After receiving his order, An Ying almost ran away and rushed into the bathroom.
He locked the door behind him, pressed his back against the door, patted his chest, and panted.
The hiccupping action just now was really embarrassing. An Ying wished she could find a crack in the ground and turn into it, so that no one could see her.
After taking a few deep breaths, An Ying walked to the bathtub. Tian Junhao had already put the hot water on for her, and the faint scent of rose essential oil floated in the bathroom.
An Ying took off her pajamas and slid into the bathtub comfortably, but her mind was in a mess.[
Is it really impossible to escape tonight?
Biting her thin lips, she was God's plaything. If he really wanted her, could he not hand her over?
There was a hint of self-deprecation on the corner of An Ying's mouth, no, he didn't like anyone to challenge his authority.
What's more, from the moment she was adopted by him, she was destined to have such a fate.
She had nowhere to escape and no choice.
An Ying slowly closed her eyes, maybe this is her life, to be his lover, wait until he gets tired of it, and then be abandoned.
However, An Ying pouted, she only had her body, and she would never give up her heart.
She is just God's plaything, she cannot betray her heart.
An Ying, do you know?
You are just one of his many lovers. Do you remember the woman named Nightingale? Maybe there are more lovers named Nightingale.
You cannot give up your heart, otherwise, you will be completely finished. When you are old and abandoned, you will be completely sent to hell.
Therefore, if you can't have a heart to heart, as long as you don't have a heart to heart, even if you are abandoned by him in the future, at most you will just become a beggar again instead of going to hell.
The lighting in the bedroom was adjusted to a warm tone by Tian Junhao, which was a bit ambiguous and a bit confusing.
The floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony are open,
Tian Junhao personally mixed two glasses of red wine and placed them on the coffee table, while he lay leisurely on the armchair.
Holding half a glass of wine in his hand, he leisurely looked at the soft moonlight,
Crossing one's feet lazily gives people a completely harmless illusion.