Chapter 320 - You’re Wasting Something Good By Not Looking At Free Welfare (1/2)

Chapter 320: You’re Wasting Something Good By Not Looking At Free Welfare

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The scorching heat of his fingers slipped further down from her flat abdomen and every inch of skin his fingers pa.s.sed by felt like electrical sparks and brought a pleasant numbness to her skin.

Nan Zhi’s legs tried to close itself instinctively, as her small hand pulled onto his naughty hands tightly. “Mu Sihan, you promised me you wouldn’t force me again!”

His handsome face under the blurry lights seemed to be suppressing something, the veins on his forehead were slightly popping out as beads of sweat dripped down his face.

His s.e.xy Adam’s apple moved as his eyes became a little dazed from the suppressed desire.

Their eyes met each other’s and her uneasy figure was reflected in his black eyes.

The two of them looked at each other for a minute, before he furrowed his eyebrows and cursed as he let go of her, flipped off the bed and entered the bathroom.

“I’m not touching you, but stay the night.” He instructed with his hoa.r.s.e voice before he closed the bathroom door.

Nan Zhi knew his temper well, so she knew that if she really left, he would never let her go even if he had to chase her to the end of the world.

Since he was able to release her, he probably would not do anything that night again.

For some unknown reason, she found herself willing to believe him.

However, the truth was that she had underestimated a man’s primal instincts.

Half an hour later, he walked out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his lower body.

It was not her first time seeing him without clothes and only in a towel. However, she was still shocked when she saw him again and swallowed unconsciously.

He had firm and well-defined muscles, a broad and firm chest, a taut six pack, perfect triangular shape and a s.e.xy Apollo’s belt.

How could someone be so flawless?

The towel hung very low and loose on his lower body. It seemed like it was about to drop anytime with his moving legs.

Nan Zhi swallowed again in fear from the sight before her.

Her gaze accidentally moved to his sensitive area and the shape of it underneath of the towel was still…

Nan Zhi’s breathing hastened as she quickly averted her eyes.

Mu Sihan had a towel in his hands. His short hair was still wet from the cold shower he took moments ago. When he lifted his hand to dry his hair, his biceps exuded an overwhelming masculinity that made her flush.

“Why are you so shy? It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.”

Nan Zhi did not want to talk to him.