Lucky to Have You Till the End

Tang Xinyan ran to the bathroom door and heard the pattering sound of water inside. She stroked her temples, feeling that this picture was inexplicably familiar.

She seems to have seen it somewhere.

Shaking her head, she turned around angrily.

After entering the bedroom, she took out from the cabinet a set of shirts and trousers that she had bought at the mall not long ago, but had not had time to give Fu Sichen.

Fu Sichen was one or two centimeters shorter than him, but he was about the same size and should fit him well.

Tang Xinyan walked to the bathroom with her underwear. She knocked on the door, her face was not so good, and she said, "The clothes you want."

"Come in!"

Tang Xinyan twitched the corners of her mouth, "This gentleman, I have to remind you that we two are not familiar enough yet!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the bathroom door was opened from inside.

The man wearing a bath towel stood at the door with a heavy expression.

Tang Xinyan saw his sharp, firm and sturdy chest, flat abdomen with six pack abs, and **** mermaid line under the bath towel, her ears quickly turned flush.

The towel around the man’s waist was tied a little bit low and looked dangerous, as if it was about to fall off at any time.

The bath towel he wore was hers. It was small in size. Although it was not transparent, it was tightly attached and could clearly outline the contours that she did not dare to look directly at.

Tang Xinyan quickly threw the clothes in his hands into his arms, and when he ran away, he blushed and said, "Shameless!"

Mo Chiwei stared at her distant figure, his thin lips aroused with interest.

She seems to have forgotten that she was in the western restaurant before and she shook her hand directly.

Tang Xinyan was sitting on the sofa, holding the pillow in her hands, the heart in her chest still plopping.

The man looked ascetic and indifferent, but he didn't expect a shameless rascal in his bones.

Her bath towel...

After being tied by him like that, can she still want it?

Tang Xinyan touched her hot face that seemed to have a high fever. She reminded herself to stay calm, just as if she hadn't seen anything just now.

Well, indeed, I didn't see anything.

But in the restroom of the western restaurant--

Shaking her head, she must forget the indecent picture, all of it!

After a while, Mo Chiwei came out wearing a white shirt and black trousers.

Little drops of water are still dripping on the short black hair, dripping down Yingting's face to the **** jaw.

"Are there any clean towels?" the deep, textured voice sounded.

Tang Xinyan raised her head, she looked at him with no good expression, "You have put on clean clothes, can you go back?"

"towel."

Tang Xinyan looked at his incapable beak expression, clenched her small hands into fists, and stared at him for a few seconds with her sullen face.

In the end, he was defeated by his strong and cold aura.

She took a clean towel from the bedroom and waited for him to wipe off the water droplets on his hair. She spoke again, "Sir..."

He interrupted her in a cold and low voice, "Fourth Brother, or Chi Wei."

Tang Xinyan, "What?"

"My last name is Mo, and my name is Chi Wei. You can call me Fourth Brother, or Chi Wei." He pursed his thin lips slightly, and looked at her silently with his dark eyes, "I'm not sir."

Tang Xinyan curled her lips, "Don't you call your husband a lady..." Seeing his face changed suddenly, she touched her nose, "I'm not familiar with you, why should I call you Fourth Brother or Chi Wei?"

Mo Chiwei narrowed his dark and dangerous eyes, "Unfamiliar? In your concept, what is familiar?"