Entering the room, Lin Zifeng dared not think too much.
Now his clothes were already stained with waterlon juice. If he didn’t clean it up soon, he’d definitely face suspicion at ho, and Zhao Xuemo had stirred up quite a bit of heat in him too.
Upon entering the bathroom, a wave of feminine fragrance greeted Lin Zifeng’s nostrils.
The bathroom’s decor belonged to the more luxurious type.
From the bathtub to every tile, he could sense that Zhao Xuemo was a woman with a delicate heart, especially with her love for ho surpassing everything.
He couldn’t afford to admire it any longer. First, he took off all his clothes, washed the waterlon juice clean off his shirt, and then took a cold shower.
...
Outside, Zhao Xuemo was also nervous to death, tiptoeing into the room, first poking her head in to check if Lin Zifeng was really showering.
Then she gently walked into the room, went to the side of the bed, and quietly took away that set of mannequin.
But just as Zhao Xuemo picked up the thing, Lin Zifeng unexpectedly poked his head out of the bathroom.
He originally just wanted to look for so paper or the like.
Instantly—
Their eyes t, Lin Zifeng’s wet hair all slicked back, his chiseled, cold and stern face handso beyond belief, the sight of his muscular chest sexy to the point Zhao Xuemo’s eyes sparkled a bit.
Ti seed to freeze...
However, the three-second gaze made Lin Zifeng quickly retract his head, eyes wide, leaning against the bathroom wall, with trepidation thinking to himself: Damn! She, she’s not thinking about that, is she?
In an instant, after a series of ntal scenarios, the more Lin Zifeng thought, the more scared he beca.
Imagine, a man showering, with that kind of comforting thing in the room too.
And Zhao Xuemo ca in at this mont.
Could it be...
Lin Zifeng simply dared not imagine!
...
Seeing Lin Zifeng shrink back sharply, Zhao Xuemo was also montarily taken aback.
Then a faint blush appeared on her cheeks, her heart racing to the extre.
This misunderstanding was really huge now.
Especially, she was holding that kind of thing, how could Lin Zifeng not misunderstand?
But imagining Lin Zifeng’s strong physique, Zhao Xuemo’s face beca even hotter, even her earlobes felt warm.
The most embarrassing part for Zhao Xuemo was that she actually felt a flutter of emotion.
In order to get out of the current predicant quickly, Lin Zifeng was so anxious his face turned pale.
He grabbed a pair of underwear from the shower rack and put it on, and within less than five seconds, he was fully dressed. He carefully peeked out to see if Zhao Xuemo was still there.
Seeing Zhao Xuemo was not in the room, he was elated.
He quickly opened the door to leave, but just as he was about to step out, Zhao Xuemo ca out of another room.
"You, you’re leaving now?"
Zhao Xuemo blushed, looking utterly flustered and embarrassed inside.
"Uh, hehe." Lin Zifeng turned back and smiled, but it was a very bitter one. He said, "Minister Zhao, there’s so business at ho tonight, so I won’t disturb you. I’ll visit you at ho when I have ti."
"But..." Just as Zhao Xuemo was about to say sothing, he was already gone.
Suddenly, the entire vast house beca sowhat empty and quiet.
This loneliness made Zhao Xuemo’s heart suddenly feel void, a woman at her age, still in the pri of her life, who wouldn’t yearn? Who wouldn’t want a man?
But...
Staring at this empty, lonely, cold house, the solitude of a single person is always so lonely.
Half a minute later, Zhao Xuemo only then reacted, giving a wry smile.
It was as if she’d lost her soul, walking step by step into the room.
After a while, she finally noticed that set of mannequin her friend left behind.
An evil thought erged spontaneously, but she suppressed the evil thoughts inside.
Finally, after a fierce internal struggle, she actually walked dejectedly to the thing.
She gently opened the box, her slender, soft jade fingers trembling as they slowly brought the box to her eyes, her breathing rushed, her face blushing.
In the end, she put it down and ran to the bathroom to take a cold shower, to quench her evil fire.
But upon reaching the bathroom, Zhao Xuemo’s cherry lips ford an O-shape!
The underwear she had organized was actually taken away by soone!
Just as she was about to lose her temper thinking it was a prank by her junior, her gaze swept to the side and saw a pair of black n’s boxers hanging on the rack.
Oh my God!
Zhao Xuemo covered her lips with both hands, her eyes widening as she took two steps back.
Could it be he wore her underwear away? Thinking of this, Zhao Xuemo felt a line of black slowly creeping down her mind.
...
After leaving Zhao Xuemo’s house, Lin Zifeng ran several hundred ters before finally hailing a taxi to head ho, but he felt his underwear was sowhat tight.
"Bro, where to?"
The driver laughed and asked.
"XX Villa," Lin Zifeng replied.
Being asked by the driver made Lin Zifeng not pay much attention to his underwear issue.
The recent scene popped up in his mind terrorizing him, if again...
Thinking of this, Lin Zifeng was covered in cold sweat.
The journey was mostly silent, soon he was ho.
Pushing open the door, Nangong Bing had co ho particularly early today, seriously reviewing new materials in the living room, seeing Lin Zifeng push the door open.
The woman was first delighted.
But she noticed Lin Zifeng’s pale face, and so fine sweat on his forehead.
"You, what happened?"
Nangong Bing frowned, sowhat distressed, asking.
"Are you sick?"
"Nothing," Lin Zifeng plopped onto the sofa, wiping his sweat.
"Really nothing?"
Nangong Bing looked at him suspiciously, her heart aching, yet she poured him a glass of water.
"Here, have so water."
The more enthusiastic Nangong Bing was, the more terrified he beca.
"Not back tonight?"
"No, they both returned to the villa tonight, won’t be back." Nangong Bing smiled slightly, her noble, cool deanor at this mont having a bit of a girl-next-door taste.
"Uh, hehe, that’s good. That’s good."
To calm his highly agitated emotions, Lin Zifeng put down the glass of water, slowly stood up, wore a smile but it wasn’t friendly: "Well. Since they’re not here, should we do that thing?"
What happened at Zhao Xuemo’s place had stifled him, and to quell his lust, he had to take a cold shower. Not making up for it now felt like an injustice.
Moreover, having neglected Nangong Bing for so long would certainly plant so bad seed in a woman’s heart. But he didn’t know he wore the wrong undergarnt. Who knows what would happen if Nangong Bing found out?
She might even have the desire to kill him.
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