am i a devil

Wang Mo woke up.

He felt himself having a splitting headache.

He swung his arm reflexively, grabbed it casually, and found that he seemed to have caught something slippery.

Wang Mo: "..."

I have a very shameful premonition, Wang Mo thought in his heart.

So he turned his head frame by frame, and then saw the thing he caught and the owner of that thing.

Wang Mo: "..."

Is it too late to faint now? Wang Mo thought to himself.

"Um……"

At this moment, the handsome man who was arrested hummed, and seemed to be waking up soon.

Wang Mo tried hard for a few seconds without fainting again, so he had to wait for the other party to wake up.

The man finally woke up, his whole body was red and covered with blood from the old skin.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, then raised his eyes, and saw Wang Mo sitting opposite him very politely, looking at his nose and heart, looking away very decently.

The man didn't care much, and most of the guarded look before he fainted had disappeared, because he felt that the thing that took advantage of him had disappeared, at least it no longer existed within the distance that could threaten him.

It seems that after experiencing this calamity, his rank has improved a bit, the man thought in his heart.

"Forehead……"

Just when the handsome man was thinking about things in his heart, Wang Mo, who had been acting as a sculpture, decided to speak.

"Old... I mean Mr. Young." Wang Mo uttered a sentence with an interpreter's accent because of his sudden change of words.

"Don't you think about it... put on your clothes first?" Wang Mo suggested with some embarrassment.

"Um"

This question was obviously beyond the consideration of the handsome man, he looked down at his own body of Hong Guoguo, then shook his head.

"It's not necessary." The handsome young man said.

"Because you'll soon forget me."

After speaking, he slowly stretched out his hand, and pointed his index finger directly between Wang Mo's eyebrows.

"Sorry, forget it." The beautiful man nodded to Wang Mo, and at the same time his cold fingertips touched Wang Mo's smooth forehead.

Things happened so fast, Wang Mo still had a hundred thousand whys he wanted to ask in his heart, but he couldn't react for a while, and was suddenly pressed between the eyebrows by this handsome Hongguoguo.

According to the script, when I opened my eyes again, I should be lying on the bed in the dormitory. I felt lost, but after a while, I let go of this point. I went to work as usual and Wang Mo thought in my heart.

Then he waited for this scene to happen.

After waiting for a long time, there was no response.

Wang Mo: "..."

Beautiful man: "..."

Wang Mo felt that this handsome young gentleman finally had an expression on his face, although it was probably surprise and embarrassment, so he kindly looked away, leaving the other party to digest this embarrassing emotion alone.

"Forehead……"

Since the man's cold fingertips were still touching his forehead, and he was already trembling a little, the good young man Wang Mo still spoke.

"Why don't you wash it first, relax and try again," Wang Mo said.

Beautiful man: "..."

Wang Mo: "..."

Oh my god, look what I said

"What's going on." The handsome man withdrew his hand in disbelief, lowered his head to look at his palm, and muttered in a low voice.

"In view of..." Wang Mo looked at his lonely look, thought for a while and said, "I won't forget you for a while, otherwise, you should put on your clothes first."

Pretty Man: Are You a Devil?