Chapter 27 Can You Think About It Again?
What kind of evil taste does this man have that he actually smashed the wall of the bathroom and replaced it with a full glass curtain wall?
Although there is water mist in the middle of the double-glazed glass, what can it cover?
Standing in the bathroom, she could vaguely see Shen Zhiyu walking back and forth outside.
but,
It’s pretty good looking too.
Driven by curiosity, Zhou Yunjie walked to the curtain wall and pointed his finger at it. After making sure that the wall could not see this side, he took off his clothes and took a peaceful shower.
Shen Zhiyu sat in front of the island counter, glanced at the hazy figure behind the water curtain, raised his head and drank a glass of wine, his eyes gradually darkening.
My throat feels tight and my body feels a little hot.
He got up and opened the kitchen window. The raindrops hitting his face were carried into the house by the wind and fell on his hands.
I glanced at the raindrops that accidentally fell on the back of my hand, and with a light twist of my fingertips, the moisture gradually disappeared into my hand.
…
Her underwear was too wet to wear, so Zhou Yunjie put on the white T-shirt that Shen Zhiyu gave her.
He put on the empty clothes, and the two lumps on his chest trembled twice.
Fortunately, I still had his suit jacket. Although it was wet, it should be enough to cover me up and get home.
There was nothing she could do with her lower body, so she had to pull on her wet panties, then his trousers, wring out the soaked underwear, and casually put it in the pocket of her suit jacket.
The trouser legs were rolled up several times and the waistband was loose. I had to hold down the waistband with my hands to prevent the trousers from falling down.
She moved out barefoot and looked at the man drinking at the island counter. "Do you have a belt?"
The man narrowed his eyes and looked at her for a while, but did not move.
The burning gaze made him feel uncomfortable. Zhou Yunjie moved his toes nervously, and his fingers clenched around his waist became numb.
After a while, the man moved and walked straight towards her.
The tipsy man had a hint of drunkenness in his eyes, and looked a little more lazy than when he was sober.
Zhou Yunjie looked at him carefully for a moment and found that Shen Zhiyu was quite good-looking.
At least among the men she had met, he was good-looking.
A tall dark shadow loomed in front of her, and the way he looked at her became more focused.
Zhou Yunjie lowered his eyes to look at his feet, swallowed uneasily, and took a step back.
The next second,
I heard the man's low voice, "The floor is so dirty after being stepped on, wipe it dry before you go!"
…
Ten minutes later.
Zhou Yunjie tied a pink ribbon that Shen Zhiyu had found from somewhere, squatted on the ground with a tissue, and wiped the floor that he had wetted bit by bit.
That's it.
Tired and out of breath, she looked up at the stairs leading to the second floor, cursed Shen Zhiyu in her heart, and then called out, "Mr. Shen?"
Just now, Shen Zhiyu threw down the ribbon and went upstairs.
She is leaving now, so it is only right that she say goodbye.
But no matter how much she shouted, there was no movement upstairs.
Probably fell asleep.
After tossing and turning all night, she was very sleepy.
He yawned, walked quietly to the door, took his umbrella, pushed the door open and left.
…
On the balcony of the master bedroom on the second floor.
The man sat on the recliner, looking at the figure walking away downstairs in a daze.
A pair of wet eyes flashed before my eyes, and my chest trembled slightly...
The phone screen at hand suddenly lit up.
On the screen was the message Zhou Yunjie had just sent.
"Mr. Shen, I'd like to borrow your umbrella. I'll return it to you someday along with my clothes. Also... could you please reconsider what I mentioned tonight?"
Behind the text is a little human head pleading.
Shen Zhiyu watched for a moment, then exited and turned off the screen.
Close your eyes.
Suddenly, a pair of white toes curled up on the floor appeared in my mind, with a hint of crimson on the fingertips.
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