Song Wanwan was huddled on a small stool with someone else, wanting to cover himself with a towel but also wanting to block it with his hands.
But I can't make big movements with my hands.
For a moment, it was neither this nor that.
Song Wanwan wished he could disappear underground, praying in his heart that the man would not come over soon.
But things went against her wishes, and before she could finish her words, Rong Luchi had already walked to her side.
The shadow cast by the man's tall body just covered half of her body.
"Why are you panicking? What part of you haven't I seen before? Huh?"
Rong Luchi bent down and took the wet towel from her hand.
Leaning forward, his suit pants touched Song Wanwan's back.
Song Wanwan trembled all over and shrank even tighter.
What is going on!
Seeing her shameful and angry look that made her unable to raise her head, Rong Luchi chuckled softly.
"Are you shy? This is not you."
"Get out! I'll be done in a moment!" Song Wanwan lay on his knees and said fiercely.
Rong Luchi not only didn't leave, but acted as if he didn't understand what was said.
Wring out the towel and place it on the edge of the tub.
"Sit still, I'll wash you. Your head is all foamy."
"Oh, I've already washed it, I just need to rinse it later."
Song Wanwan was shy and a little angry: "Get out quickly."
Rong Luchi bent down, held her shoulders with both hands and helped her sit up straight.
When the warm palm with water droplets covered his shoulder, Song Wanwan still resisted a little.
He is a man with great strength.
"You're the first woman who lets me bathe and wash my hair myself."
"You are the first man who can wash my hair and bathe me!"
"Heh—" Rong Luchi sneered softly, "Sharp-tongued."
Just as she sat up straight, she saw that he seemed to really want to wash her hair, so she bent down again embarrassedly.
Rong Luchi directly held her shoulders and didn't let her move.
"If you're not honest, it won't be as simple as just taking a bath." The clear and deep voice was a bit obscure.
Song Wanwan: "..."
"Then hurry up, I'm a little cold." Song Wanwan made an excuse.
"You're cold. Do you want me to warm you up a little and make you sweat?"
Under the man's delicate profile, a pair of dark eyes stared at her fair back, and his voice was a little hoarse.
Song Wanwan was so embarrassed that she dug her toes into the ground, her eyes wandering around, and her voice became inexplicably stammered: "Are you a beast? I'm hurt."
"You can just lie back and enjoy it. You don't have to use your hands or feet."
“…”
"Forget it, just forget what I said. Hurry up and wash up. I'm hungry!"
Song Wanwan was really afraid of this man.
She was already injured, and if she continued to suffer further, he would suffer even more.
I may have to stay in the hospital for two more days.
"Okay, be good and I'll wash it faster." Rong Luchi gathered her long hair together and rubbed it slowly while washing it.
Song Wanwan felt a little unnatural at first.
Gradually relax your tense body and start to enjoy it slowly.
Having this domineering boss serve me personally is quite fulfilling.
Just a little reserved.
After washing his hair, Rong Luchi applied shower gel on Song Wanwan's back.
The little woman, who seemed to be enjoying it just now, immediately started to feel uncomfortable again.
"Hurry up, I'm ticklish!"
Song Wanwan is ticklish, and Rong Luchi knows that.
This fair and soft body is like a treasure, which makes him unable to stop every time.
As his fingers traced down the foam, Song Wanwan bit his lips tightly and groaned.
Rong Luchi's black eyes became deeper and deeper, as if there was fire in the depths of his eyes.
But thinking that her injury had not yet healed, he quickly washed her and wrapped her in a bath towel.
It takes seven or eight minutes to wash your hair, and barely two minutes to take a shower.
The man didn't dare to wash her deeply, so he rubbed her back and moved quickly on the rest of her body.
When Song Wanwan was wrapped like a silkworm, his body felt lighter and he was carried to sit on the sink.
Only then did he notice that the man in front of him had sweat on his forehead and his expression didn't seem as cold and indifferent as before.
"You're shy even when you're talking about me, hahaha, I didn't expect you to be shy too."
He didn't dare to look up at him. Song Wanwan noticed that his face and ears were unusually red.
You teased me like that just now, and now you're getting hurt.
Rong Luchi raised his eyes and looked at her lively smiling eyes, with a hint of danger in his eyes.
"shy?"
Song Wanwan nodded: "Yeah, you blushed."
Song Wanwan was so busy laughing that she didn't feel the dangerous aura from the man at all.
"I'm not blushing..." Rong Luchi placed his hands on the sink on both sides of her, leaning over to look at her seriously.
The distance was very close, and the atmosphere was even more ambiguous than before.
"I'm hot, my whole body is dry...hot." The man's low voice was a little hoarse. He leaned in front of her, with a long tail tone, revealing a feeling of sweetness and desire.
Song Wanwan was stunned, and his whole body tensed up as he looked at her eyes that could melt him.
Her skin was already thin, and she would blush at the slightest bit of shyness. Moreover, he had just asked her to wash her body. When he teased her at this time, her face was so hot that it could cook a shrimp.
She didn't dare to blink, and her clear and bright cat eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist. She looked at him timidly, but her eyes seemed moist, and ripples of water were reflected in her almond-shaped eyes.
It makes people willingly soften in her watery water.
Rong Luchi took a deep breath, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.
"Well...your clothes are all wet. I'll go out and you take a shower." Song Wanwan lowered her head and didn't dare to look into his eyes that made her sink into him.
Rong Luchi lifted her chin with his bony fingers and kissed her.
Song Wanwan was still guessing what he was thinking, when the next moment, the man held the back of her head and kissed her harder: "I'll have them bring dinner, you eat something first to fill your stomach."
“Hmm…”
Song Wanwan's heart tightened, and her breathing was entangled by him, and she was already disordered: "No, I'm hungry."
Song Wanwan panicked.
"I'm hungry too."
His words were obscure and he kissed her deeply. He always felt that the kiss was not enough and he wanted to rub the little girl into his bones and blood.
…
Those who said they would just eat something to fill their stomachs were all lying.
This man really doesn't leave any room for maneuver when he wants to get up.
Tired and hungry...Originally, it was just that my limbs couldn't move.
Now it's hard to even open my eyes.
"Rong Luchi, your steadiness is all fake."
In the bathroom, after Song Wanwan took another bath, Rong Luchi wiped her body and helped her put on her clothes.
She was like a soft little kitten and just let him do what he wanted.
I can't control it and I'm too lazy to control it.
She scolded him in a soft, baby voice, scratching his heart like a cat. Rong Luchi smiled dotingly: "Do you think I was too restrained just now? Hmm?"
Song Wanwan's little body trembled, and she simply shut up.
No matter how aloof and restrained this man is in front of others, he is just... a rogue in front of her.
Still a high-level hooligan.
It's full of suggestion and makes people imagine a lot, but they are no match for him.
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