When did this woman become such a monster?
Wu Wei, was he the one who trained her to be so flirtatious?
When he thought of this possibility, his eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Tell me, who are you?" He looked at her coldly as he asked with an emotionless tone.
"Congratulations …" "She Meixin …" She felt so uncomfortable. She really wanted to hug him …
"All these years, who have you been with?" He ignored her tightly knitted brows and her restless little hands that were caressing him as they continued to ask questions.
Huo Jiu was also stunned. This woman, did she have to be this hungry and thirsty?
The hand holding her chin loosened slightly, and He Mei's heart began to race into her embrace. She dove into the warmth of Huo Jiu's embrace, her hands on his shoulders, her face rubbing against his chest nonstop. The deeper she went, the hotter her body became.
He grabbed her little face with his big hands and saw that she was looking at him with her big watery eyes. Her eyes were cloudy and her cheeks had an unnatural red blush, like a pink apple. She looked especially alluring.
He was wearing a relatively close-fitting 'A' skirt, typical office worker attire. Previously, when he went to the hospital, Wu Wei didn't let her go home to change clothes. As a result, she was still wearing formal attire, but his demeanor was nothing like a lady's.
As long as a woman came to his doorstep, he wouldn't refuse any of her gifts. He had an urge to put her on the spot, and she easily provoked the flames of anger in his heart. Then, she would look at him with an innocent and distant expression, as if everything was not her fault.
"So uncomfortable …" Save… "Save me …" she asked, kissing him.
"Save you, okay?" Hearing that, Xie Mei smiled, got up, directly grabbed her from the sofa and dragged her to the bathroom.
Before She Meixin could understand what was going on, she suddenly felt a cold sensation spread throughout her body, waking her up in an instant.
"Ah …" He Meixin's scream was accompanied by the sound of flowing water, causing the entire bathroom to be bustling with noise and excitement.
"You're the one who asked me to save you. Why are you so shocked now? Or do you think I'm not what you want me to save you in this way? " Huo Jiujiu gave her an evil look. Her drenched clothes stuck tightly to her body, perfectly exposing her curvaceous body in front of him, causing his throat to tighten. He was actually regretting using such a method to save her.
"Get out, get out …" She Meixin was already so embarrassed that she felt ashamed. When she finally reacted, she quickly jumped out of the bathtub and reached out her hand to push him out.
Yes, she pushed him, she pushed him away again.
However, he wasn't going to let her succeed this time. He had yet to take revenge for pushing him away last time.
"You seem to have gotten the situation wrong. This is my house, and you're telling me to get out. Don't you think that's funny?" He folded his arms across his chest and watched her stand in front of him, awkward, her shoulders leaning against the bathroom door, her posture composed.
"You … This… "I …" Hearing his words, She Meixin finally realized that this was a foreign place. She was momentarily at a loss for words, not knowing what to say. After a moment of hesitation, she asked, "Do you have dry clothes here? I want to change. " In fact, she was cold, very cold.
"Nope." Without the slightest hesitation, he said, "Even if there is, I won't trade with you. You push me, you rebel, you arrogant."
"There's a dryer here. You can think about wrapping up a towel and throwing your clothes in the dryer to dry." This was the best suggestion he could give her. He really wanted to see how she would act so arrogantly in front of him with a towel wrapped around her.
Alright, He Meiming's heart was at a loss for a moment before she raised her hand in surrender. She had come to a compromise.
At this moment, what face and what dignity? She had become a floating cloud in the sky and was drifting away with the wind. She only knew that she was very cold. She was truly very cold.
She saw Huojiao sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding the remote control of the big-screen TV, staring unblinkingly at the TV, which was playing an ad so blissfully.
"Then… That… "May I ask where the dryer is?" She lightly walked behind him and weakly asked.
Instead of answering his question, he impatiently pointed to the other side of the living room. Without hesitating, He Mei Xin quickly walked over.
Following the back hallway of the living room, she soon saw the laundry room. Walking barefooted on that snow-white polished floor, it was unusually bright and crystal clear, chilling to the heart.