18. Chapter 18 What am I afraid of with you around?
She opened the wardrobe and found that there were some new clothes in it. She took them out and looked at them. The corners of her mouth turned upward. Compared with the clothes Dongfang Xing forced her to wear yesterday, these clothes were too conservative. Damn, they were pretentious.
In the closet, there were two rows of new bras and underwear. When she picked them up, she found that the size matched hers.
Did he prepare these clothes and underwear for her?
Xiahou Huan'er put on her clothes, feeling like she was being tickled by a thousand ants.
She freshened up and came to the hall, where a tall figure sat in front of the window with a strong presence, flipping through a newspaper in her hand.
The soft morning light came in from the window and fell on his body, but it could not soften the cold aura and majestic domineering air emanating from his body.
She looked at his resolute and handsome face with burning eyes, and her heart was beating fast.
Damn it, can he not be so handsome and cool, trying to tempt someone into committing crimes early in the morning?
Mr. Xing, who was so cool that he couldn't even raise his head, just said three words coldly: "Eat breakfast."
Hiss, Xiahou Huan'er wiped the corners of her mouth. Fortunately, it was dry and she didn't drool.
There was some bread and water on the table, untouched, obviously specially prepared for her.
Yesterday she only ate some barbecue. This time she was really hungry. She sat down and picked up the bread. It tasted good and fresh.
She looked at Mr. Xing with charming eyes and smiled: "Brother Dongfang, where does this bread come from?"
In silence, Mr. Xing continued to read the newspaper in his hand, as if he didn't hear her question.
The corner of his mouth twitched, damn, he was pretending to be silent again.
He took two bites of the bread and said shamelessly, "You bought the new clothes in the wardrobe, right? How do you know what size my bra is?"
Mr. Xing's eyes twitched for a moment, then he quickly regained his composure and was speechless.
"Damn it, you couldn't have secretly measured my breasts while I was sleeping." Xiao Nizi stared at him and said without blushing or out of breath.
The corners of Mr. Xing's mouth twitched, and he finally uttered two emotionless words, "Boring."
Xiahou Huan'er swallowed the bread in her mouth, stuck out the tip of her tongue, licked away the crumbs on her lips, and sneered.
Dongfang Xing put down the newspaper and stood up. The sun shone on his back. From her angle, the light and darkness formed a strange silhouette.
"Where are you going?" She immediately stood up.
"Zombie camp, you stay." The voice was neither salty nor cold, but it contained a warning that no one could refuse.
Xiahou Huan'er immediately shook his head: "No, take me with you."
Dongfang Xing glanced at her with cold eyes and said, "Aren't you afraid?"
She knew the meaning of his words, and a naughty smile appeared on her lips. She stepped forward, hugged his arm, and asked: "With you here, what should I be afraid of?"
Her tone was teasing and full of impropriety, but it shocked Mr. Xing's heart, and he immediately pushed her away like a hot potato.
His force was so strong that he almost pushed her to the ground.
Xiahou Huan'er took two steps back, then raised her eyebrows, half suave and half complaining: "After all, I am a weak woman, can't you show mercy to me?"
Is she considered a weak woman? Mr. Xing sneered coldly, turned around and walked outside, not bothering to pay attention to her.
Xiahou Huan'er picked up a piece of bread and stuffed it into her mouth, followed closely behind him.
Dongfang Xing was determined not to let her follow him, so he summoned the winged beast in the yard, jumped on its back, and disappeared with a whoosh. He opened the closet and found some new clothes in it, so he took them out.
Look, the corners of her mouth turned up. Compared with the clothes Dongfang Xing forced her to wear yesterday, these clothes were really too conservative. Damn, they were pretentious.
In the closet, there were two rows of new bras and underwear. When she picked them up, she found that the size matched hers.
Did he prepare these clothes and underwear for her?
Xiahou Huan'er put on her clothes, feeling like she was being tickled by a thousand ants.
She freshened up and came to the hall, where a tall figure sat in front of the window with a strong presence, flipping through a newspaper in her hand.
The soft morning light came in from the window and fell on his body, but it could not soften the cold aura and majestic domineering air emanating from his body.
She looked at his resolute and handsome face with burning eyes, and her heart was beating fast.
Damn it, can he not be so handsome and cool, trying to tempt someone into committing crimes early in the morning?
Mr. Xing, who was so cool that he couldn't even raise his head, just said three words coldly: "Eat breakfast."
Hiss, Xiahou Huan'er wiped the corners of her mouth. Fortunately, it was dry and she didn't drool.
There was some bread and water on the table, untouched, obviously specially prepared for her.
Yesterday she only ate some barbecue. This time she was really hungry. She sat down and picked up the bread. It tasted good and fresh.
She looked at Mr. Xing with charming eyes and smiled: "Brother Dongfang, where does this bread come from?"
In silence, Mr. Xing continued to read the newspaper in his hand, as if he didn't hear her question.
The corner of his mouth twitched, damn, he was pretending to be silent again.
He took two bites of the bread and said shamelessly, "You bought the new clothes in the wardrobe, right? How do you know what size my bra is?"
Mr. Xing's eyes twitched for a moment, then he quickly regained his composure and was speechless.
"Damn it, you couldn't have secretly measured my breasts while I was sleeping." Xiao Nizi stared at him and said without blushing or out of breath.
The corners of Mr. Xing's mouth twitched, and he finally uttered two emotionless words, "Boring."
Xiahou Huan'er swallowed the bread in her mouth, stuck out the tip of her tongue, licked away the crumbs on her lips, and sneered.
Dongfang Xing put down the newspaper and stood up. The sun shone on his back. From her angle, the light and darkness formed a strange silhouette.
"Where are you going?" She immediately stood up.
"Zombie camp, you stay." The voice was neither salty nor cold, but it contained a warning that no one could refuse.
Xiahou Huan'er immediately shook his head: "No, take me with you."
Dongfang Xing glanced at her with cold eyes and said, "Aren't you afraid?"
She knew the meaning of his words, and a naughty smile appeared on her lips. She stepped forward, hugged his arm, and asked: "With you here, what should I be afraid of?"
Her tone was teasing and full of impropriety, but it shocked Mr. Xing's heart, and he immediately pushed her away like a hot potato.
His force was so strong that he almost pushed her to the ground.
Xiahou Huan'er took two steps back, then raised her eyebrows, half suave and half complaining: "After all, I am a weak woman, can't you show mercy to me?"
Is she considered a weak woman? Mr. Xing sneered coldly, turned around and walked outside, not bothering to pay attention to her.
Xiahou Huan'er picked up a piece of bread and stuffed it into her mouth, followed closely behind him.
Dongfang Xing was determined not to let her follow him, so he summoned the winged beast in the yard, flew up on its back, and disappeared with a whoosh.
