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Chapter 41 Coexisting in the same room

Standing under the shower, Xia Qing rubbed her body over and over again. The water-soaked skin was as clean as dew, but red marks had already appeared on her fair skin.

At the age of 20, there is a silent charm in her pure bones, no wonder Xia Chenggang always pays attention to her.

The girl in the enveloping heat is as pure and beautiful as a water lily that emerges from the mud without being stained.

After taking a shower, the problem came again!Because Ji Xiangyang only handed her a bathrobe, nothing else.

Ji Xiangyang came down after taking a shower upstairs and blowing his hair. The man was holding the hair dryer but the woman inside didn't come out for a long time, and he sat patiently on the sofa and waited for a while, but the woman still didn't come out.

Seeing that there was no sound of water in the bathroom, Ji Xiangyang realized something was wrong, "Is it in?" He knocked on the door of the bathroom.

Xia Qing inside wrapped her nightgown around her body, but she didn't wear anything underneath. His bathrobe on her body was like wearing an oversized white coat for her. She tightened the belt around her waist It was tied tightly around the waist, but it was still too big.

"Yes." She answered with her nightgown, and then walked to the door of the bathroom and opened it.

As soon as she opened the door, a magnified handsome face appeared in front of her eyes. The man's jet-black broken hair spread flatly on his full forehead, jet-black handsome sword-shaped eyebrows, a pair of bright starry eyes, a handsome nose bridge, and a handsome thin face. Xia Qing's heart throbbed suddenly when he saw Ji Xiangyang at the door.

She stepped back in fright.

Ji Xiangyang leaned over and looked at her carefully, "What are you doing?"

Xia Qing met her eyes and shook her head. Ji Xiangyang was helpless when facing her who was silent, her wet hair was curled up in circles with elastic bands, and she had a special charm in her clothes, but the snow-white A scratch on her cheek was in stark contrast to her fair skin.

"What happened to your face?"

"No, it's okay!" Xia Qing hurriedly walked from her side to the sofa in the hall.

It was already 2 or 3 o'clock in the middle of the night, and the faint fragrance of each other lingered around, Xia Qing didn't dare to look at him, so she could only bury her head and blow dry her hair, while Ji Xiangyang on the side kept staring at her.

This made Xia Qing's movements more and more cautious.

His gaze became deeper and deeper, making Xia Qing feel more and more scared. Her hands were even trembling, and finally the hair dryer in her hand fell to the ground with a slap, "Yes, I'm sorry." She stood up in a panic. Get up and pick up the hair dryer on the ground.

Ji Xiangyang leaned over and grabbed her arm.

She is ignorant of the world, and besides Huo Ting, she has never been in the same room with a strange man. She has seen Ji Xiangyang's gaze in Huo Ting's eyes before.

(End of this chapter)