The General’s Beloved Wife: Shame on You, Sweetheart

  Zhan Mu Qian's gaze was very deep, and he did not evade.

   Straightforwardly and without temperature, it swept down on the girl's body, Ying Bai Ruyu.

  Mianmian held a bath towel in her hand, but she still had time to wipe off the drops of water on her body in the future.

  She was stunned for a while, and she only felt in a daze.

  Zhan Muqian...should not be here.

  He is the president, and it is unreasonable and unreasonable to come to the guest house where he lives.

  What's more, everyone knows that he and his new favorite Jing Shengxiao are the time of love.

  The taste of affection, cotton is not unexperienced, two people will want to be stuck together all the time.

  How could he have time to come to the auxiliary house.

  He shouldn't have come at all.

   However, it took Mianmian a few seconds to recover.

The state of trance and uncertainty was quickly replaced by panic.

  She didn't care to dry her body, so she wrapped herself in a bath towel in a panic, her eyes evasively reluctant to look at him, but she lowered her head to confirm that her body was wrapped in good condition, and that no place was exposed that shouldn't be exposed.

  …………

  When Mianmian raised her head again, the man's expressionless face met her eyes.

  There is no expression on his face, but his eyes are deep and a little crippled.

  This state of him is not like when he is in a good mood.

  Although she confirmed that she did not do anything to provoke him, Mianmian doesn’t know if anyone else provokes him...

  Mianmian felt a little dizzy.

  I don’t know if it is because the bathroom was too hot and humid, or the arrival of an uninvited guest forced the air pressure in this place very low.

  In short, she is very uncomfortable.

   lowered his eyes slightly, and said quietly: "How could you..."

  However, she did not have the opportunity to say a complete sentence. The man standing on the spot suddenly took his long legs and walked straight towards her.

  Mianmian was very flustered.

  Zhan Mu Qian came fiercely, like a scourge, obviously uneasy and kind.

  She has no way of predicting what he is going to do.

   just afraid.

  Unending fear.

  She is helpless.

  Mianmian could only retreat in small steps while holding the bath towel. As Zhan Muqian's breath was getting closer, she couldn't help but trot a few steps.

  However, Zhan Muqian approached her faster and forced her into a corner to the side.

  Long arms stretched out, confining her petite body to the cramped space.

  Mianmian had no time to react, but he waved a big hand and directly tore off the bath towel she was covering on her body.

  The voice is as cold as an ice cellar——

   "What are you running, can you run?"

  Mianmian avoided his sight helplessly, and could only shrink herself in a small area for fear that he would touch her.

Behind    is a cold tile, she endures the cold and can only stick it up as much as possible.

  Zhan Mu Qian chuckled coldly with the corners of his lips curled up.

  There was an indescribable irony in her glance.

  His gaze gradually moved down from her flustered little face, and fell on her delicate white nephrite.

  Cotton covered his hands and was directly torn apart by him.

  Instead, his hands were covered...

   "It seems that your injury is really good, do you still hurt, huh?"

  Mianmian looked at the corner of his lips with a seeming smile, and saw the gloomy chill in his eyes.

  She ignored the shame, her lips couldn't help but tremble.

   "You... Didn't you say that you let me go?"

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