[Host, if you say that, the Supreme God will cry~]
A handsome man like him isn't even as charming as a toilet.
What kind of aesthetic sense does the host have?!
Rong Shang's face was indifferent, "..."
Luo Nancheng returned just as Rong Shang finished showering and was drying her hair.
I heard he's had a lot of schedules lately, and he's been so busy these past few days that he can't tell day from night.
Actually, Rong Shang sometimes doesn't understand what's wrong with the people in this world.
Is money really that important?
Luo Nancheng has already made so much money, why does he still insist on ruining himself?
And then there's Kim Hee. Now that she's already famous, why does she keep trying to become even more famous?
But then, footsteps sounded behind her. Just as Rong Shang was about to turn around, an arm wrapped around her waist.
"Did you take a shower?"
Luo Nancheng leaned closer and gently kissed the crook of her snow-white neck.
"It smells so good."
Rong Shang was still drying her hair when she felt a cool touch on her skin, and she couldn't help but shrink to the side.
But the next second, her vision brightened as Luo Nancheng took the towel from her head.
Her still-dry hair immediately splashed all over her face. Rong Shang turned her head helplessly to look over, and just as she was about to speak, Luo Nancheng leaned in and kissed her on the lips.
"I'm talking to you."
With one hand gripping her chin, Luo Nancheng stared intently at her.
The woman was only wearing a white bathrobe, the neckline of which was loose, revealing her fair and sexy collarbone.
With her slightly damp long hair casually draped over her shoulders, she looked extremely languid.
Unable to resist, Luo Nancheng tightened his grip on her waist, his firm, hot chest pressing completely against her back.
Rong Shang nodded, "I know."
"Then why are you ignoring me?"
"..."
It's only been a dozen seconds, right? Wow!
"Aren't I talking to you now?"
Rong Shang turned around in his arms and reached for the towel in his hand. "Stop it, give it back to me."
The water droplets kept dripping from her hair, which was really unbearable for her.
But the man was tall and had long arms; if he didn't want her to get it, Rong Shang had no way to get it.
"Give it back to me."
Luo Nancheng smirked mischievously, "Call me husband, and I'll give it back to you."
Rong Chang, “…”
She was teased by a little kid?
"I won't call it."
"Oh." Luo Nancheng said coldly, "Fine, don't call me then."
Then, Rong Shang witnessed him forcefully throw the bath towel into the bathroom. The floor was already wet, and the towel got soaked instantly.
Rong Chang, “…”
This damn straight man has no idea how to pamper a woman.
She sighed helplessly, rubbed her forehead, and turned to leave without even glancing at him.
As a result, someone else followed along eagerly.
"I have something even more fun, do you want to play?"
He reached out and took her hand, then pulled her into his arms.
Rong Shang replied coldly, "Not interested."
Seeing her with a sullen face, it was clear that I was unhappy.
Luo Nancheng laughed, "So what if my hair isn't dry yet?"
Actually, after spending time together, Luo Nancheng already knew that she had a cleanliness obsession, which was quite similar to his own.
Knowing that the water droplets from her hair were making her uncomfortable, Luo Nancheng simply pulled her to the bedside, plugged in the hairdryer, and started drying her hair.
His cool hands ran through her hair, the gentle pressure quite comfortable.
Rong Shang lowered her eyes, and her expression softened considerably.
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