"How long do you want to catch him?" A voice suddenly rang in his ears, calling Sanhun back, which frightened An Jingxing away.
The next moment, the hand under the water was quickly withdrawn as if it had been touched by fire.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Well... I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in there."
By now, even if she thought about it with her nose, An Jingxing knew what all this was about. She opened her mouth to explain, but when she thought about it, any explanation seemed a bit pretentious. Instead, it sounded like she was deliberately saying it.
He broke in while he was taking a shower and wanted to do something...
"Okay, you can go out." Even though she had done such a rude thing to him just now, there was still no embarrassment or strangeness on the man's face. He put his arms beside the bathtub to support his strong upper body, and his eyes were slightly smiling.
He closed his eyes and frowned tightly.
An Jingxing's body was already soaked. Hearing these words, he felt as if he was receiving an amnesty. He quickly stood up from the bath and was about to turn around and walk away.
Suddenly the man's low voice came from behind: "Wait a minute."
An Jingxing's body froze, his heart beating like a drum for a moment, and he did not dare to move.
The next moment, she felt a heat on her shoulders. It turned out to be a bath towel thrown by the man on her body. Upon noticing this, An Jingxing couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and walked out of the bathroom quickly the next moment.
Tang Qianrong, on the other hand, looked at An Jingxing's back with deep eyes. For a long time, the lustful light in his eyes flashed past and lingered for a long time.
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Lin Xiaohui was humming and cleaning in the living room. She seemed to be in a much better mood than before. She had lived with Tang Qianrong for more than 20 years, and she knew Tang Qianrong's habits and preferences better than anyone else.
Because of this, she was absolutely sure that that woman would never come back once she left.
When a woman gets rid of her love rival, she naturally feels very happy, but when she sees An Jingxing walking out of the bathroom door wearing Tang Qianrong's exclusive bath towel, her smiling face suddenly freezes.
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An Jingxing noticed Lin Xiaohui's gaze at the first moment and looked at each other. Instead of looking away, she looked straight at her and walked towards her.
Lin Xiaohui was startled by An Jingxing's actions. Seeing An Jingxing walking towards him, all wet, with wide eyes like a drowned ghost, Lin Xiaohui couldn't help but take a step back, and the rag in his hand fell to the ground.
An Jing walked closer and closer to her, and his eyes became more and more sinister and vicious. The coldness in his eyes almost made her breathless.
The words of apology came to her lips and she almost blurted out, but at this moment... An Jingxing suddenly squatted down in front of her.
He picked up the rag she had just dropped and handed it to her: "Your rag fell off."
An Jingxing's voice was very calm, with a hint of coldness that was hard to detect, but his words were so bland that there was no trace of anything out of the ordinary.
Although Lin Xiaohui has a lot of evil thoughts, he grew up under the protection of his parents and a wealthy family. He has never really seen a woman who came out of hell. At this time, An Jingxing's eyes made him feel fear in his heart.
It grew so fast that in the end, she didn't even dare to pick up the rag, so she just found an excuse and ran away from the living room.
But An Jingxing stood there, staring at her back. His sharp eyes were like a sword. Until she left the woman's sight, it was stuck straight into her body and he couldn't get rid of it.