Qiao Hanye stood there, watching her figure in the mirror approaching him, his body tensed up, trying to avoid it.

saw Helan Hibiscus step forward, staring at the scar on his back, his white jade fingers caressed the scar on his back, and whispered: "This wound is so deep and long, it must be very painful, right?" ”

"Sss Qiao Hanye's back was straight, her body stiff, and she wanted to remind her not to touch it, but she stared at his scars and forgot that she was in danger.

Her fingertips, like electric currents, aroused the passion immersed in his body, but she was so focused on his old wounds that she didn't even notice it.

"It's all over, you... Don't mess around. Qiao Hanye said in a deep voice, looking at her delicate and charming appearance, he turned off the water and pulled the bathrobe to wrap it underneath.

The man's hot hand reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"I... I didn't touch it. Helan Jin said in a low voice.

As soon as she finished speaking, the next second she was slammed by the man, his short black hair dripping with water droplets, sliding down the handsome silhouette, she suddenly had a rapid heartbeat, looked down, but accidentally saw his mermaid line exposed outside the bath towel.

Helan Jin looked at his strong and flat abdomen, the clear mermaid line, she felt her mouth dry, and she didn't know where to put her hand, clenching it gently.

"Mrs. Qiao, you not only touch indiscriminately, but also like to look indiscriminately?" Han Ye asked in a hoarse voice, lowered his head and bit her earrings and said in a deep voice, "Do you like it here, or this?" ”

She realized that she cared too much about his injuries, forgetting that she had something to share with him, ignoring the fact that he was taking a bath, and now realized that danger was coming.

"Hibiscus." Qiao Hanye's fingertips picked up her chin, and the man's silent black eyes were full of lust.

The ambiguous smell in the bathroom kept permeating, as if it was about to drown her.

"Mr. Qiao, you, don't mess around." Helan Jin whispered, her fingertips against his chest, and she pressed her fingertips against him as he approached.

Feeling her heart beating very fast and her mouth dry and overwhelmed, especially since his strong body posed a serious threat to her.

Helan Jin's face was red and his ears were red, and his fingertips slid down his strong chest, all the way down.

"Hibiscus." Qiao Hanye lowered his head and kissed her ear.

Feeling her little hand slide down, her fingertips clasping his bath towel, and as his thin lips landed on her neck, she suddenly pulled off his bath towel with force.

"Bang" she turned, ran sideways from him, and pushed the window open with her backhand.

The bath towel fell to the ground in response, and the cold wind blew in from the window, and Qiao Hanye's desire was as if he was frozen by the cold wind.

"Haha, Mr. Qiao, your bath towel has fallen, go pick it up." Helan Jin ran out of the door, turned around mischievously and winked at him, and asked with concern, "Do you want to close the door for you?" ”

"......" Qiao Hanye is full of strong desire; hope, was forcibly lowered by her.

He turned to look at her, Helan Jin was a little weak-hearted, touched his neck and silently turned around and walked out, smearing oil on the soles of his feet and slipping downstairs.

When she ran into Han Beicheng when she left, her apricot eyes turned slyly, and she whispered: "Han Beicheng, that... Your master is looking for you. ”

"Huh? Good. Han Beicheng listened, raised his foot and was about to go downstairs, and turned around and walked towards the bedroom.

Finding that the bedroom was empty, there was no figure of Qiao Hanye, and his eyes fell in the direction of the bathroom.

"Master." When Qiao Hanye picked up the bath towel, Han Beicheng's voice sounded from outside, and then he saw Qiao Hanye coming out wrapped in a bathrobe, his face was a little bad.