It must be the beast gene in her body that is causing trouble. Xiahou Huan'er quickly picked up the pills on the bedside table and swallowed them. Then she filled a large bathtub with cold water and jumped in to soak.
I don’t know whether it was the pills that worked or the cold water. My body temperature gradually dropped and the commotion calmed down.
It seemed that soaking in cold water was still helpful. Xiahou Huan'er breathed a sigh of relief, and finally it didn't feel so painful anymore.
It wasn't until she felt cold that she got up from the bathtub, wrapped a towel around her body, and walked out of the bathroom with weak legs.
When her eyes fell on the tall and steep figure on the sofa, her head suddenly exploded with a bang.
The pure masculine aura floated in the air, and the temperature that had just dropped immediately started to rise. It was really a ghost.
She stood at the door of the bathroom, her heart trembling: "Why are you here?"
Damn it, why did he come to her at this time? Now that he was fine, the impulse that had been suppressed with great difficulty rose again.
Dongfang Xing turned around, and in her eyes, that face that was obviously as cold as ice was damn evil and seductive, beautiful and delicious.
Dongfang Xing's unique deep, clear and mellow voice slowly sounded: "You need help."
Xia Houhuan'er's fingers gripped the bath towel tightly, and she gritted her teeth and growled: "Fuck you, uncle, you've done me the greatest favor by getting out right away."
It was not easy for her to calm down. Damn it, why did he come here now?
Xiahou Huan'er gritted her teeth and stared at him.
Dongfang Xing's tall and majestic figure stood up on the sofa, but instead of walking towards the door, he walked towards her and stood two steps away from her.
The black red eyes seemed to have been tempered with fire, seizing her momentarily, and the cold and sinister handsome face contained no trace of emotion.
Slender and rough fingers gently caressed her hot cheeks, and her deep voice was firm and confident, repeating expressionlessly: "You need my help."
She slapped his hand away hard, pushed him hard, bit her lower lip, and yelled stubbornly: "I told you there's no need, get out, get out now."
He glanced at her sideways with his deep and cold eyes, and suddenly thrust out his hand, grabbed her bath towel, and pulled hard.
"Dongfang Xing." Xiahou Huan'er was shocked.
Dongfang Xing didn't wait for her to cover up. His strong arms suddenly wrapped around her waist and pulled her into his arms that exuded the refreshing masculine atmosphere.
Xiahou Huan'er took a deep breath and looked at him with fiery eyes: "What do you want?"
"Help you." Dongfang Xing's handsome face was expressionless, he just said coldly, and suddenly suppressed her.
The uncomfortable feeling came quickly.
Her slender body was trembling, as if there were millions of ants chewing on it, and an intolerance erupted in her body that made her furious.
The body is constantly itching, and the numb itch penetrates from the skin into the body and penetrates deep into the bone marrow.
She felt empty, like the emptiness of a bottomless pit.
She began to struggle, hitting and kicking him with her hands and feet. Her sharp teeth landed on his shoulders and arms, biting him hard.
Apart from pressing her hard and trapping her under him, he did nothing. His deep eyes were still cold, and his handsome face was still cold.
She was suffering from all sorts of excruciating discomforts. She wanted to kill someone, and her bloodthirsty impulse was stronger than usual.
She struggled desperately under him, but he remained motionless, allowing her to act wildly. The traces left by her sharp nails on his body seemed to have no feeling at all, just like being bitten by a mosquito. It didn't hurt.
