Yuluo returned to her room and took off her suit. She was a little tired. She glanced at her feet. It was so painful that she could not touch her, so she wrapped it in a towel and limped towards the bathroom.
Walk away.
The warm water spilled on her body, and Yu Luo's fatigue disappeared when she rushed to the point where she felt much better. She took a deep breath, changed into her refreshing pajamas, and walked out barefoot
bathroom.
It was completely dark and the lights were not turned on in the room. She fumbled to the head of the bed and turned on the desk lamp. When she turned around, she faced a gloomy face.
Yu Luo's heart suddenly jumped, and he subconsciously took a few steps back, and his face turned pale.
"Are you so afraid of me?"
Ye Xiuchen stood up from the edge of the bed and approached her step by step. Under the dim light, his expression was invisible, and his whole body exuded a terrifying aura.
When did he come in?
Yuluo looked at the closed door. She clearly remembered that she was locked when she came in.
As if seeing through her thoughts, Ye Xiuchen raised his eyebrows.
"Don't forget, whose home is this."
Yu Luo's eyes darkened, and he lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
Yu Luo was annoyed by Ye Xiuchen. He hated this woman to be distracted in front of him.
A sharp pain came from his jaw, and Yu Luo was forced to raise his head and bear his anger.
"What are you thinking?"
Yu Luo pursed his lips tightly, and his burning breath sprayed on her cheeks, ambiguous and panic, her face turned red, she raised her hand to struggle, but was immediately grabbed by him and suppressed on both sides of her body.
This posture makes the two of them fit more.
After a while, Ye Xiuchen let go of his strength and then hugged her into his arms. He gently rolled up a strand of her black hair, wrapped around his slender fingertips, and played with it.
His sudden change made Yu Luo very uneasy. He forgot how long it took that they had not been so close to each other. Her body, which was as tight as a lover, made her feel very uncomfortable.
"Don't move."
Ye Xiuchen stopped her struggle, pulled a dry towel from the shelf, carefully closed the end of her hair, folded her hands, and gently rubbed it. The water droplets on her hair overflowed and dripped on his.
The chest caused his body to become stiff, and then the movements on his hands accelerated and intensified.
"Um--"
Yuluo groaned and frowned.
"Brother, you hurt me."
The long black hair was suddenly pulled hard by someone. The next second, her body was forcibly turned around, and a tall body had already pressed her under her.
His hot lips approached, and his breathing was squirting hot, but it was just pressed against the corner of her mouth. Through a thin layer of pajamas, Yuluo clearly felt the temperature from his body.
She panicked. Such a brother was unfamiliar to her and completely unfamiliar with her.