What is this little thing so embarrassed about today?
"Hey..." Situ Chenjue deliberately took a step forward, and sure enough, the little thing was still looking at the ground without paying attention, and bumped into him heavily.
It was so fragrant and soft that he almost couldn't help himself immediately.
But he still held back for the time being, the appetizers were not finished yet.
Frowning, he picked up her little body and said, "What did you put on your body? It's greasy, rub it all on me!"
Huanyan thought that the tyrant really had a lot to do, so she responded in a daze: "Moisturize...the skin."
"It's so disgusting. Wipe off the things you women use!"
"How do you wipe this..."
She bit her lip. In fact, she was also very painful from being hit by him.
A tyrant is a tyrant, her nose was almost crooked due to the bump, but in the end, the tyrant only cared about being put on lotion by her.
"If you can't wipe it, you can wash it for me." He said domineeringly, leaving no room for bargaining for her.
Then he walked lazily towards the huge fan-shaped bath next to him, stepped on the edge of the bath with one long leg, and shouted loudly: "Thank you, Mom, put the hot water for me!"
"Yes." Xie's mother's voice came from a distance.
Huanyan took a step back, her face full of vigilance as innocent as a deer: "I said... you have to wash yourself, I'll go back first..."
Before the word "fang" came out, he had already pulled her into his arms, gently caressing her below the waist, with those beautiful lines that made one's mouth dry, and his tone was full of power that could not be resisted, "If you don't want me to
I'll throw you out the door like that ring, so you'd better behave."
She hesitated for a long time, remembering her mother's tearful eyes and her sister's despair of falling into the sea, and finally gave in.
She has no way out.
She has nothing to offer and has been just an ordinary woman since she was a child.
Not smart or clever.
There is nothing to rely on.
A woman with broken body and mind.
The only thing you can rely on is your own body.
Although, this body has long been played with by the man in front of me.
So what else does she have to fear?
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She lowered her head, remained silent and forbearing, poured the shower gel into the palm of her hand obediently, rubbed it a little, and looked at the man calmly: "How can I wash you if you don't lie down?"
"So proactive?" He smiled, lazily waved his hand, took off his bathrobe, and slowly walked into the bathtub.
I don’t know what special ingredients were added to the water to give it an alluring champagne color. His handsome and perfect body was even more alluring under the color, just like the male god in ancient Greek mythology, with his strength and beauty.
A perfect combination, but evil yet makes people fall into the abyss and never be reincarnated.
A strand of hair, seemingly wet by the water she splashed just now, stuck to the side of her temples diagonally.
What's more, that face is as evil and charming as Shura in the dark night, and just one look at it can make people seduce.
...He looks even more handsome like this than he did that night in Paris.
How could a man have such an evil soul yet have such a perfect body?
God is really unfair.
Seeing a blush on her cheeks, the man curled his lips, smiled complacently, and waved, "What? Want to come over and wash together?"
"Who would have thought...I'm not sick..." She lowered her head and murmured, but she felt the man's murderous gaze. She thought that she was not Ye Huanyan now, but Ye Xiaoyu.
This chapter has been completed!