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I took him home. He didn't sit around, he cleaned up the house, he even helped me wash my clothes. He was much smarter than the nanny I hired.

Which ones are dry cleaning, which ones can only be washed by hand, and some can't even touch water … I didn't even need to remind him of this, unlike my nanny...

And some things were natural and natural in the face of day and night.

After all, a man and a woman alone would be filled with fire and dry wood.

Although all of this was just an accident, I unexpectedly became addicted to it.

This kind of thing happens a second time. I don't want to get into any trouble, so I always give him a lot of money. It's fair.

I knew he wasn't simple, at least for some people who knew about the less restrictive care methods around the world, he wasn't someone to be trifled with. However, I am not interested in his origins at all.

In any case, it's just a matter of going back and forth between me and him, each taking what he wants.

Of course, all of this was based on the premise that he did not attempt to invade my world.

Recently, however, he had become very strange.

He looked at me inquiringly, and I hated that look.

I didn't hate the look so much as I hated his delusions of seeing through me.

Yes, he was the only person in the world who had ever been free to come and go in my house, and he was kind to me, too, to do what I wanted, to do what I wanted, even to have him around me, as far as I could think of it, or even to think of it.

But so what? His kindness to me has nothing to do with what is called love.

Did he want to see through me because he wanted to get something other than money from me?

”The sofa is cool. Come here, let me hug you to warm you.”

While I was deep in thought, Jiang Yu wrapped a towel around his lower body and walked over slowly.

It had to be said that a man like him could be a fatal bewitcher to any woman.

He sat down next to me, and I lay down in his arms and ran my fingertips over his lips. He made a gesture to suck on my fingers and looked at me with dark, dreamy clarity.

”Jiang Yu.” I called his name.

”Hmm?” He looked over his shoulder at me.

”Who the hell are you?” It was the first time I had a strong interest in a man. I want to know who he really is. I want to know everything about him.

”Who do you want me to be?” He let go of my fingers, and his voice was so seductive that, just as I was about to ask him something, he gently sealed my lips.

His big hands reached into my bathrobe and his fingers touched my softness.

”I belong to you, your only man, Jiang Yu.” As he spoke, he unbuckled the belt of my robe and pulled the towel away from his waist, revealing his exuberant desire. He straightened up and once again ran through me.