Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

Her body shakes and mechanically repeats his words: "I can cook for you, wash clothes and serve you, but..."

She frowned and continued, "I want to see my father in the hospital every day. I still want to find a job, can I?"

He looked at her with a little playfulness, put his hand on her beautiful neck, and after a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke slowly: "don't think about looking for a job, as for seeing your father... As long as you serve me well, I can give you two hours of freedom every day."

She slowly raised her eyes and asked, "what do you want me to do?"

"What? Do you want me to teach you this? " His brow a twist, evil smile voice, bite her small earlobe, her body can't help numb a shock.

His hand went through her coat and sweater and touched her delicate skin. He leaned up along her skin, and the wipe on his chest was soft, small and firm.

Her body trembled and she couldn't help struggling.

His Mou color is a dark: "is this how you serve a man?"

He let go of her and looked at her confused eyes with a smile: "let's take a bath first."

He quickly removed the beige sweater he was wearing outside, and inside was a white shirt. He untied a few buttons, and then looked at the dull pestle in the side of the woman, hook hook fingers: "come, you come to serve me."

She looked at him with wide eyes, but the edge of her eyes gradually faded when she thought of her father who was pinched in the palm of his hand.

Step by step, she came up to him, closed her eyes, took a breath, reached out and unbuttoned his shirt. Finally, all the buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his bronzed sexy skin.

Her movements stopped. She really didn't have the courage to go on. But he spit out two words coldly: "continue."

She clenched her fist, but still did not dare to disobey him. Finally, he appeared in front of her. Her face was as red as wine, her eyes were so flustered that she didn't know where to hide.

But he bullied her forward, raised her jaw, forced her to look directly at him, with a sarcastic smile: "at this time, still can't let go? How can you do a good job as a mistress? "

He no longer gave her a chance to breathe, so he took off her clothes. His breathing became heavy. He went over, picked her up, and went to the bathroom.

He put her into the large Jacuzzi, but there was no water in the bathtub. The cold white porcelain was close to her skin. In such a winter, even if there was a big heating in the room, it was still cold and hopelessly cold.

Shame and cold made her shiver. She shrank in the bathtub, weak as a flower swept by the wind and rain. His eyes were soft for a moment. He opened the shower, and the warm water came down from the gap of the shower and caressed her body warm.

His fingertips were ironed on her skin with the water, and the feeling was even gentle.

His fingertips, from her face, to her jaw, to her neck, and then the clavicle... For the first time, she was teased by a man in such a situation. She could feel a sense of humiliation in her body.

The bathtub has been filled with warm water. He threw the shower aside and quickly jumped into the bathtub. His dark eyes were full of enthusiasm and heat. He hugged her tightly and his body was close to hers.