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She knew who he was, she knew, so she fainted with peace of mind.

Xuanyuan Ye picked up the soaking wet little man in her arms, her body was cold, like a block of ice, her will was already in a coma, how strong her mind should be if she could hold on for so long.

He was angry in his heart, but she couldn't hear her scolding, so he could only hold her body tightly and make her hurt.

She didn't even feel any pain, and slept silently in his arms.

He held her in one hand and drove in the other.

Just now, he saw a plum blossom umbrella floating in the rain from a distance, the owner of the umbrella walked very slowly step by step, although his eyes looked ahead, but there was almost no focus, he was angry with her, angry that she walked away silently, so he was not in a hurry to step forward, wanting to see her most wolf bèi appearance.

But he saw a man's car parked in front of her, and the man stuck out half of his head as if he was teasing her, and he only felt a rush of anger rushing to his head, and if he hadn't tried to control it, he would have smashed his car from behind.

He saw her walk towards the man's car, his fists clenched, would she get into someone else's car so casually? Did she know that those men were just ill-intentioned and coveted her beauty, and he was thinking that her fist had smashed the glass under her hand, using it to pull the wound of her right arm.

His heart was like being tightened by a tightrope, he jumped off without even hitting the umbrella, and when she fell into his arms, he even rejoiced, fortunately, she knew how to save herself, but soon she was angry, she didn't know the pain?

"Water, water, I'm thirsty." She hid in the big bed, screaming with a dying breath, her lips bruised.

Xuanyuan twisted the "hair" towel in his hand lamely, he forgot whether to use a cold "hair" towel or a hot "hair" towel, so he took his mobile phone to check on the Internet, and when he found it, he quickly washed the cold "hair" towel and twisted the "hair" towel, he had never done it, he only needed to wash his face every day, and then randomly took a clean "hair" towel that had been disinfected, and then put it back, waiting for the maids to exchange for a new one.

He never had to worry about his food, clothing, and daily life.

Now, he has to take care of her, so he's a little scrambling.

He remembered that night, and she took care of him like this for one night.

Putting a cold "hair" towel on her head, the water did not wring it clean, and ran down her forehead, making the bed wet, and he hurriedly found the waiter to change the sheets, and in a hurry, he did not notice the birthmark in the middle of her eyebrows.

The waiter came in to help and did the work for him.

He sat in the distance, his heart buoyant.

When the waiter left, he still had a calm face.

Since meeting her, some of his principles have become uncontrollable, such as the strong ** for her, and what he is doing now.

He could have sent her home to her father, but, by the devil, he took her to his private suite.

And he also changed her wet clothes, including underwear, when the naked girl's carcass/body was "exposed" in sight, he endured it and didn't do anything to her, but the hand that changed clothes was obviously trembling.

"It's cold, it's cold." She subconsciously tightened the quilt on her body.