Chapter 9 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Shui Miaomiao stunned.

Had she verbally provoked him? She had just been warning him.

Nevermind.

A wise man would extricate himself from a disadvantageous position wherever possible.

He kissed her. Did she need to kiss him back?

“Let go of me. I am going to take a shower,” Shui Miaomiao said, struggling to free her hands from his grasp.

Shen Mochen looked at her downcast eyes. Her demeanor was now quiet and obedient. The look in his eyes softened a little, as he loosened his grip and said, “The one with the vermilion door frame.”

Shui Miaomiao went in with the clothes, locked the bathroom door and turned on the faucet.

She washed her face and wiped her lips. Then she sighed.

It was difficult to prevent getting hurt when you are in society. You have to run when you know you can’t fight against it.

She would just run as far as she could when she saw this man next time.

Shui Miaomiao took off her clothes and stood under the shower to clean herself.

Her clothes were covered in blood, making it impossible to wear them.

She looked at his shirt with a strange feeling in her heart. She picked it up and snuffed it.

His shirt smelled of detergent. It was not bad.

Shui Miaomiao put on his shirt and fastened up all the buttons.

The shirt was long and covered her legs like a mini skirt.

Shui Miaomiao picked up the underwear that he had given to her and looked at the middle of it.

Men’s underwear of men is cut in a different way to women’s. Women’s underwear is flat, while men’s underwear is designed as a three-dimensional package to wrap up the front area well.

His three-dimensional package was very prominent, and it was probably large.

Shui Miaomiao recalled the night in the United States.

That man had been extraordinarily large too.