Chapter 289: Bumping into each other

Song Cun was caught off guard. The moment she turned her head to look over, she heard a loud "bang" from somewhere, and her whole body was blown to pieces.

She quickly turned her head back, but could feel the man's footsteps gradually approaching. He was only wearing a pink bath towel around his waist. The towel was too narrow and could only cover the important parts of his lower body. The man's sturdy figure was exposed in her inadvertent glance just now.

The rain outside was getting heavier, and the raindrops hit the window glass, making a "crackling" sound, like the intense drumbeats hitting every inch of Song Cun's sensitive nerves.

Song Cun had never been in a relationship, and it was the first time he saw an adult man without clothes after taking a shower.

In fact, she only took a glance, less than a second, and only got a rough outline. She didn't know why the man's body suddenly seemed to be enlarged after taking off his clothes, and he looked so strong and powerful.

She felt inexplicably uneasy, as if a restless factor had suddenly entered her blood. She had to try hard to control herself in order to maintain her superficial stability.

"Your clothes aren't dry yet. Let me dry them for you. Are you cold? I'll find a blanket to cover you."

She lowered her head and stood up from the chair in a panic. The chair legs rubbed against the tiles, making a "sizzling" sound.

She moved too hastily and didn't expect that he had walked behind her. She turned her head and bumped into a solid "wall" filled with water vapor. The man who had just taken a shower smelled particularly good. The milky scent of shower gel was wrapped in the man's sharp breath. She was stiff for a few seconds and bounced away half a beat late.

"sorry."

She was completely panic-stricken.

He stretched out his hands to hold her arms, his dark eyes flickering across her clear face.

She had already taken off her damp coat and was now only wearing a soft white base shirt and a pair of loose pajamas. She was not sexy at all, but she looked so soft, as if she had let down her guard against him, and was as gentle as an innocent little white rabbit.

Only he himself knows how hungry this evil wolf is at this moment.

He cleared his throat, lowered his voice, and kindly reminded her beside her: "Slow down."

She turned and walked quickly into the bedroom and escaped.

"No need to take it, I'm not cold."

He pressed the tip of his tongue against the soft flesh on her cheek, glanced at her hurriedly leaving back, paused for two seconds, and followed her in.

With a heart beating wildly, Song Cun rummaged through the closet to find a summer blanket. She picked up the blanket and turned around.

It was just that the room was too small, and the door was behind the wardrobe. As he was walking in, she bumped into him again.

The man's breath was extremely oppressive and immediately covered her completely. What she saw was his strong chest muscles. His skin was very white, but the lines were cold and hard, revealing a sense of surging power. Song Cun's cheeks turned red.

The air seemed to stagnate suddenly. Besides the increasingly intense sound of rain outside the window, the clear and amplified breathing sounds of the two people could be heard.

Liang Zhouheng no longer suppressed himself, and his breathing, filled with a strong desire to conquer, became louder and louder, heavier and faster.

Song Cun, who was inexperienced in matters between men and women, did not clearly understand what this sound implied. She only knew that her heart was about to jump out of her chest.