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fleeting tenderness

Outside the window, the biting cold wind blew by, swaying the shadows of the trees and intertwining their branches.

Xiang Yimo's face was pale, his brows furrowed slightly, and the cold sweat on his forehead moistened his broken hair. He held the fork tightly in his hand, took a bite, immediately covered his mouth, and swallowed with difficulty.

Nangong Han suddenly pressed her slender hand and said, "Don't eat it!"

Xiang Yimo suddenly jumped off him, covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom, locked the door, and opened the shower head. The sound of water rushed, and the flying water droplets splashed on the smooth floor, like a storm, splashing and crackling.

sound.

The sound of the water drowned out the sound of her vomiting.

"Ugh... vomit..." Xiang Yimo's stomach turned violently, and she vomited out all the things she had just swallowed, which hit her throat and caused a burning pain.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The knock on the door shook the quiet night. Nangong Han was not knocking on the door, but banging on it.

If Xiang Yimo didn't say anything, he was probably going to knock on the door and come in. She shouted at the top of her voice: "I'm taking a shower!"

"Open the door!" The short voice was full of irresistible majesty.

"Crack!"

Xiang Yimo opened the door, and a flash of panic flashed through her Shuiliang eyes. She was soaked all over, her wet clothes stuck to her body, and her long curly hair was half wet and spread messily on her shoulders.

"I'm really taking a shower!"

"Do I need to wear clothes to take a bath?" Nangong Han stepped into the bathroom, and a rich scent of bath milk hit his nostrils.

In order to cover up the sour smell left in the air after vomiting, Xiang Yimo poured the entire bottle of lavender-scented shower gel into the bathtub. When it was stirred by the pouring water, soft and soft foam formed along the smooth and white surface.

The bathtub wall slid down.

"What are you doing in here!" Xiang Yimo stared at him timidly, stepped back, stepped on a slippery bubble, and slipped, "Ah -" with a scream, she turned over and fell

She entered the bathtub, and the white foam buried her in it.

Nangong Han chuckled, "As clumsy as a pig!"

Xiang Yimo crawled out of the bathtub, her whole body covered with soft foam. She narrowed her eyes, showing an evil spirit, and suddenly picked up a handful and threw it at him, "Don't gloat!"

Nangong Han deliberately did not dodge and let the foam hit his shirt. He stepped into the bathtub and said, "If you dare to mess with me, you will suffer!" He picked up the foam and poured it on her.

"Then let's see who is stronger!" Xiang Yimo didn't give in and kept fighting back.

Foam was splashing in the bathroom, the fragrant fragrance of flowers was floating in the air, soft light fell on the foam, and was refracted into sparkling fragments of light.

"Ah!" Xiang Yimo screamed and closed one eye.

Nangong Han walked to her in a panic, hugged her waist, and stared into her eyes, "What's wrong?" Was he hit in the eye by foam?

Xiang Yimo curled up his lips, picked up a handful of foam and threw it at his face, "Haha! You've been fooled!"

His face darkened, and the fine foam slowly slid down his cold cheeks. His eyes were cold and sharp, and he stood motionless.

The smile on Xiang Yimo's face gradually dissipated, she tugged on his sleeves and asked in a low voice: "Are you angry?" As soon as she finished speaking, a ball of foam hit her face.

"You've been fooled!"

She staggered back a step and stood just under the shower head. Fine water droplets fell on her body. The foam was diluted and gradually slipped away...

He immediately leaned forward and approached her, held her wet little face, and kissed her immediately the next second. Her soft lips were like moist cotton balls, and he sucked gently.

Xiang Yimo did not push him away, but gently closed her eyes, nostalgic for the tenderness and sweetness at this moment.

In Nangong Han's heart and eyes, she was just Xiang Rumo. How much she hoped that for a moment, even if it was just a short second, she could be her true self in front of him, but this was just her extravagant wish, and she would never

will be realized.

She couldn't ask for anything, and she didn't dare to ask for anything. He was her sister's husband, and this barrier was forced between them.

Since you came alone, leave quietly.

A drop of salty tears appeared in the corner of her eyes, but they were immediately washed away by the clear water droplets. No one knew her tears, and no one cared about her pain.

Xiang Yimo clenched her fists and secretly made up her mind. She slowly raised her slender arms, hooked them around his neck, and faced his passionate kiss. She cooperated with him tacitly, swirling her tongue, chasing and playing.



There was a faint smile in the corners of Nangong Han's eyes, and his palms slid down her cheeks, across her neck, across her collarbones, groped for the wet clothes, and unbuttoned them one by one.

"Well..." She made a dissatisfied protest and held his hand, "No!"

"What's wrong?"

Xiang Yimo leaned forward and hugged him, kissed his ear gently, and said seductively, "Unless you let me go to work in your company!"

"Why did you suddenly have this idea?"

"so boring!"

Nangong Han raised his eyebrows ambiguously, "Do you want to pester me for twenty-four hours?"

"Smelly!"

Nangong Han lifted her out of the water, "I can agree to it, but it depends on your performance!"

"Then husband, be gentler!" Xiang Yimo's cheeks turned red with embarrassment and her head buried in his chest.

Every time, her initiative was purposeful. In the study, she deliberately seduced him to steal information. In the hospital, she deliberately seduced him to escape. This time, if Nangong Han knew her purpose afterward,

Will you still forgive her?

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After a night of lingering, Nangong Han was as gentle as a different person. He would rather resist the impulse and endure the pain than to take her by force. He didn't enter her body until she was impatient and ready.

It's not like the arrogant collision before, but like a leisurely dance, circling slowly...

Why treat her so well that she can't let go and forget her, which deepens her guilt.

When she woke up the next day, Nangong Han had already gone for morning exercises. Xiang Yimo picked up the phone and took pictures of the scars on his body. Each one had a profound memory. The scars on his thighs proved that he was cruel and had left her behind.

Shark Pond. The scars on his wrists accuse him of being cruel and blindly believing in Yao Mina. The scars on his chest prove his humanity and that he will risk his own life to save her.


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