The house is in a great location on top of a hill, the light is excellent, and the whole luxuriously furnished bedroom is filled with the scent of the mountains. From the floor-to-ceiling windows, the breathtaking scenery is even more stunning.

But it was clear that neither of the two people in the room had any intention of appreciating this.

"Go take a shower!" Feng Hao said coldly.

Xia Yucheng was stunned, and saw Feng Hao untie his tie and unbutton his shirt, revealing his strong chest and beautiful abdominal muscles.

"I ......" she spoke, her throat dry and her voice hoarse.

"What? Do you still want me to wait for this kind of thing? Isn't your identity just to wash up and lie on the bed and wait for me?" Feng Hao hooked the corners of his lips with a sneer, "Xia Yucheng, thank you for reminding me so often that our relationship!"

"Our relationship?" Xia Yucheng inhaled sharply, a little uncomfortable. She raised her eyes slightly to look at Feng Hao, his handsome face was covered with frost at the moment.

The whole person was like an iceberg that would not melt for thousands of years, making her feel cold to the bone, and it seemed that even her blood was frozen.

"From now on, our relationship will be as you wish. I said, as long as you want, as long as I can. Since you want to maintain a contractual relationship, in the future, you will only talk about ...... Contract!"

After saying it coldly, Feng Hao went to the cloakroom and took out a white shirt of his own and threw it to her.

Xia Yucheng is the first time to come here, Feng Hao is usually busy, only occasionally comes. So there is no change of clothes for Xia Yu Orange here.

Holding a haute couture handmade shirt with exquisite workmanship and well-made fabrics, Xia Yucheng silently turned around and went to the bathroom.

……

In the bathroom, standing under the shower, Xia Yucheng closed her eyes, she thought she would cry, but she couldn't shed a single tear.

The warm water slid through her skin, but it didn't give her a hint of warmth.

Pushing the wind to the cusp is definitely not what she wants.

She just couldn't think of a better way, in that emergency situation.

In fact, if she hurts Fenghao, she feels uncomfortable and hurts!

Covering her aching heart, she raised her face and closed her eyes, letting the water wash down.

After taking a shower, putting on a windy shirt, and drying her hair, her cheeks finally got a little more blood, which was the result of the heat of the hair dryer.

She patted her face, covered her eyes with a wet towel, and slowly walked out of the bathroom.

In the bedroom, the curtains were drawn, and the light dimmed a lot.

"Come here!"

Following the sound, Xia Yucheng saw Feng Hao sitting on the sofa in the room, smoking a cigarette.

He must have taken a shower in his guest room, his hair wet and hanging down on his forehead. With a sturdy upper body and a white bath towel around his waist, he leaned back on the sofa and put the entire weight of his body on the back of the chair, looking a little lazy.

It's just that between the eyebrows, it is still cloudy and cold.

"Hao!" she coughed softly, the room was centrally air-conditioned, and the temperature was very pleasant. But he was smoking, and the faint smell of smoke lingered in the air in the room.

Fenghao heard her cough and reached out to snuff out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray.

He raised his eyes slightly and stared at her, the man's shirt was worn on the woman, a kind of sexual-sensual representation. Not to mention a beautiful woman like Xia Yucheng, her small and exquisite, slender and soft body is wrapped in a wide shirt, and her curves are full of shadows, which makes people reverie.

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