Wen Muyao pushed him on the shoulder: "What do you want to do!" ”

"Don't you know what I want to do?"

Yin Xiao grabbed her waist with her big hand and kneaded it heavily.

"Didn't you say that I can't compare to Fu Lin and can restrain you, then I'll show you now!"

"You don't-"

Yin Xiao's voice was low and gloomy, with a deep anger, and the sadness and despair buried under the anger.

Wen Muyao kicked him hard, bit his shoulder, and kicked and hit him.

But the disparity in strength between the two was too great, even if she bit Yin Xiao's shoulder, almost frantically biting, she was forced to let go of her mouth under Yin Xiao's compulsion.

In a trance, Wen Muyao closed his eyes in despair, his face full of tears.

Don't cry, can't cry, can't be sad...... She cried out in her heart.

But it didn't work, the pain still wrapped around her like a vine, getting closer and closer, almost making her unable to breathe.

This long process was finally over, and Wen Muyao only felt as if he had been run over by a truck, and he couldn't even move a finger.

Yin Xiao stood up naked, wrapped Wen Muyao in a suit jacket, and carried her to the bathroom downstairs with her bare feet on the floor.

He turned on the faucet, and a column of warm water spilled over his head and poured on Wen Mu Yao's fair skin.

Under the light, her skin was as white as snow, delicate as porcelain, and dazzlingly beautiful.

Yin Xiao pressed her against the cold tiles and pasted her from behind.

Wen Muyao was so tired that he didn't have any strength, and he didn't even have the energy to think, so he could only hold on to the wall and barely promise not to fall. But she sensed the movement behind her, and her eyes widened sharply.

Behind her was obviously such a warm body, as if she had been splashed with a basin of cold water, from the top of her head to the soles of her feet, and even the hairs on her body stood up.

"What are you doing!"

A scream came out of her throat.

She turned around and tried to hit him.

Yin Xiao pressed her against the cold tiles, and her palm supported her slender waist.

An hour later, Yin Xiao came out of the bathroom with Wen Muyao in her arms, they were wearing couple-style nightgowns, the blue one he was wearing, and Wen Muyao was pink.

Wen Muyao's face was pale, and his small face, which was already the size of a palm, looked even smaller, as tender and pitiful as a flower branch broken by the wind.

He put Wen Muyao on the bed, took out a hair dryer, patiently dried her hair, and carried her downstairs.

"Let's eat."

The meal was quickly heated in the microwave, although it was not a fresh meal, but after all, it was made by a chef from a five-star hotel, and it still looked very delicious and delicious, but Wen Muyao didn't have any appetite at all. Even though she was tired and hungry now, her appetite was starting to ache with hunger.

She sat down at the table, pursed her lips, and did not move or speak.

Yin Xiao picked her up, made her sit on her lap, and shoved the chopsticks into her hands.

"Eat."

He said.

Although it was a commanding tone, it was much more softened than when it was on the carpet and in the bathroom, and even with a sense of tenderness after being satisfied.

But Wen Muyao still didn't move, sitting on his lap like a wooden man, so aggrieved that tears were about to fall.

Still eating?

She doesn't have that in mind at all!

The only thing she wants to do now is to stab him to death with a chopstick! Poke him to death!

"Don't eat it, do you?"

Yin Xiao glanced at her.

He is very tall, although Wen Muyao is sitting on his lap, he and Wen Muyao's eyes are almost at eye level, as long as he tilts his head slightly, he can kiss Wen Muyao's face.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "If you don't eat, I'll eat you." ”