"I don't want to embarrass you, so you'd better know your limits."
Yan Xihua had finished speaking and was about to leave after passing her.
"Wait a minute." Huanhuan called her, her shoulders were shaking slightly, she clenched her fists, slowly turned around, faced her, and said in a clear voice, "Since you know that I am saving your beloved with my life.
Man, shouldn’t you show some basic respect?”
Yan Xihua hesitated in her steps and slowly turned back, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear clearly. What did you just say?"
Huanhuan narrowed her watery eyes, "If you want me to save him, and if you want you to have a good life in the future, then be polite to me."
She crossed Yan Xihua without looking back.
Yan Xihua was stunned on the spot, she didn't expect that Huanhuan would resist, and she looked stunned.
Huan Huanqi turned the corner and walked back, but saw Sister Zhong at the corner.
Afraid that Huanhuan would suffer a loss, Sister Zhong followed her uneasily. After hearing the conversation between the two, she finally felt relieved. At this moment, she was looking at Huanhuan with approval, "This is what the young lady should do."
You have a certain style! As long as you sit in this seat, even if it's only for a day, don't give any woman a chance! Because you are the one who speaks the truth!"
Knowing that Sister Zhong was cheering her up, Huanhuan looked at her gratefully and nodded, "I remember."
Sister Zhong escorted Huanhuan to the door of the new house. She turned around and said, "Young madam, come in."
"I..." Seeing Huanhuan hesitate, Sister Zhong shook her head, opened the door, pushed her in without saying a word, and then slammed it shut, leaving no room for her to escape.
Stepping on the thick carpet, Huanhuan nervously hugged the gift box given to her by Sister Zhong, not even daring to raise her head.
At this time, the sound of water came from the bathroom.
Knowing that he was taking a shower, Huanhuan breathed a sigh of relief. He moved his stiff limbs and came to the bedside. The big word "Happy" on it was as real as an eye.
Huan Huan caressed her lovingly. Although this wedding was weird as if she was completing a ritual of some primitive tribe, she still cherished it extremely. After all, she got married today, and it was Sesshomaru she secretly fell in love with.
grown ups.
The sound of water in the bathroom didn't stop.
Her eyes fell on the gift box next to her. Huanhuan opened it curiously. After picking up the contents, her face turned red and she quickly wanted to put it back before Mojia came out.
"Sexy pajamas?"
At some point, Mo Jia, who was all wet, had stood behind her. The water droplets were dripping down her knife-like cheeks. Her long hair was scattered unruly on the back of her head, adding three points of sexiness to the indifferent him.
Part bewitching, part enchanting.
The sound of water continues.
Huanhuan turned around suddenly and hid her pajamas behind her back. Her face was as red as if she was about to bleed, "Don't let your mind wander! Sister Zhong gave it to me!"
"Sister Zhong?" The suspicion in Mo Jia's eyes intensified.
No one can associate this nude lace pajamas with Sister Zhong, who has always been serious about speaking and smiling.
"It's really her!" Huanhuan was going crazy.
Mo Jia didn't dwell on the issue anymore and threw the towel in his hand directly to her, "Help me dry my hair."
Huanhuan hurriedly put on her pajamas and thought to herself, Sister Zhong, Sister Zhong, just keep your image as a royal sister, why do you have to make such an international joke!
I gave a pajama as a wedding gift, but it turned out to be a pajama that exposed half of my sexy breasts!
Mojia sat on the sofa, picked up the documents on the table, and looked at them carefully.
Huanhuan grabbed the towel and wiped his long hair randomly, but couldn't dry it for a long time. She frowned and asked, "Is there a hair dryer?"
"I don't need to blow the wind." Mojia turned to another page and continued reading.
"Why? With such long hair, when can you do it without blow-drying?"
He turned another page and said, "Blowing the air will damage your hair."
Huanhuan was stunned. Did she hear it correctly?
The prince, who is usually as cool as a piece of fine cheese, is actually afraid that the wind will damage his hair?!
It’s a hair dryer! A hair dryer that benefits mankind!!
Oh my God, Huanhuan can no longer remain calm. She is going to sell this news to the tabloids, and it will definitely make the front page headlines!
Feeling that there was no movement on his head, Mojia raised his head and glanced sideways at her. His eyes suddenly glanced at her wrist, he put down the information and stood up. He didn't have much time, so he took out a small medical kit. The appearance was all hand-carved.
, the body of the box is gorgeous and elegant sapphire blue. It looks like a jewelry box, not a medical box.
"Bring your hand."
Huanhuan mistakenly thought that he wanted to reward her, so she quickly spread her hands and waited for the reward obediently.
He glanced at her and said, "Show your identification mark."
"..."
Huanhuan glared at him fiercely, muttered a few words, and then handed over the wrist that he had bitten.
Mojia untied the bandage on her wrist, took out the disinfectant cotton, and disinfected her again. Huanhuan grimaced in pain and kept moving.
"Don't move." He frowned in displeasure.
Huanhuan curled her lips, "It hurts!"
"If you don't want to leave scars, just stay calm."
His warning worked as expected. Huanhuan immediately sat up straight and gritted her teeth to endure the pain. Only then did she notice that he was naked from the waist up, tied only with a bath towel, which was loosely stuck around his waist, revealing his abdomen.
Huanhuan suddenly had a thought as he pulled out a few abdominal muscles. What would it look like if he accidentally pulled off his bath towel and revealed his well-defined figure?
She blushed as she thought about it.
Mo Jia quickly re-treated her wounds. When he looked up, he saw her with a red face and a look on her face from the waist down to the thighs.
He was stunned by her naked gaze, which made her want to devour him alive. His brows twitched a few times, and he pulled the sofa cushions without leaving a trace, covering his waist below and above his thighs...
Huanhuan blinked her eyes, feeling very unhappy about the sudden appearance of the sofa cushion in front of her eyes...
Suddenly, she realized something, raised her eyes suddenly, and met Mo Jia's half-sulky, half-helpless face. Huanhuan took a breath, "Don't get me wrong, I didn't think about anything! Really, I really didn't think about it.
Look there!"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Huanhuan turned to stone.
She wished she could bite off her tongue! If there was a hole now, no matter if it was a cat hole, a dog hole, or a fox hole, as long as it was drillable, she would never come out again.
Above the head, there was Mo Jia's always calm voice. If you listen carefully, it was also mixed with a hint of roughness, "You are not allowed to think about me anymore."
He got up and walked to the inner room, grabbing the sofa cushion with him.
The cushion never left his waist or thighs...
Seeing the prince leaving in panic, Huanhuan slapped his forehead and shouted that he was wronged.