Chapter 779 - Where Do I Wipe? (1/2)

Wash…

Wipe…

Leng Zhiyuan looked at him in a daze and scolded him directly. “Damn you!”

Since a young age, it was always someone else waiting on her. She had never waited on anyone before!

Who did he think he was?

Zhou Yao looked at her small, tender face that was fresh from her bath and raised his eyebrows slightly. “Take a look at me. I’m covered in dust and blood. It’s impossible to take a bath, so I can only trouble Mrs Zhou to clean me up.”

“I…”

“Oh, of course you can refuse, but there will be a lot of people coming to visit me over the next two days. With many seniors in my unit, if any rumours of us having disagreements were to spread, you have to think about the consequences.”

Leng Zhiyuan froze on the spot and couldn’t say a word. She blushed and glared fiercely at the shameless man!

“Mrs. Zhou, be good. We need to love each other. Don’t forget, three months. With patience, we’ll get through it eventually.” Zhou Yao said as he winked at her, wanton and unrestrained.

Leng Zhiyuan’s two hands which were hanging by the side of her body clenched, loosened and clenched again. Finally, with a heavy snort, she walked into the bathroom.

Listening to the crackle and rattle from inside, Zhou Yao knew how reluctant the woman was. She was treating the basin as if it was him to let out her anger.

He leaned back in his bed leisurely and complacently. Why did it make him so happy to provoke that little wild cat?

…

Leng Zhiyuan came out shortly after. She forcefully put the down basin on the bedside table, then squeezed the water out of the towel. “Where do I wipe?” she asked with a poor attitude.

“Well…” Zhou Yao thought seriously with his head askew. “Wipe my upper body first.”

Leng Zhiyuan bent down and reached out to unbutton his camouflage top, and she opened it such that his bulwark-like chest was exposed. He was right. He had blood stains on his body.

With a warm, damp towel, she wiped those bloodstains clean, then randomly wiped other areas for him. She was angry, but when her fingers touched his hard muscles, it was as if she was electrocuted, and she began to wonder where she should look.

“Mrs. Zhou, so you wear this at night?” He suddenly started a conversation.

Leng Zhiyuan took a look at herself. The black vest and black slacks were normal. There was no problem.

She raised her eyes to look at him, only to see his gaze slide disdainfully across her body, then stop at her…chest.

“Where are you looking? Look again and I’ll gouge your eyes out!” She swung the towel in her hand at his handsome face.

Zhou Yao dodged and lifted his lips into a smile as he recalled, “Mrs. Zhou, why so pretentious? I’ve not only seen it but only pinched it.” He proudly spread out the fingers of his right hand.

Leng Zhiyuan’s little face started burning. “Son of a bitch!”

She extended two fingers and went straight for his eyeballs.

With sharp eyes and agile hands, Zhou Yao quickly stopped her two fingers and pulled on them hard. Caught off guard, she fell into his arms. At that moment, his thin, warm, and pliable lips moved down and kissed her little earlobe. “Mrs. Zhou, you have such a great figure and such a beautiful face that all men want to take a second look at. Don’t waste it. Start wearing dresses. Also… back in the mountains, you looked beautiful when you smiled.”

The man’s warm and wet breath completely landed on her sensitive ears, and his words were so…unrestrained, such flowery speech!

Does he do this to all women?

“Get lost!” She pressed against his chest and broke free from his arms in a matter of seconds.