An Moran didn't say a word, but was quietly held in his arms. He felt excruciating pain when he moved, so he simply didn't move at all.
Gong Shaoming caught a glimpse of her cold and cold body, his eyes narrowed, but he was rarely angry. He turned over and sat up from the bed, and hugged An Moran as well.
He hugged her and strode towards the bathroom.
An Moran was like a rag doll, he could do whatever Gong Shaoming did to him, but he had no temper, ignored his teasing, and didn't care what he did.
Obediently, he allowed Gong Shaoming to take a bath for her, put on a bathrobe, and finally hugged her back to the bed.
It wasn't until Gong Shaoming pulled out a long skirt from the closet, walked back to the bed, and reached out to take away the bathrobe from her body that An Moran finally had some reaction.
His slender white fingers clasped the bathrobe on his chest and looked at Gong Shaoming warily.
It seemed that as soon as she got to bed, she lost all sense of security.
"Let go, damn woman, I want you, not even in bed!" Gong Shaoming said with a cold face, looking at An Moran who resisted him, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
If he wanted to do something, he had done it just now in the bathroom while she was wearing nothing.
If she had to leave him alone like she was guarding against thieves, would she think he was her man?
Gong Shaoming glared at the scared An Moran angrily, catching the fear in her heart. Gong Shaoming's expression softened a little, and he slowly approached her, "I'll change your clothes and take you somewhere."
"Can I not go out..." An Moran looked up at him in shock and muttered.
She didn't need to look in the mirror to know that she looked like a ghost now. An Moran didn't want to go out at all, especially with Gong Shaoming.
"What do you think?" Gong Shaoming responded coldly. Before An Moran could take off his bathrobe, he pulled it open with a big hand.
He reached out and grabbed An Moran's body, which was trying to hide away.
When his sharp eyes touched her smooth body, Zi Tong couldn't help but shrink.
When he helped her take a bath just now, he had already noticed that An Moran's body was covered with scars caused by his anger. The bruises and bruises were staggered and densely covered on the skin that could be broken by a blow, which was very eye-catching.
However, there were water drops in the bathtub, and An Moran deliberately dodged, so he couldn't see clearly.
If she stood in front of him so carelessly, Gong Shaoming realized how serious his attack was. Not only her legs were terribly red and swollen, but there was not even a good spot on her body.
No wonder she is so afraid of herself...
Holding back his heartache, he took the long skirt he pulled out of the closet and glanced at the mottled marks on her body. Gong Shaoming suddenly threw the long skirt aside and strode back to the closet.
After picking several pieces over and over again, I found a high-collar arctic long skirt from the closet and returned to An Moran.
An Moran had already retracted her naked self into the bed the moment he let go, with an expressionless indifference on her beautiful face.
"Come here." Gong Shaoming took the newly selected skirt and walked to the bed again. He glanced at An Moran who was hiding far away and raised his eyebrows impatiently.
An Moran stared at him motionless, with strong defensiveness in his eyes.
Gong Shaoming's face suddenly darkened because of the defensiveness in her eyes.
Damn woman, you can't be too nice to her. If his attitude isn't tough enough, she won't take it seriously at all!
Gong Shaoming was about to get angry when he caught a glimpse of the purple bruise on An Moran's ankle from the corner of his eye, and his eyes darkened.
He took a deep breath to suppress the anger in his chest and cleared his throat, "Don't you want to know where I'm going to take you?"
