Sheng Juezhi was not in the car, and he would never do such a thing as surrendering his identity when he received Wen Yi.

Silent all the way, the car drove towards the villa at a high speed, more than a little faster than usual.

Wen Yishi frowned slightly, a little unclear.

Sheng Juezhi would always let her arrive for an hour first, and then come back after she had cleaned up.

Therefore, time has always been in time, and there is never such a rush as today.

Even when I got out of the car with her, I was a little anxious.

But she turned around before she remembered that she had left the key at home.

Sheng Juezhi didn't give her the password for the gate of the villa, let alone fingerprints, probably to make it more convenient when it was broken in the future.

But now it's inconvenient, not only inconvenient, but also very tricky.

The driver always arrives and leaves, and never stops for a moment.

Waiting here for Sheng Jue to come back would not surprise him to anger, Wen Yi did not hesitate at all, turned around and walked out.

It only takes half an hour to take a taxi back and forth, and after all, there are still twenty minutes to go, so it should be in time.

But at the moment when she was about to leave, the door behind her suddenly opened, and a warm palm was attached to her waist, pulling her in with irresistible force.

Sheng Juezhi's face was calm, and his eyes were surging with impatience.

He still had moisture in his hair, and he was wearing only a bathrobe, and his beautiful collarbones and full chest muscles were all exposed.

He leaned over and sniffed between his necks, and the strength in his hands couldn't help but weigh a little.

Before she could react to the warmth, the world was spinning in front of her, Sheng Juezhi carried her on his shoulders and strode to the bathroom.

The things on the sink were swept to the ground with one hand by Sheng Jue, and in the crackling and crisp sound, they were put on the sink when they were warm.

The countertop was a little cold, and she couldn't help but shiver.

Immediately afterwards, a hand appeared on the long skirt, and with a tearing sound, the skirt became in half.

His chest was cold, and he subconsciously pulled up his skirt when he was warm, and his face turned pale from being frightened by his sudden move.

She raised her head tentatively, Sheng Juezhi's eyes were emotions she couldn't understand, but she knew that Sheng Juezhi was angry.

Why get angry?

I don't understand when I am warm.

What made her even more incomprehensible was that Sheng Juezhi tore off her hand and threw her long skirt into the trash can without refusal.

Then he picked her up and stood under the shower, and the hot water fell with it.

Wen Yi hugged his neck and buried his face between his collarbones, trying to hide in his arms.

There was a layer of red on her fair skin, and she couldn't tell if it was hot water or shame.

Finally, Sheng Jue realized that his mood had calmed down a little, and he put Wen Yishi in the bathtub, and without looking at her, he ripped off his soaked bathrobe, threw it on the ground and walked out.

Wen Yishi hugged his knees in the bathtub and buried his face in it, curling up hard.

It wasn't until she heard the sound of the door that she looked up, turned on the hot water, and washed herself quickly.

She kind of understood, Sheng Jue knew that this was a cleanliness fetish who suspected her of being dirty, so she was so angry.

There was no bath towel in the bathroom for some reason, not even a towel, only a white shirt of Sheng Awareness.

Wen Yi had no choice but to pick up the shirt and put it on her body, buttoning it to the top to cover the large burns on her chest.

The pain intensified when the scald was stained with water, but Wen Yishi suddenly sneered.

She was looking forward to Sheng Shao's face when he saw the "masterpiece" he personally participated in completing after unbuttoning his shirt with his own hands.