Surrounded by warm water, the bathroom is filled with mist.
Su Shijie's face was particularly handsome in the mist.
He combed her hair with his broad fingers, and raised the corners of his mouth with a usual clear smile.
Chanel was a little confused, as if she had met Su Shijie just yesterday, and she rushed into the rose garden of the Su family winery...
Su Shijie, Su Shijie, she just discovered the homophony of his name.
Well, he will be her whole world from now on.
Chanel tried hard to ignore the foreign object in her body: "Su Shijie, let me go."
"Are you serious?" He said with a full evil smile.
"Well..."
"What now?"
No, you can’t indulge! You can’t fall into his trap, Chanel!
Chanel bit her lip tightly to stop her moaning, and picked up a shower gel: "Let me go, I'll help you take a bath..."
Su Shijie moved slowly twice more...
Chanel's hand softened and the shower gel fell into the pool.
Bastard, big-tailed wolf, hateful!
Chanel struggled desperately and stretched out her hand to hit him, but he grabbed her hand, kissed her fingers one by one, his lips were hot, and his evil eyes never left her face for a moment: "Do you still want me to let go?"
you?"
"want."
"I want to hear the truth."
"What I said...well, I mean it..." Please don't move around like this, okay? If you want to move, just keep moving. It's really torturous to move and stop like this!
Chanel glared at him angrily: "Su Shijie, I know you are not drunk, and I know you are doing it on purpose. In fact, you are wearing a wedding dress... uh...?"
Chanel's last weak will was about to disappear, her body was hot and limp, and her mind was blank.
She felt like she was standing in the wave of lust, desperately trying to resist the waves of desire sweeping towards her, but she couldn't help herself and sank deeper and deeper...
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Chanel didn't know when she fell asleep.
In her dream, she saw many tangled rose flowers, blood red in a strange color.
She saw the back of a young man among the roses. She wanted to chase him and see who he was. But he kept walking in circles, and she couldn't catch him.
"Wait, wait! Wait for me!"
Chanel chased desperately, and her exposed legs were pricked with blood by the thorns of rose flowers.
Every step she took was painful, but her feet seemed not to obey the command, as if they were wearing a pair of dancing shoes that kept running, leading her to chase the boy's back.
She didn't know how long she ran, but gradually she began to feel exhausted.
She fell into the thorns on the ground, her legs were pricked with blood, and she curled up in pain.
A slender hand touched her gently, and his fingers seemed to have magic power. Wherever they touched her skin, her injured and bleeding areas would heal automatically.
The young man squatted beside her and quietly healed her wounds.
Chanel grabbed his hand suddenly and raised her head, but she couldn't see the boy's face.
"Who are you?" She held his hand tightly, "I seem to know you... You give me a very familiar feeling. Who are you?"
The young man seemed to be looking at her with a very sad look.