C34 (1/2)

Accepting him as a person was equivalent to smashing two cheap children and sending them off with cupped hands.

In these ten days, she had to control herself!

However, he was truly handsome to the point where even the gods and men would be angered …

Lying on the same bed as this fellow, his heart couldn't help but be agitated.

Just think about it, as a woman who hadn't eaten pork for five years, how could she not have any thoughts when facing fresh meat?

Besides, the honey-colored muscles in his shirt showed everything...

No, no one else's muscles could touch it!

”Ahem, I'm going to sleep on the sofa!” Jumping off the bed, An Shengxia chose the safest way.

Split the bed with him.

However, his wrist tightened!

”Are you afraid that you won't be able to bear the doubts and eat me?” The man lightly pursed his lips as he poked Zhong An Sheng Xia's thoughts.

”Just sleep, who's afraid of who?” There was no way to fool him on the first night. An Shengxia immediately fell asleep and intentionally turned her back so that she wouldn't look at him.

”Do you want to wash first, or should I?” Above his head, a man's low voice sounded.

Oh yeah, she's been practicing all day and hasn't washed up yet.

He lifted his arm and sniffed. There was the smell of sweat.

However, the dead duck stubbornly refused to budge. ”No, I won't! I won't!”

”Woman, get up.” Holding on to An Shengxia's shoulder, Quan Yao was extremely disgusted. ”I'm not allowed to take a bath, and I'm not allowed to sleep in a bed. I'm a germaphobe!”

”Ha, you think I want to sleep?” Just as he was feeling depressed, An Shengxia had already been thrown into the bathtub!

Comfortable warm water instantly permeated the woman's skin through the thin jacket …

”Beast!” Don't look! ”Get out!” Angry and screaming, An Shengxia's face turned dark red.

Being stared at, how could he not be angry?

”Nothing much.” The man who took advantage of the situation casually closed the door.

After soaking in the water for over an hour.

An Shengxia was almost out of oxygen, so she wrapped a towel around herself and went to the door, probing, ”Do you have a woman's clothes here?”

When she came, she did not expect to stay the night, so she did not bring any change of clothes.

”Wearing this is what I like …” Leaning back against the wall, Quan Yao's frivolous fingertips hooked onto a black lacy.