Chapter 121: Indifference and detachment are their way of getting along

The bathtub was almost full of water, so Qiao Yue, who fell into the bathtub, didn't feel pain.

But this bathtub was very deep, and she suddenly fell into it unprepared, making Qiao Yue's clothes and hair all soaked, and choking on saliva for a long time, like a drowning person, her heart was full of fear.

Qiao Yue struggled to get up from the water with the buoyancy of the water, holding on to the edge of the bathtub with both hands, like a drowning person clutching a life-saving driftwood.

The clothes floated in the bathtub, and the long hair stuck to the sides of the cheeks because of the wet water, how embarrassed and embarrassed it was.

Qiao Yue, who had gasped, felt that her body was very cold, and she found that the water in the bathtub was almost hot, obviously after some time, the temperature was almost gone.

She struggled to get out of the tub, but as soon as she sat up, she was pressed down by a pair of large hands, and then cold cold water poured down her face.

Qiao Yue slid down in the bathtub again, closing her eyes and avoiding the spray of cold water. If the water in the bathtub has no temperature, then the water from the shower is even colder than the water in the bathtub.

"Su ...... Su Mingyuan, what are you doing! Qiao Yue was so drenched in water that she could barely say a complete sentence.

"I don't like dirty stuff." Su Mingyuan said coldly, and then aimed the shower at Qiao Yue's shoulder and washed it desperately, which was the place where Gong Cheng had touched.

Dirty stuff...... What was colder than water was Su Mingyuan's heart, he thought she was dirty, but why did he hold on to her.

Qiao Yue wanted to cry without tears, and her heart was like skin soaked in cold water, completely cold.

Without a shower spray on her face, Qiao Yue finally opened her eyes. She saw Su Mingyuan on the side holding the shower, pressing her shoulder with one hand, her dark eyes were cold, the corners of her mouth were tense, and her face was gloomy.

His clothes had already been wet with water, and the snow-white high-end handmade white shirt was wet on his body, revealing his good figure.

But at this time, Qiao Yue didn't have the heart to appreciate Su Mingyuan's good figure at all, because the skin was already in a hot pain where the water was constantly washed away.

Although the water flow of the shower is not very large, the impact at close range is not small, and after facing one place for a long time, Qiao Yue's skin is delicate, and she can't withstand such treatment at all, and her shoulders are already red.

"What do you want from me!" Qiao Yue finally collapsed under the cold water and Su Mingyuan's cruel psychological torture, she waved her hand vigorously and slapped it on the water, splashing a room of water, and also knocked down the shower on Su Mingyuan's hand.

The strength of Qiao Yue's hand was not contained, and finally hit the hard edge of the bathtub directly, and the pain made her entire arm almost spasm.

A line of tears slipped from Qiao Yue's pitiful eyes, carrying the temperature of the human body. At this time, tears turned out to be the only thing that gave her warmth, how sad!

Su Mingyuan looked coldly at Qiao Yue, who was sitting in the water with a stubborn face, her broken black skirt floating in the transparent water, and her messy long hair was half floating in the water and half was on her shoulders.

Under the long black hair, the white and delicate shoulders, the touch of red is shocking, it is the result of being washed by the shower closely, and it is also his masterpiece.

The force on Qiao Yue's hand just now was very strong, and the sound of the palm colliding on the white porcelain bathtub was clearly audible, and the touch must not be light.

Su Mingyuan's gaze slowly moved from Qiao Yue's shoulder to her slender hand that was still on the edge of the bathtub.