A few minutes later, Rong Beiming came out with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. He saw her standing uneasily at the door of the bathroom, her expression still indifferent: "Go take a shower and change clothes!"
"I...I practiced Qigong today and washed it."
"Has it been washed?" His eyes darkened, and he reached out and dragged her into the cloakroom.
"It hurts, please be gentle!" She complained in a low voice, her slender wrists almost crushed by him.
He glanced at her and let go, his face still cold: "Change clothes, we have to go out!" After saying that, he pulled off the bath towel from his waist.
Yu Nianen's face turned red immediately, she turned sideways and reached for the skirt on the hanger.
Holding the skirt, she turned her back to him, thinking that after he finished changing and went out, it would not be too late to change herself. Because she felt uncomfortable just watching him change clothes like this, or changing clothes in front of him.
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"Do you want me to help you?" The man behind him said in a mocking tone, "You are so reserved, how could you ever think of using your body in exchange for benefits?"
His words hit Yu Nianen's weak point. She clutched the skirt in her hands tightly, her body trembled slightly, and she was speechless for a long time.
The home cotton skirt she was wearing was torn from the back by a pair of big hands, and it hung torn on her body: "Hurry up, I don't have much patience."
She felt aggrieved, her nose was sore, and she wanted to shed tears. But she finally held back. This man probably didn't want her to feel better on purpose, so she refused to cry to prevent him from being proud.
She straightened her graceful back, slowly pulled off the torn skirt, turned around and stared at him stubbornly, and slowly put on the skirt.
Rong Beiming, who had already put on his clothes, looked at her graceful movements and graceful figure. His body suddenly tightened and his throat became dry.
He turned her body over and looked at the fair skin of her back. He couldn't help but lower his head and kissed her shoulder, which then turned into nibbling.
Yu Nianen's body trembled, and an itchy sting came from her shoulder. She bit her lip and did not cry out.
When she fought against him before, she didn't know that she would really hurt the people around her. Now, she must be obedient and try not to get hurt, otherwise she will hurt the people she cares about.
Fortunately, he never went too far with his mother and beloved, and was very kind to them. At least for this, she was grateful to him.
He slowly pulled up the zipper bit by bit, and there were red marks on his round shoulders that the thin shoulder straps couldn't hide at all.
"How is this good?" She walked to the full-length mirror and touched the tooth mark.
"Very good, that's it!"
"Where to go?"
"You'll know when you get there!" He reached out and pulled, and Yu Nianen bumped into his hard chest, "Nianen, who did you give the five million to?"
There was an inquiring look in his eyes.
"Give it to my mother," she replied in a panic, not expecting him to ask this.
"Yeah?"
"You...if you don't like it, I...I'll get it back." She was so sad that day that she didn't even know what happened to the check.
Whether Qin Shuyi collected it or tore it off, she didn't know.
"Very good!" Rong Beiming stared at the face in the mirror that was red from lying, and touched it with his fingers, "His face is red."
Anger was accumulating in his heart, burning and burning bit by bit. Suddenly, an evil and sycophantic light flashed in his cold eyes: "If you don't blush, the consequences will be serious."