Wife Pursuit Order No. 1

Chapter 263 Why Are You Undressing?

Xia Weilan followed behind him and asked curiously, "What are you looking for?"

"Look for a tie, shirt, razor or something."

"How could my house have those things..." Xia Weiran rolled her eyes: "They are all for men."

Lu Qianchen turned around and stared at Xia Weilan for a second, with a deep light flashing in his eyes: "Fortunately there is no, otherwise, I would have stripped you tonight."

"Hey...Lu Qianchen!" Xia Weilan became depressed, as if he was a husband who came home from a business trip to check on the post, and came here immediately to arrest and rape him.

Lu Qianchen ignored her, flipped through the drawer, and took out a brand new bath towel from it. Then, he took off his shirt and started to pick up his belt.

Seeing this scene, Xia Weilan almost bit off her own tongue. Thinking of what he said just now, 'I must peel you off', Xia Weilan couldn't help shivering, and even stuttered when she spoke. .

"Lu, Lu, Lu Qianchen...why are you taking off your clothes? This is my home, not a place for you to play tricks or play tricks!"

"Playing hooligans?" Lu Qianchen raised his eyebrows and walked towards her.

At this time, he had unbuttoned all the buttons of his shirt. His perfect body proportions, broad shoulders and narrow waist, and perfect six-pack abdominal muscles, seemed to be an outstanding sculpture of exquisite craftsmanship; his belt was also pulled out a little bit. The custom-made platinum buckle is bright and dazzling.

In the bathroom, there was obviously no hot water, but Xia Weiran could already feel the mist steaming.

As Lu Qianchen approached step by step, she seemed to have the illusion of a 'moving male hormone secretor'.

Lu Qianchen was only half a meter away from her, stopped in his tracks, put one hand on the door frame, and stared at her with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

"Miran, as you said, I've been tired all day and night, and now I want to take a shower and sleep..."

"As for the jokes, hooligans, if you really can't wait, then I'll try to maintain some energy and satisfy you."

Saying that, Lu Qianchen really leaned forward, getting close to Xia Weiran's body.

Feeling the temperature from his body, Xia Weilan stretched out her hand in fright and put it against his shoulder. She tilted her head, and her pretty face was already flushed because of his approach.

She bit her lip and retorted, "You know that's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?" Lu Qianchen seems to enjoy this kind of "wolf force the sheep" game, especially seeing her shame and anger, constantly biting his lips, Lu Qianchen really wants to replace her and peck her. Look at that moist red lips.

Unable to bear it, he pinched her chin, bringing her small face closer to him: "Or, let me teach you by example, what do you mean by 'playing, rascal, rascal'?"

Xia Weiran's head exploded with a bang, and his brain circuit was blanked by his provocative movements.

She opened her mouth, wanting to refute something, but the posture of the two of them was too ambiguous.

She was wearing a nightgown, and he had his shirt open.

In words and deeds, there is a provocative atmosphere.

Xia Weilan knew that if he continued, he must be the one who suffered the loss. Even if he managed to win a round, if he got caught in the fire, it would not be as simple as refuting a few sentences.

(End of this chapter)