Novel & Cerita Wrong Bed Right Man Chinese Drama

"I completely forgot. Her old manor was wiped out. She will be at peace with her old life then. This is not completely a bad thing." Langhua nodded slowly. "That is the worst thing. We will work to make sure that it does not happen yet." =//= Ning Zhuo tossed and turned as there was an uncomfortable pain in his groin. He was with her, his wife, she was taking care of it. But why was it so painful. He suddenly jumped awake and realized that he was sleeping with an unfamiliar woman. He pushed her away and screamed. "Who is this? What are you? What are you doing to me?"

She wanted to push the man away. But she found that she had no strength at all. Then she narrowed her eyes and shouted, "You good-for-nothing, come out!" Tears began to flow down her cheeks. Second Young Master Ling did not listen to Gu Xiaoxiao's command at all. He continued to move. "Baby, be good. You'll be fine in a while." When he woke up in the morning, he saw the beautiful woman beside him. He really didn't expect that it was Gu Xiaoxiao's first time.

Promises that they both knew that he would have a hard time fulfilling. Before she was taken away to the precinct, she can still recall how she gave up on the man. *A few months ago, inside Ji Xuan and Jin Wei’s place* “Xuan, you have to wake up now, you still have to go to work.” Jin Wei called gently to the drunk man who lied on the bed with his face as red as a tomato. He hadn’t slept well last night after drinking his ass out. "Fuck off, you're noisy" Ji Xuan grunted and strongly flicked her hands away from him, he turned his back at her and rudely stood from the bed without paying any heed to her. Neither did he greet nor thanked her.

I give her the definition of rape from the dictionary and she scoffs, shaking her head. "Sex is a conjugal right, Jo, and forcing your wife to have sex with you is not rape." I can't believe that came from a woman. "Well, I guess the court will prove one of us wrong." I tell her, before walking out. **♦**♦**♦**♦** I push the door to Wendy's hospital room slightly open and I peep through the crack. She is lying on the bed, facing the wall and I can't tell if she is awake or asleep from the door, so I decide to walk inside.

“What drama?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pulled out his phone and opened a trending article. The headline read: *Young Married Woman Caught in Scandal with Older Married Man.* Her stomach dropped as he held it out for her to see. She forced a laugh, though it sounded hollow. “Liam’s the one at fault, not me.”

CHAPTER 4(THE FIRST ONE)- TITTLE: Zander Mansion Soon, it's morning, and thanks to last night I had a rough sleep, and you know, when people say they woke on the wrong side of the bed, they are just trying to tell you they are mad. Well, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, like literally, I woke up on the floor and not on my bed, and I would like to know why, but unfortunately, you just can’t see in your sleep.

“The small door beside the massive one.” I turn right, and a sigh crackles through the speaker. "Your other left." "I knew that." "You absolutely did not." "I had a fifty-fifty chance." "Well, you failed the fifty." I roll my eyes. "Small door beside the giant one. That's the elevator." This time, I find it. "See?" I say. “I’ve got it,” I lie, wiping my damp palms on my dress. “Alora, if you want us to stop...”

Nicholas lay behind her, his arm loosely draped across her waist as he used the curve of her hip like a pillow. On the other side, Williams lay on his back with one arm lazily on her breasts. The air carried the faint scent of perfume, sweat, and expensive cologne lingering from the long night before. For a moment, Vanessa didn’t move. She simply lay there, blinking slowly as the reality of the morning settled in. The room was quiet except for the slow breathing of the men beside her and the distant hum of traffic far below the apartment building. She reached blindly for her phone on the bedside table, stretching her arm without fully lifting her head. Her fingers brushed across the wooden s

He didn't complain about the fact that he was now balanced precariously on the very edge of the king-sized bed with only a sliver of sheet to his name. The "What just happened?" hook of the night occurred just as my eyes were finally drifting shut and the silence was replaced by a muffled and rhythmic buzzing. It wasn't the sharp trill of a standard phone but a heavy and persistent vibration that seemed to be coming from the very center of my pillow mountain. I realized with a jolt of adrenaline that in my sleep-deprived nesting frenzy I had accidentally tucked Dominic’s emergency satellite phone into the "foundation" of my bed.