"Hmm" hummed in a coquettish manner. Half dreamy and half-drunk, she unconsciously knitted her slender eyebrows and hugged tightly the muscular body on her, like a baby looking for shelter.

Just like Eve eating the forbidden fruit, she thought confusedly that she must have been so comfortable in the spring that she had an erotic dream ...

As her bleary eyes opened slightly, a scene of strangeness filled the blurred vision.

The gorgeous chandelier hung on the high and white ceiling. To the left sight, a few rays of warm sunlight scattered on the floor and her body through the gap of the floor curtains.

With frowned eyebrows, she felt that her waist was sore and painful as if she just participated in physical labor. Suddenly shocked, she jumped from the bed.

There were no clothes on her?

The hangover suddenly wore off by this heavy blow. She had another looking around. The entire room was neatly and cleanly furnished with sofas and coffee tables opposite the bed. It seemed to be a hotel room.

There were the messy quilt on the bed and her scattered clothes on the ground beside the sofa.

Martha Evans seemed to be poured by a basin of cold water from head to toe. Er, what, what was going on?

No matter how she racked her brain, she could only get one result. Was she forced to have a one-night stand?

No, it was impossible. How could she have a one-night stand with others?

She compelled herself to calm down and tried to remember what happened last night. After having a good meal with Amanda, the two went to the bar for drinking and following spree. They finished the two dozen beers they ordered. Later, what happened later?

NO! She blacked out, and her mind seemed to turn into mush. She could not remember a thing. What should she do?

Scratching her throat anxiously, she felt hungry and thirsty. With herself wrapped around a sheet, she walked to the water dispenser and poured a glass of water into her mouth. The cool water moistened her throat.

She felt relaxed and fresh after drinking water. Suddenly she remembered that she seemed to have an exotic dream last night?

Those indistinct pictures flashed in her mind. Her face turning red, the heat quickly burned to the base of her ear.

Was that a dream or Was it real?

If it was real? Or if it was not real?

When she glanced out of the corner of her eye at the bright red somewhere on the thin quilt, the cup slipped from the hand, slammed down on the ground and shattered.

She pulled the quilt up with her shaking hands. Looking at the red piece, she only felt her mind exploded with a bang.

She crazily rushed into the restroom and put on her myopic glasses. Only then did she find that those kiss marks were blooming like dark red flowers all over her body.

"Ah!" Her brain went bland and the shock blinded her.

God! She has really been deflowered!

Martha Evans rented a small rental house on the outskirts of city B.

"Martha Evans! Get up! You have been lying on the bed like a corpse for two days and nights. What's going on with you?" yelled unbearably her cohabiting bosom friend Amanda. She pulled the fossilized human Martha Evans out of the quilt.

Martha Evans wore a pair of dark circles, a pile of bird's nest-like hair, and a set of loose pajamas with covered her petite body: "Amanda, I have thought for two days and nights, but I still can't remember anything!" She grabbed her hair in a mad way and looked like she wanted to hit the wall with her head.

She couldn't remember anything at all, let alone who brought her to the hotel! Asshole, he ran away after he took my virginity while remaining a total stranger to me. How could he!

Amanda grabbed her shoulders with both hands: "Martha Evans, tell me, did you met something? Are you bullied by someone? Tell me, I will help you vent your anger!"

Wearing aggrieved expressions, Martha Evans fell into Yao Amanda's arms: "Amanda, my, my chastity."

"Chastity?" Amanda scratched her hair, with question marks around her head.

"The chastity I guarded for twenty-four years was taken away!" Martha Evans wailed at the ceiling.

"What? Who is so courageous! Who made you finally come around! After being single for so many years, you finally find your happiness. Martha, as a good sister, I am really touched and tell me who he is. I should reward him for a good treat. " Amanda pretended to wipe her tears.

Burying her head in the quilt, Martha Evans was about to cry: "I don't know who he is ..."