However, this time, Fred did not do as she wished. Instead, he grabbed the pink fist that she hit towards him and said with a smile: "It's getting late, I'm going to bed."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked directly towards the bedroom. When he entered, he didn't forget to close the door.
Pan Xichen stared blankly at the closed door for a long time. It wasn't until I don't know how long it took that she just reacted and shouted: "You scoundrel! That's mine."
Bedroom! That’s my bed!”
After saying that, he rushed over and tried to open the door and drive him out.
Who knew, this guy actually locked the door from the inside.
"You are already old and you still bully a little girl like me. What a big bastard!"
The door didn't open after a long time, so Xichen could only resign himself to his fate and stamp his feet on the spot, as if to relieve his anger, he cursed at the man inside.
Fred, who was inside the door, had a very interesting smile on his face after hearing her curse.
This little girl is really interesting.
Thinking about it, he lay down on her relatively soft bed with a contented look on his face, his handsome face pressed against the pillow she had slept on. Well, it smelled quite good, with the smell of her body.
Pan Xichen, who was outside the door, saw that the man had not given any response after calling him for a long time, so he could only stand there with a discouraged face and stared at the closed door in a daze.
What kind of evil has she done? Why did she get into trouble with such a scoundrel man?
When he walked into the bathroom, it was still filled with moisture from the bath he had just taken, and his clothes were thrown aside in a mess.
Xichen remembered that he seemed to have no change of clothes, so he angrily took his clothes to the sink and started washing them resignedly.
While washing and washing, he kept cursing: "Damn man, stinky man, you are so rich, you will die if you find a hotel to stay for one night!"
"What do you mean when you come to my place without even bringing any clothes?"
"Damn, why should I do these things for you!"
The more Xichen scolded, the more energetic he became. The more he scolded, the more he felt that this man was really bad for teasing him like this. The movements of his hands became harder and harder.
It was as if the clothes in his hands were that abominable man.
