Following Meng Fanxue's instructions, Lin Xiao put the person into the bathtub.
The bathtub was filled with hot water, which also wet Lin Xiao's arms.
Meng Fanxue was both shy and distressed for him, and quickly said, "Alright, go find Aunt Zhao now and have her take you to the bathroom in the guest room to take a shower."
"Have her get you a set of clothes that my dad never wore."
Lin Xiao nodded, "Thank you, President Fan."
Then he turned around, opened his eyes, and strode away.
A gloomy air hung over his clear, bright eyes, and the smooth, soft texture of his hands still lingered on them.
A lingering scent of roses still lingered around my nose.
Damn it.
What's wrong with these women?
Why do I have to provoke him like this?
Is this how you test the moral resolve of veteran cadres?
Do you really think he's completely safe?
If he ever loses his temper, he'll eventually let them know that the power of a volcanic eruption is something they can't withstand.
Aunt Zhao waited in the living room for Lin Xiao to come out.
Her heart was pounding with anxiety; she was worried that if she went too far and caused someone's death, the master would be furious.
Seeing Lin Xiao come out, Zhao Ma finally felt relieved.
She hurried over, pretending nothing had happened, and said with a smile, "Mr. Lin, let me take you to the guest room to take a shower."
Lin Xiaomo glanced at Zhao Ma with his dark eyes, said nothing, and only gave a faint "hmm".
Feeling a little guilty, Zhao Ma spoke more quietly, continuing, "Master rarely stays here. You can wear his clothes. They're all washed and very clean. Master has never worn them."
"Um."
A moment later, Lin Xiao was taking a shower under the showerhead.
He rubbed his face vigorously, having broken free from the erotic atmosphere he had just been in.
Fake.
They're all fake.
Don't take it seriously.
That would be truly foolish.
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