Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

After a while, Dongfang Aoshi's body was red here and there, and there was no good place.

Looking at it gently, my heart finally felt a little more comfortable.

While washing and washing, Rourou suddenly felt something was wrong.

His eyes widened, and he looked at Dongfang Aoshi in disbelief——

This beast, under such circumstances, unexpectedly, unexpectedly... excited...

"..."

Is he a machine?

Less than 15 minutes have passed since just now...

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Unmatched in all aspects of strength, Wen Rou was crushed in the bathtub by Dongfang Aoshi, and she vented her desire again.

After finishing the work, Dongfang Aoshi washed the bodies of the two of them, and carried Wen Rou to the bed...on it.

Then he stepped out of the screen and ordered the steward, "Bring in the clothes."

After a while, the steward came in with the clothes.

At the same time, there were a few taller maidservants who followed in, and it was obvious from a glance that they had a background in martial arts.

The maids moved very quickly, carried the tub away, and cleaned up the water stains on the ground.

Dongfang Aoshi waved his hand, "Waiting outside."

"Yes, my lord." The steward put down his clothes, and the man withdrew.

Dongfang Aoshi personally put on the clothes for Wen Rou.

Gentle frowning, staring at Dongfang Aoshi coldly, "What do you want to do?"

Nothing to offer favors, not rape or steal.

For a scum like Dongfang Aoshi, Wen Rou would not think that he dressed himself because of his conscience.

"Why? Don't want to wear it?" Dongfang Aoshi raised his eyebrows in interest, and was about to strip off the gentle clothes.

Gentle froze, and quickly covered her chest, "Don't touch me!"

"I'm only talking about this now, don't you think it's too late?" Dongfang Aoshi didn't do anything, just sat down and watched, "I'll give you half a quarter of an hour to get your clothes on. After a quarter of an hour, if you still haven't put on your clothes, don't I blame the king for being rude."

Dongfang Aoshi's thin lips bent in a half-smile, and his eyes were ambiguous.

How can Wenrou not understand the meaning of his eyes?

He got out of bed with his clothes in his arms, and hid under the quilt to change.

"It's unnecessary." Dongfang proudly smiled, stretched his long legs, and leaned lazily.

Gentle wrapped herself in a quilt and quickly put on her clothes.

"Now you can talk? What are you going to do?"

"Come here." Dongfang Aoshi didn't answer, and called for someone directly.

"Yes, my lord." The steward led a few maidservants in.

This time, the maid was holding rouge and gouache, as well as all kinds of beautiful jewelry.

Dongfang proudly raised his eyebrows.

The steward nodded and came forward, "Second Miss, please come with your subordinates."

"What are you doing?" Rou Rou tightened her clothes, and she was full of defense against everyone in the palace.

"Second Miss, don't be afraid, my subordinates won't hurt Second Miss. I just ask the servant girl to put some rouge on Second Miss and dress her up." The steward explained kindly.

"No need." Gentlely refused.

Being imprisoned in the palace by Dongfang Aoshi as a confinement, Wen Rou doesn't think she has anything to dress up.

She wished she didn't even have to take a shower, and would just be unkempt.

In this way, Dongfang Aoshi won't be interested in him, let alone vent... desire on her regardless of location or occasion.

"This..." The manager was in a dilemma, "My lord..."

Dongfang Aoshi raised his eyebrows, and said lightly, "Accompany me on the bed..., dress up, choose by yourself."