Zhou Xiaoxiao looked up and squinted at the sun in the sky, with a self mocking radian at the corner of her mouth: "cook me a bowl of noodles, put more green onions!"

But the housekeeper frowned.

"Miss Xiaoxiao, what you need to eat is nutritious food."

Zhou Xiaoxiao's posture has not changed. Her skin is very white, just like a drop of water exposed to the sun. It seems that in the next second, it will evaporate into water vapor, and then disappear forever.

"Then cook less. Don't worry, Mr. Zhai won't come back today."

The housekeeper hesitated and finally agreed.

Sure enough, Zhai Yao didn't come back in the evening.

Zhou Xiaoxiao is happy and carefree. She doesn't have to be afraid to please men any more. She feels very relaxed.

While changing clothes in the bedroom, she came to the mirror.

Zhou Xiaoxiao saw herself in the mirror. She was a skinny woman. Her skin was very white. However, when she turned around, the crisscross scars on her back were like cracks in the barren land. It was very shocking.

Zhou Xiaoxiao's reaction was calm.

She's used to it.

During this period of time, although Zhai Yao never touched her again, he would hold her to sleep every night.

This man's metamorphosis is really at its peak. Even if he doesn't do that kind of thing, he will take off her completely, and then kiss her again. It seems that this is also very enjoyable?

Thinking of this, Zhou Xiaoxiao couldn't help laughing twice.

Zhai Yao's mind, she will never understand.

At ten in the evening, she went to bed on time.

She was a little tired today. She almost fell into bed and fell asleep.

She had a strange dream. She dreamed that she was running in the hot desert with the bright sun overhead. The whole world was lifeless.

In the end, she was awakened by thirst.

When she opened her eyes, she found that she was being held, and the man's chest was burning like a stove.

When did Zhai Yao come back?

Zhou Xiaoxiao blinked, looking at Zhai Yao's sharp outline in the dark.

The man was asleep, his arms around her.

She struggled.

Zhai Yao wakes up alert.

He was a little upset: "be safe."

With that, close your eyes and go back to sleep.

Zhou Xiaoxiao was so nervous that her heart jumped to her throat.

If it is in the normal time, she will obediently obedient no longer move.

But now it's different. She's very thirsty. There's a flame burning in her throat.

"Zhai, Mr. Zhai..."

She weak voice, careful way: "that, I want to, want to drink water..."

Zhai Yaowei frowned invisibly and turned over.

Zhou Xiaoxiao is free, can't help but secretly relax, she gently out of bed, carefully out of the bedroom.

She can't wait to run to the kitchen, quickly poured a glass of water, and then began to drink. She was like a dry grass, in urgent need of water and irrigation.

At this time, there were footsteps outside.

She stopped drinking water and almost screamed when she looked up.

Zhai Yaozheng is standing in front of the kitchen.

He was dressed in pajamas, and the buttons on his chest were scattered, revealing his strong and charming chest.

But what's more striking is his eyes, dark as the sky.

"Get me a glass of water."

With that, he turned to the living room.

Zhou Xiaoxiao quickly finished the liquid in his glass, and then poured another glass of water.

She did not dare to let Zhai Yaojiu wait. Holding a water cup in her hands, she hurried to the living room.

The man is sitting idly in the sofa, holding the remote control in his hand, constantly changing channels.

"Mr. Zhai!"

Zhou Xiaoxiao went over and bent down to give him the water cup: "the water you want."

Zhai Yao glanced at her, and didn't mean to reach for the water.

"Feed me." He said.

When Zhou Xiaoxiao heard the speech, his heart and liver trembled.

Mom, does he want her to feed him water?

Gulu——

Zhou Xiaoxiao couldn't help swallowing her saliva. First, she took off her slippers. Then she knelt down on the sofa carefully, shaking her wrist, and slowly handed the water cup to the man's lips.

Zhai Yao didn't look at her at all.

All his attention was on the TV in front of him, just the edge of the cup he held gently with his thin lips slightly open.

Zhou Xiaoxiao is very careful to tilt the glass so that men can drink water.

But the point is, Zhai Yao doesn't cooperate at all.

He didn't even blink. He just didn't move.

This can be bitter Zhou Xiaoxiao, she has always strained a chord, finally fed him to drink a few water, then received his sight.

Zhai Yao's eyes fell on her without warning.

Zhou Xiaoxiao quickly took back his hand and looked back at him with a water cup in his hand.

Her eyes were like water, like the moonlight on the lake, gentle with fear.

I'm afraid even Zhou Xiaoxiao doesn't know that whenever she shows a scared expression, it can always arouse a man's desire for conquest or protection.

Unfortunately, Zhai Yao is the former.

He never knows love, only conquers!

Zhou Xiaoxiao didn't have time to react at all. When her water cup fell to the ground, she was already pulled into her arms by the man.

She fell heavily on his chest, and met her with a man's fierce and fierce kiss.

He kisses her so hard that he bites her lips and sucks back and forth.

Zhou Xiaoxiao frowned and felt his lips tingle.

She made a vague voice, as if pleading or groaning.

Zhai Yao loved her very much. He pressed her face down on the sofa. The thin Nightgown had no effect at all. He tore it to pieces with just one hand.

His action was so heavy that Zhou Xiaoxiao couldn't bear it and cried out in pain.

She is like the fish on the chopping board. She is suffering from the pain of being skinned.

At this time, she seemed to hear something from the servant's room. The Housekeeper should have heard something. A flustered sound of footsteps accompanied by Zhai Yao's roar: "get out!"

Then she heard the housekeeper apologizing.

She couldn't see anything at all. Her whole face was pressed into the pillow. The man was tossing hard behind her, completely ignoring her struggle. She felt pain, the pain of life is not like death.

Finally, she couldn't help pleading.

She cried fiercely and begged him at the top of her voice, regardless of her dignity.