Without expecting any further progress, he took out a soft handkerchief and wiped the stains on her face gently and meticulously.
She was confused.
The man looked at her cat eyes that were as bright and dark as black gemstones, his pupils tightened, and the strange feeling disappeared in a flash.
He continued to clean her, not sparing every inch of her skin from head to toe.
He cleaned it very carefully and saw it clearly.
She was like a porcelain doll, at his mercy, her long, calloused fingers colder than the stream.
This bath lasted a full hour.
He carried her ashore, her clothes had been torn by him, and the cold wind in the forest made her shiver uncontrollably.
His straight eyebrows frowned, and he stretched out his hand to pull his robe, wrapped his delicate white jade body in his arms, and walked quickly into the forest.
"Where are you taking me?" Xiahou Huan'er has not yet recovered from the shock and shame. He must have washed her clean and then eaten her.
Her hands were still tied by tree vines. She struggled continuously, and red and swollen bruises appeared on her fair wrists. She did not want to be treated like a lamb to be slaughtered.
He remained silent, but held her hand firmly with his palm, preventing her from abusing his wrist any more.
He was silent, and she was angry and sarcastic: "I asked you, are you mute?"
From the first time I saw him until now, he has not said a word.
He remained silent, which almost made her furious.
Deep in the forest, there was a villa that looked a little spooky. The man hugged her and jumped directly in from the fence. The iron gate of the fence was rusty and it seemed that it had not been opened for a while.
The villa was very quiet and there was no one. He carried her into the room with familiarity, threw her on the soft big bed, opened the closet, took out a low-cut and backless one-piece skirt and threw it next to her.
, untied the vines from her hands, folded her hands across her chest, and looked at her with burning eyes.
She rubbed her sore wrist and picked up the skirt. It was really revealing, but that was not the point. She looked up at him and went crazy: "You want me to wear it like this?"
The man had a dark and resolute handsome face, showing a confused look.
This man is a pig. She was a little angry and yelled: "No bottoms, no bra, you want me to fight in a vacuum?"
After yelling, his cheeks turned red.
The man was stunned for two seconds before he finished digesting her words. He found a brand new set of underwear from the closet and threw it to her.
"Turn around, don't peek." These words were a bit unnecessary. Just now in the creek, he had already seen and touched her inside and out.
He just frowned and turned around obediently.
Xia Houhuan'er breathed a sigh of relief and quickly put on her clothes. Damn, how revealing is this skirt? How short is it? The front is so low that it can hardly cover the beauty of her chest, and the skirt is so short that it can hardly cover her underwear.
, a large area of ​​attractive snow-white skin is exposed to the air.
She cast a sharp look at his straight back, suddenly reached out to pick up the lamp on the bedside table, and threw it at him hard. Ruyan quickly threw her body towards the open window.
The man's figure was like a ghost, dodging the desk lamp. Before her hand even touched the window, a palm was clasping her waist. She was pulled back and imprisoned in his arms again.
She struggled wildly and roared: "Let me go."
The man frowned, his cold face darkened, and he raised his hand and struck her neck.
She finally became quiet. His rough fingertips traced across her delicate face, and her heart palpitated inexplicably.
