Leng Zimo looked at Luo Xiaoqian who was walking towards the bathroom like a bug, got out of bed neatly, strode over, and grabbed the bathroom door handle before her, "The shirt is here, and the coat and pants are placed by the bed. I will return them in the afternoon."
If you have a meeting, remember to wear a tie!"
She is not his servant, so why should she serve him?
"Why do you wash it first!" She turned around and blocked the bathroom door with her body.
Leng Zimo raised his eyebrows, "You want to wash together?"
Luo Xiaoqian's height is also about 1.6 meters, which is not short at all. Standing in front of him, she is still nearly a head shorter than him, with a strong sense of oppression.
"Not interested in!"
She turned to leave, stepped on a corner of the quilt, and immediately lost her balance.
"ah!"
She screamed and reached out to grab something. When her fingers touched something, she immediately hugged it tightly.
The thin quilt on her body lost the support of her hands and immediately slipped from her body. Before she could reach out to grab it, his arms tightened and she was pushed to the wall by him.
What she was holding just now was his... arm?!
In front of me, his handsome face quickly enlarged, and the man's breath approached.
"Be good, otherwise, there will be consequences at your own risk!"
It was getting late, there was still a meeting in the afternoon, and she also had to go to class. He was already trying his best to endure it, but she still kept dangling in front of him again and again. Was she challenging his willpower?
Noticing that her arm had been wrapped around his neck at some point, Luo Xiaoqian hurriedly retracted her hand.
"I'll help you prepare clothes!"
Slipping out from under his arm, she quickly grabbed the quilt on the ground and draped it over her body, before escaping to the closet.
Leng Zimo took a breath, turned and walked into the bathroom.
Hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom, Luo Xiaoqian breathed a sigh of relief and turned to the bed to look for her clothes.
After rummaging around on the ground for a long time, she only found a shredded green T-shirt.
Does this man have an addiction to destruction? Every time, he always wants to tear her clothes to pieces.
Not daring to neglect, she went back to the closet, pulled out a piece of his shirt and put it on, then his boxers, and finally found a pair of lace-up sweatpants to put on.
