Novel & Cerita Wrong Bed Right Man Chinese Drama

Third person's POV… Adrian stepped down from the bed, a towel hanging low on his hips. His hair was damp and messy from the night, eyes still half-lidded with sleep and last night’s escapade. He rubbed his jaw, stretching, ready to leave the bedroom for the bathroom. “Babe…” The woman’s soft, teasing voice stopped him in his tracks. She reached out, grabbing his hand. “Last night… that was fun, you know?” He glanced down at her, smirking. “Fun, huh?”

She punched his biceps lightly while mumbling " I'm sorry. I know I said a lot but you know right my traumas forced me to doubt every single man. " " I know so no explanation is required " Mr. Wright whispered kissing her head while patting her back. Meanwhile, I watched them silently. What Dr. Negi tried to say? I shouldn't stress myself with something I don't understand. I can say Mr. Wright and Dr. Negi are good friends, by the way, both are hugging each other. However, I doubt Dr. Negi because I'm feeling like this poor woman loves Mr. Wright but he loves Ira. So complicating! I silently took my leave as I started to feel sleepy all because of the meds. The last thing I noticed before ge

Butler Wright cleared the mahjong table, saw her still sitting on the sofa dumbfounded, and curiously asked, "What is Young Master Bao thinking?" Maria was taken aback, and smiled wryly, "It's okay, I'm going to bed." After saying that, he got up and went back to the guest room, muttering as he walked, "Damn Ripley, of course, didn't call me to wish me New Year!" At 8 a.m. the next day, Jenny was awake. Turning her head to look at the man sleeping next to her, the corner of her mouth curled up, reaching out to gently press down on his wrinkled eyelids.

After the adventurous wedding night, Feng Shao woke up feeling sore all over. His body was littered with vivid love bites and scratch marks. His eyes shone brightly, knowing that he was now Lui Xian's husband. He looked down beside him to see Lui Xian still asleep, with a set of his own marks on his chest. The white-haired male stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of his spouse's jet-black hair, feeling its soothing texture. His warm eyes landed on Lui Xian’s glowing face, softened by the morning light.

In the final analysis, it was her fault. Straighten up, she suddenly saw Xin Yan who had woken up. She stood straight there in her pajamas skirt, and her eyes were staring straight at Daddy who was drunk unconscious. The next morning, the soft sunlight came in, and the wind blew into the window, lifting the curtains embroidered with peonies. At this moment, Wen Yuhang, who was lying on the sofa, finally woke up. He sat up, only feeling a splitting headache, like he was about to explode. The quilt covering him fell to the ground.

"What's wrong? A bad night?" "I just had a bad dream," she muttered sleepily. Xiao Chen smiled. He wet a clean towel with warm water and wiped her face. "It's okay. It's just a dream," he said softly to her. But Murong Xian'er shook her head. "No. The dream was so real to me," she said, "There were a beautiful lady, half-woman and half-snake, and an old man who was carrying a basket of herbs with another person that looked like a deity with a zither... They were trying to catch me..."

I woke up feeling extremely light and when I looked around I found myself on a bed however this bed did not belong to me it was a nice king-size luxurious bed but once again I was not feeling comfortable on it knowing that it was not mine just as I was wondering how I got here trying to reconnect the lines and trees back my memory since the only thing I could remember was leaving home in my car somebody called out my name and it sent a shiver down my spine the time that was uncomfortable and completely cringy. now I looked around to see where the source of the voice was coming from and it didn't take me too long to confirm who it was it was actually a man that was sitting down and looking at

“And arrange my clothes properly. I don’t like messes.” “Yes, miss,” one of the maids replied carefully. Jessica walked through the mansion confidently, as though she already belonged there. The carpet felt soft beneath her heels as she moved through the quiet hallway. She chose a large room with a wide bed that sank slightly when she touched it. The room also had a beautiful window overlooking the garden outside, where neatly trimmed plants swayed gently in the breeze. Jessica slowly unpacked her things and arranged her jewelry carefully, watching the pieces shine under the light.

I push the door open, the heavy wood swinging wide. The penthouse is beautiful, filled with expensive art, but my eyes go straight to the massive bed in the center of the room. Julian is there. His shirt is off, his dark hair messy. And Elena is wrapped around him, her hands in his hair. They are kissing so deeply they don’t even notice the door opening. "Julian?" The word leaves my mouth as a gasped whisper. They both freeze. Julian pulls away from Elena slowly. There is no panic in his eyes. No guilt.