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In the bedroom, it was so quiet that there was only the sound of water.

Shang Jing half sat on the bed. Because he had too many injuries, he didn't hinder his bath for the time being. He only went through a simple cleaning.

At the moment, he hung his eyes, wore loose pajamas and pajamas, and held a book in his hand.

The sound of water flowing in his ear disrupted the calm rhythm of his heart. As for his attention, it was transferred from the contents of the book as early as the sound of water sounded.

The fingertips that fell on the books were subconsciously pinched.

Under the slender eyelashes, a pair of amber pupils flickered, and the light thin lips pursed slightly.

Somehow, it was cool and dry autumn, but he felt particularly hot.

He looked away from the book, looked down the source of the sound, and saw the corners of a dress.

Her dress was still stained with his blood.

In fact, he didn't know that all his words were an excuse for Wen Zhou to stay in the villa, but even so, he still wanted to spoil her unconditionally and meet her ideas at any time.

In the bathroom.

After taking a bath, Wen Zhou took a towel and wrapped it around his slim and slim body.

Then she wrapped her long wet hair neatly.

In order to avoid getting water from the treated wound, she still limped.

Holding the towel on his head, Wen Zhou stepped barefoot on the dust-free floor and slowly walked out of the bathroom.

She stood aside with clear eyes. After taking a bath, she was wet and smelled of bath milk.

Shang Jing's fingertips fell on the book with strength, leaving folds on them.

He knew she was looking at herself.

Seeing this, Wen Zhou had to approach. She went to Shang Jing and grabbed the book in his hand. Then she noticed that Shang Jing had a hint of crimson ears.

He's not shy, is he?

Wen Zhou approached curiously, reached out and touched his red ear tip. As a result, he found that Shang Jing's ear tip was more ruddy.

In the end, the tip of his ear was more like a drop of blood, gorgeous and dazzling.

I'm so shy.

In this situation, she should be shy, right?

Her soft, greasy fingers tickled his heart.

Shang Jing's eyes flashed slightly, raised her hand to avoid Wen Zhouzhou's actions, and could not continue to pretend to ignore her existence. He had to look at Zhou Zhou's eyes above helplessly.

At this sight, I noticed her beautiful slender neck and exposed greasy white skin.

And her skin is still stained with transparent beads of water.

Her wet hair is not all wrapped in the towel on her head, but part of it fits on her gentle and quiet cheeks.

The wisps of hair are wet with water meaning. The water meaning gathers together and becomes water droplets, flowing down from the hair.

The crystal clear water drops flowed all the way through the skin of her cheeks, hung on her chin, and then slid all the way from her chin to her beautiful neck.

Finally, she was trapped in her beautiful and sexy clavicle nest.

When Shang Jing breathed hot, he raised his fingers and wiped the drops of water off her cheeks.

Wen Zhou didn't resist his approach. Anyway, no matter how much intimate contact happened to them.

Now it's just a little ambiguous, not enough to make her shy.

While he was wiping the water drops for her, Wen Zhou was also looking at many wounds that Shang Jing had been treated. Seeing these, her hatred and anger for Su Mingyu and Shang Ye increased.

Soon, Shang Jing's action stopped. He quickly pulled back his fingers like an electric shock, turned his head and stopped looking at her: "there are my clothes in the wardrobe."

Her things, he told the blue housekeeper to pack them all.

Therefore, if Wen Zhouzhou wants to change his pajamas, it is obviously impossible, but he can't let Wen Zhouzhou sleep with him in a bath towel.

The best way is to let her put on his clothes first.

Wen Zhou, with a cry, kept a strange posture and walked all the way to the wardrobe.

She stretched out her hand to open the wardrobe and found that it was full of Shang Jing's daily clothes, as well as some suits and ties that she had to wear on formal occasions.

She glanced around and finally picked out a black sweater from a pile of clothes. She had only one set of personal clothes. She had forgotten to let Yunyi buy clothes before.

Now, Wen Zhou can only wear Shang Jing's personal clothes.

She picked out her clothes and went to the dressing room.

Shang Jing is very tall. His black sweater is worn on her body, which perfectly modifies her slender and symmetrical legs. The pure black color fits her white and greasy skin, making her skin snow-white.

Change your clothes and Wen Zhou returns to the bedroom.

Shang Jing was looking through the book again.

Want to treat her like air in this way?

Wen Zhouzhou went over and snatched the books from his hand again. She pulled off the wet towel on her head and showed her semi dry long hair. Then she pulled Shang Jing's arm and put the hair dryer into his palm.

She tilted her head and smiled with playful eyes: "my hair hasn't dried yet."

In the past, Shang Jing blew her hair.

Since she moved out of the villa and lived alone, she felt something missing every time she washed her hair. Sometimes when she got busy, she directly forgot to blow her hair.

Until now, when she saw Shang Jing, she didn't know what was missing.

In the few months from her contact with Shang Jing to her marriage, she has been used to having Shang Jing around and handing over a lot of life details and trivial things to Shang Jing.

Although she is also trying to forget these, these memories are deeply buried in her bones.

She can't forget.

Shang Jing stared at the hair dryer in his palm for a while, then looked at Wen Zhouzhou, who was already sitting at the edge of the bed waiting for his action, and a soft feeling slipped across his eyes.

It should have been rejected.

But he did.

The slender white fingertips pulled away her wet hair and blew it carefully.

Wen Zhou closed his eyes and tilted his mouth in a satisfying and sweet arc.

She was also afraid that Min Jia and Liyao city would be the final outcome of her and Shang Jing, but as soon as she got up, what happened tonight interrupted her.

Rather than being afraid, she wanted to stand beside Shang Jing and guard him.

His heart is so sensitive and fragile. If he has to bear the harm and malice from the outside world, the world is too unfriendly to him.

Just right, she wanted to be that touch of kindness and warmth that lit up his dark and lonely world.

Perhaps, she still can't forget min Jia's jump from the building, and Shang Jing is still immersed in such a shadow and can't come out. However, she feels that she always needs someone to take the first step between herself and Shang Jing.

With the current state of Shangjing, it is impossible to make that step.

So she came.

The sound of the hair dryer stops.

Wen Zhou looked back at Shang Jing who smoothed her hair. Then she suddenly put her hand around his neck and kissed him without defense.