"What should I do? I can't use the hotel shampoo. I want rose-scented shampoo!"
"The scent of roses is gone. I'll lend you the scent of my cold water."
"It's okay, it's better than the mixed fragrance."
After a while, Han Murphy knocked on the glass door.
Xiaoxiao responded, opened the door, stretched out his arm to grab the shampoo bottle, and then pulled hard.
Ah!? She, Su Xiaoxiao, dared to swear to God! This pull was absolutely useless! But, she was able to pull Han Murphy in like this! The hot water hit him,
Although it was hazy in the shower room, she could still clearly see the soaked shirt of the handsome guy in front of her, and saw his looming strength! It must be said that such a scene made her nosebleeds have the urge to spurt out!
After sniffing the fishy smell in her nose, she crossed her hands across her chest and said, "Get out, I want to take a shower."
Han Murphy smiled lightly and said, "How do you get out? I was pulled in by you and I'm soaked all over, so I can't get out."
After the words fell, Xiaoxiao seemed to see Han Feifei's eyes flashing like a pervert. After all, she was an unmarried girl, how could she be like this? Tightening her arms, she hurriedly took a few steps back. There was no space in the shower room.
It was so small that she had already taken two steps back. The cold tiles touched her naked skin, making her shiver with cold.
But Han Feifei didn't let her go, and approached her step by step until he was pressed against her body.
Her heartbeat and breathing suddenly began to accelerate, and her blood began to boil, but the moral shackles of being a woman forced her to push Han Murphy's body away: "Murphy, get out..."
Han Feifei ignored her at all and acted rogue. He held her tightly in his arms, lowered his head and kissed her earlobe. The sound of water, breathing, and heartbeat echoed in his ears. The sultry air and the temptation of passion made his chest rise and fall.
indefinite.
It's over... It's getting harder and harder to breathe, and her mind is blank. She doesn't know what to say or what to do. She only moans in a low voice: "Murphy...Murphy...don't...don't...be here."
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Suddenly, Han Murphy gave up kissing her earlobe, and slid his lips across her cheek, sealing her breathing, from deep to shallow, again and again, until her mouth was filled with his breath.
Unknowingly, his hands had slipped to her waist...