke him up until the sun was shining.

Mo Qing rubbed her aching head, waking up with a hangover, headache is a very normal thing.

Normal things also include a person with long hair, a tanned complexion, and his back lying in front of him.

Needless to say, it was Kuha.

Before waking up with a hangover, there were usually two big men lying beside him, Kuha and Zhang Yiming.

Mo Qing is used to it.

He is now sideways, his face is facing the window outside, and the sunlight is shining in, which is a bit dazzling.

Mo Qing yawned and pushed Kuha, "Brother, get up!"

The person in front of him hummed, but still didn't want to get up.

He just turned over and went back to sleep.

The moment she turned over, Mo Qing was stunned.

He patted his cheek hard, trying to tell himself that this was a dream.

However, the pain told him that this was all real.

There was actually a beautiful woman lying beside him, not a strong man!
The beauty's messy long hair covered her face, making it difficult to see her face clearly.

Mo Qing swallowed, and tremblingly stretched out her hand to brush away the hair on her face, it was a delicate face.

It's Ayi!
Mo Qingru was struck by lightning, and he and Ayi shared the same bed and slept all night! ! !

No, no, it's just sharing the same bed, the problem is not big, and nothing happened...

Nothing should have happened, right?
A memory flooded into his mind, and Mo Qing remembered the scene that happened before falling asleep last night.

Could it be that he mistook Ayi for Han Ling, and then...

Mo Qing didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Now there are two paths before him, one is to sneak away, pull up his pants and deny anyone, and be a scumbag.

One is to be responsible for Ayi and confess to Han Ling.

After some deliberation, Mo Qing chose the second option.

Manly man, what you have done is what you have done, so naturally you have to take responsibility.

It is absolutely impossible to be a scumbag.

Thinking of this, Mo Qing prepared to get dressed and waited for Ayi to get up.

He sat up and was about to find his clothes when he saw the person lying beside him.

Not looking at Ayi, but another woman lying beside her.

Han Ling.

Mo Qing was stunned again, so last night it wasn't him who shared the bed with Ayi,
!

This kind of plot, Mo Qing only occasionally imagined it, but when it really happened, he was still very confused.

All kinds of evil and adultery are the first, regardless of the deeds, regardless of the heart, no one is perfect in the world.

He is not a saint, nor is he a eunuch, but he has a longing for beauty, and it is very big.

It's just that the bottom line in my heart warned him that he must never do this.

Sunny outside, cloudy to sunny, cloudy inside, cloudy to thunderstorms.

Mo Qing is now, trembling, not daring to move.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Ling leisurely opened his eyes, looking at the half-sitting man next to him, not surprised at all.

"Well, awake?"

"morning"

Mo Qing forced a smile on his face.

Han Ling reached out to pick up the clothes thrown by the bed, and said as he put them on, "You drank too much last night, and you vomited all over the room."

Mo Qing didn't speak, and the two were silent for a while.

"Aren't you going to tell me something?"

Han Ling had already dressed and looked at him playfully.

"Of course, you see the weather is so good today, let's go for a walk later"

"What about other than that?"

"Lingling, I... I was wrong"

Mo Qing confessed: "I really drank too much last night, I don't know why Ayi is lying next to me, you can beat or scold me if you want,
But you have to believe, I really didn't mean to! "

Han Ling snorted, raised his hand and hit Mo Qing.