Deep Pampering: The Black Emperor's Bone Erosion Lingering

Fu Qiongying was blocked by his words and didn't know how to answer.

Immediately, he could only follow his instinct to retaliate furiously: "Don't tell me you want me to walk out of here like this?"

Chang Che gave her your casual look, Qiongying was so angry that she gritted her teeth, and couldn't help but accuse him of the crime: "Who tore off my clothes!!!"

"If you want me to help you..." In the middle of his words, he walked to the left of the bathtub, opened a drawer, took out a brand new navy blue bathrobe from it, and walked slowly towards her.

His eyes fell condescendingly, and his voice implied a trace of evil, and he continued: "Please!"

Fu Qiongying closed her eyes: "I don't wear your clothes!"

"Then don't wear anything."

Chang Che flung out a word, put the bathrobe by the bathtub, ignored her gnashing of teeth, turned around and walked out slowly.

Fu Qiongying gritted her teeth, and when she saw him walk out, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and slapped the water with her palm bitterly.

Not seeing each other for two years, she actually let herself fall into such a passive situation.

Who's going to wear his bathrobe?

Kill her without wearing it!

No matter how many times she wore his bathrobe in the past, it was all in the past. Now that time has changed, those pasts are nothing but a slapped dream that has long been shattered into powder.

In the end, Qiongying came out still wrapped in the sheet, wrapping her long and abrupt figure, Qiongying didn't realize that she was like a delicate mermaid.

Chang Che sat on a black leather sofa, glanced at her briefly, then looked away, and looked at the home theater leisurely.

This nearly 150-square-meter living room doesn't have too many cumbersome furnishings.

The simple meals were placed on a long table, and the faint aroma of the dishes filled the nostrils. When Qiongying saw that there was something to eat, she walked over and sat down to eat without waiting for the host's invitation.

In the living room, it was eerily quiet.

Qiongying only cared about filling her stomach. When someone came to her side, the peaceful atmosphere was broken. Qiongying and Chang Che said in unison:

"Where did you send my classmates?"

"What's with the tattoo on the back?"

Chang Che narrowed his eyes, peeled off her wet hair, and lightly knit his fingers to the skin on her back, where there was a tattoo that looked amazing.

It was indeed pretty, but all he could think about was, when the tattoo was tattooed, would it hurt her?

It was a beautiful tattoo of "I hate you" in ten languages, and there was a line of small characters that he didn't recognize in the middle.

Chang Che squinted his eyes. When she was asleep, she turned sideways. He only glanced roughly and didn't take a closer look. Now when he looked carefully, he discovered the small words on the tattoo.

His icy fingertips slid across the line of small words, paused, tossed and lingered, and could feel the lovely trembling reaction of her tight back: "What do these words mean?"

"Do not touch me!"

Qiongying knocked off his hand in disgust, but instead of knocking off his hand, he grabbed his wrist instead, and a glint of gloom flashed in Chang Che's drooping eyes.

"If you don't say anything, I'll have someone wash off your tattoos tomorrow."

"What right do you have to do this?" Fu Qiongying sneered, shook off his hand violently, pushed the bowl and spoon in her hand, and lost her appetite to eat.

She was anxious to get out of here.