It was past midnight when we entered the room. Xiao Chong was taking a shower in the bathroom, and Lin Wanwan was sitting on pins and needles on the sofa in the room.

In such a high-end villa, the soundproofing of the bathroom was not very good. The sound of rushing water was so close to her eardrums that Lin Wanwan was frightened.

After an unknown amount of time, the bathroom door was opened, and Xiao Chong walked out while wiping his wet hair.

Lin Wanwan looked back at him, not half-clad in a bathrobe and exposing her breasts as she had imagined.

He wore a set of dark blue silk pajamas with short sleeves and long trousers. The style was very conservative and his temperament was fresh and clean.

The man who had just taken a shower was exceptionally handsome, with picturesque features. He didn't look aggressive at all, like a boy who didn't understand love.

Lin Wanwan looked away, grabbed her pajamas and ran into the bathroom.

This set of pajamas was one of the many clothes Xiao Chong bought for her today. As soon as she came back, Xiao Chong asked the servants in the villa to take all the clothes for air washing, disinfection and sterilization.

Lin Wanwan washed very slowly, with many random thoughts in her mind, until there was a clear knock on the bathroom door: "Wanwan, are you still washing?"

"Um."

"You took a long time to wash."

"I'll be fine soon." Lin Wanwan casually took the towel she brought to dry her body, and then put on the newly bought white puff-sleeved pajamas and pajamas.

After getting dressed, I walked to the outside mirror to look at myself, took off my clothes again, put on my underwear, and then put my pajamas back on. Then I took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.

Xiao Chong, who was sitting on the sofa in the bedroom reading a book, raised his eyes and looked over: "Why does it take so long to wash? It's been almost an hour and a half. I was worried that you fainted in the bathroom."

"Has it been that long?" Lin Wanwan lowered her head and wiped her hair without looking at him.

Xiao Chong's eyes kept chasing her: "It's so late, let's use a hair dryer."

"I don't know where the hair dryer is." Lin Wanwan replied.

"I'll help you find it."

Xiao Chong got up from the sofa, went to the bathroom to search, and found a cylindrical hair dryer in the cabinet under Yujing.

"Found it." He shouted.

"Oh." Lin Wanwan walked into the bathroom and took the hair dryer from his hand to dry her hair.

The sound of this hair dryer is very quiet, but the wind power is very strong, and it blows super fast. In less than ten minutes, Lin Wanwan's hair was 70% dry, which is N times more efficient than the loud one at home.

But even though she was almost done playing, Lin Wanwan still refused to go out.

At this moment, Xiao Chong appeared at the door, leaning on the door with one hand, looking at Lin Wanwan with a half-smile: "Wanwan, are you deliberately stalling for time?"

"How can I not!" Lin Wanwan denied loudly, turned off the hair dryer, and walked into the bedroom.

Because Xiao Chong was leaning at the door, she could only squeeze out sideways, but unexpectedly Xiao Chong suddenly stretched out his hand.

Lin Wanwan was so frightened that she immediately closed her eyes and held on tightly to Xiao Chong's lapel. The imagined thing of being carried by the princess and flying into the air did not happen. There was only a "pop" sound in her ears when the bathroom light switch was turned off.

sound.

Xiao Chong's laughing voice sounded in Lin Wanwan's ears: "Wanwan, why are you holding on to my clothes? Don't have any wild ideas about me."

The half of Lin Wanwan's face that received his breath instantly turned red as if it had been set ablaze by a spark of fire.

"Who... who has such wild ideas?" Lin Wanwan was furious. This man actually hit him backwards. She didn't believe that he didn't have any crooked ideas.

Otherwise, why would he arrange her in a suite with him? Lu Shouyue is his friend, not hers. It is not up to him to decide how to divide the rooms!

Thinking of this, Lin Wanwan pouted and glared at Xiao Chong.

The next second, Xiao Chong approached her, picked her up easily, and put her on the big bed.

It wasn't until her body sank into the soft silk quilt that Lin Wanwan came to her senses.

The light from the bedside wall lamp in the bedroom was very dim. Xiao Chong was hanging above her body, his heavy breath spraying on her face, which was full of oppression, like the king of beasts staring at his prey.

Lin Wanwan's whole body stiffened, and her heart beat like a drum.

When things came to a close, Lin Wanwan realized that she was not mentally prepared to accept this further intimacy at all.

After all, she is just a simple girl who has just graduated from high school, and her heart has not yet left the ivory tower.

Just when she was about to suffocate nervously, Xiao Chong just gently placed a simple kiss on her forehead: "Go to sleep, I'll sleep on the sofa."

