Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 572 - 571: Going Alone to Save Her (5)

When he just took a cold shower, he tore off the bandage, so at the mont, there was nothing covering his chest.

Her hand lay on top of it, so warm.

It turns out that being cared for by her is such a warm thing, so nice, it’s just a pity, it’s not ant for him.

Thinking of this.

His deep eyes narrowed slightly, like a deep pool, the corners of his lips slightly curled up, flashing a trace of alluring charm.

Silly little Eva, oh silly little Eva.

When will you realize my existence!

He smiled teasingly: "My Lady Eva, stop touching." He couldn’t stand it; her hand felt electrifying, especially since she was sitting on his lap at the mont.

"..." Eva initially wanted to cry, but when she heard him say that, she imdiately bit her lip, "Who... who is touching you?"

He curled his lips into another smile, lowered his eyes, and looked at his chest. Her small hand was still buried inside his robe, touching his chest: "If this isn’t touching, then what is it, hmm?"

"..." Eva bit her lip again. This... is this touching? She never knew he could be so shaless. She looked up at him, a pair of deep and cold eyes carrying a warm anger.

His whole body exuded a chilling aura.

She hesitated for a mont, then quickly lowered her face, minding her own business. This isn’t touching; she needs to check his chest to see how badly he’s hurt and whether it will scar.

If it doesn’t heal well, she would be uneasy for the rest of her life.

She... she might as well give herself a cut too!

"...Hmm? This little woman."

He curled his lips again. His robe had already been undone by her. He wasn’t wearing any pants because he had taken them off when changing into the robe.

What she’s doing now is lighting a fire.

"Wifey, stop touching!" He grabbed her small hand and placed it on his lips, kissing the back of her hand, "Silly girl, I won’t call you little silly Eva anymore."

"..." Eva blushed; what does looking at his injury have to do with being silly?

When did he start having a thing for hands, even kissing her hand!

"Are you feeling hot, hmm?" Lucas Knight placed her hand on his chest, letting her touch it.

"..." So hot, is his body a furnace? Besides, it’s all muscle, sexy, hard under her fingers.

Subconsciously thinking of sothing, she quickly withdrew her hand, moved aside, and dared not look at him, keeping a distance from him!

When did he beco so flirtatious?

Everything about him is seductive; with his looks and body, he’s simply deadly, completely disconnected from the man who used to call her little fool. Why did he suddenly beco so good!

She doesn’t deny it; this kind of handso, this teasing, this roguishness, is just like the man who used to call her little fool.

"Lady Eva, will I eat people?" Clearly, she was the one who lit the fire, but now she suddenly stays far away from him. Would he really eat people? Is he that evil?

"No." She bit her small lip, "Don’t call Lady Eva." In comparison, she really thinks little fool sounds nice! Little Eva sounds nice too!

Little fool, she truly is a little fool.

If not for being a little fool, why would she like him!

If not for being a little fool, why would she love him, even begging him not to divorce them before.

But later, they t again at Nightfall Palace, t him, ’five bucks a ti’.

"Then what should I call you?" He suddenly leaned in, his thin lips close to her ear, his hot breath all pouring out, smiling teasingly, "Then, should I call you wifey? Hmm?"

Wifey.