After saying that, he pulled off a thin blanket, picked up the pillow, and lay down on the sofa next to the bed.

Lin Wanwan's breathing was still chaotic and it was difficult to calm down.

Although Xiao Chong left, she still felt that the male aura of the King of Beasts was lingering around her, which made her feel uneasy.

She twisted her body weakly and got into bed. She raised her hand and turned off the wall lamp. She didn't dare to say a word for fear of waking up some vicious beast.

After being stiff like this for a long time, Lin Wanwan finally couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.

Xiao Chong looked at the roof in the darkness, smiling bitterly in his heart.

If he said that he had no thoughts about Lin Wanwan, it would definitely be a lie.

However, she was so nervous that she couldn't relax no matter how much he joked, so what could he do?

Patience and waiting are probably the four wisest words at this moment.

Lin Wanwan went to bed late the next day, and when she got up, there was no trace of Xiao Chong in the room.

After washing, she picked a gauze white dress she bought yesterday and put it on, then took out the new mobile phone her grandfather bought her and sent a message: "Where are you?"

Xiao Chong quickly replied: "At the gym, I had a fight with Brother Lu."

Lin Wanwan: "Oh."

Xiao Chong: "We have all finished breakfast. You can go and eat too. After eating, we will leave for the art exhibition. It's almost time."

Lin Wanwan: "Okay."

After pressing the lock screen, Lin Wanwan opened the door and walked downstairs. On the stairs, she met two servants who were wiping the handrails.

"Ms. Lin, good morning."

"Good morning."

The servants in the Hong Kong Island villa were so well-behaved that Lin Wanwan was not used to it. It was as if they had entered the old society, and they were still young ladies and young masters.

However, if Lin Wanwan knew how much they were paid, she would probably give up the concept of equality for everyone immediately and look for part-time jobs.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After all, her grandfather used to work so hard at night shifts, serving dishes, but the pay he received was only a fraction of theirs.

The restaurant was very large, and the breakfast was as rich as a buffet, with a chef waiting nearby. However, Lin Wanwan only chose the simplest white porridge with fermented bean curd, and then ate a poached egg and drank half a cup of milk to feel full.

After she finished eating, Xiao Chong and Lu Shouyue appeared at the same time as if they were counting the time.

Both of them had wet hair and looked like they had just taken a shower. They were both wearing formal shirts and trousers, with suit jackets in their hands.

"Good morning, brothers and sisters."

"Good morning, Wanwan."

Two handsome men, who were over 1.85 meters tall, walked towards Lin Wanwan at the same time. Their aura was so invincible that it made her heart beat faster inexplicably.

"Let's go, Wanwan, let's go." Xiao Chong was also carrying a white mini gold ball bag in his hand, which was also a women's bag he bought while shopping yesterday.

"Okay." Lin Wanwan grabbed the phone and reached out to take the bag and put it on her back. She felt that she and Xiao Chong were really connected.

How did he know that he would choose a white dress to wear today, and he picked up such a matching bag.

The three people shared two cars as usual.

It was Lin Wanwan's first time attending an art exhibition, so she was a little nervous.

But finally entering the exhibition hall, Lin Wanwan relaxed again.

There are a lot of people and it's very comfortable to mix in the crowd.

Lin Wanwan is not timid, she just has little experience and is relatively young.

Xiao Chong held Lin Wanwan's hand and slowly admired the works inside.

The two walked to the calligraphy and painting works of "Chu Kuang" and found that there were more visitors here than elsewhere.

The paintings he painted really broke through Lin Wanwan's imagination of Chinese painting, and his brushwork was so powerful that it was not something he could have at his age. Especially his calligraphy, Lin Wanwan could understand it better.

Lin Wanwan looked up at Xiao Chong and smiled, her eyes full of little stars, her admiration clearly visible: "You are so amazing."

Xiao Chong gently pressed her head and said modestly: "It's okay."

Obviously few people here know that Xiao Chong is the creator of these works.

Although the two of them have attracted a lot of attention because of their good looks, almost no one would associate Xiao Chong with his works - it is really because he is too young and his writing skills are too sophisticated.

The two of them didn't meet anyone who could guess Xiao Chong's identity, but the scouts met three agents, all of whom came with celebrities visiting art exhibitions.

Seeing their outstanding looks, these people couldn't help but extend an olive branch.

But neither of them was moved.

After all, Lin Wanwan has already been admitted to the highest university and has a promising future. It is impossible to give up her studies and make a debut now.

As for Xiao Chong, it is even more impossible.

It's not that he looked down upon these things. The dynasty he lived in had no actors yet. Everyone from common people to nobles liked to sing and dance.
To be continued...