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Zhao Zheng stared at the ceiling and counted the sheep the whole night, but he did not know the culprit that caused this.

Finally, when the sky was about to brighten, he fell into a trance. In the middle of the night, he even woke up and took a few cold baths.

"Ah, get up! The sun is already setting on your buttocks!" Not to mention the blanket being torn off, there was also a cool towel on his face.

He jumped up, and the perpetrator, without guilt, covered his eyes with his hands and screamed from the head of the bed, "Ah, damn scoundrel!"

What a hooligan, early in the morning, Chen Huan appeared in her room wearing a thin silk pajamas, calling herself.

Zhao Zheng wanted to retort, but his gaze was anxious on the two points on Chen Huan's chest. As expected, it was just as he had guessed, the light from last night was not good, and now, the sunlight shone through the window and illuminated the room. At the same time, Chen Huan's clothes were shining brightly.

He felt something tickling inside his nostrils. Reaching out to touch it, he actually smeared the red liquid on his hand.

Damn, isn't this the legendary blood and Qi scurrying about? What kind of unparalleled martial arts practice would have such a reaction?! Zhao Zheng did not give up and touched his nose again. As expected, there was still some red liquid on his palm.

"Ah, what's wrong with you!" After waiting for a long time and seeing nothing, Chen Huan sneaked a peek through the gaps of her fingers.

When he looked, he saw Zhao Zheng, whose face was covered in blood, standing there in a daze, constantly wiping the blood that was flowing out of his nose with the palm of his hand. Not only did he not stop the bleeding, his body and the bed sheets were also quickly dyed red with blood.

She rushed over, ignoring everything else, she slapped Zhao Zheng's head. With one hand, he raised his chin.

"Right, raise your head, don't move." After finishing him looking up, Chen Huan reached out and grabbed Zhao Zheng's wrists, pulling him off the bed, past the living room, and towards the shower room. At the entrance of the bathroom, he would take out a towel and cover Zhao Zheng's face with it.

"Quick, cover it!" Without giving Zhao Zheng a chance to say no, the towel pressed down, along with Chen Huan's right hand.

"Um, how did Baidu say it …" "Aww, looking up, breathing, pinching, pinching, pinching, pinching, or pinching?"

"I'm fine, you …" Alright, Chen Huan's current panic caused him to feel extremely vexed. He was about to comfort her and tell her that he was all right. On the other side, Chen Huan was already gone.

There was also a sound. It drifted over from a distance away, "Wait a moment, I'll go check on my phone …"

Zhao Zheng did not dare to act rashly. The itchy feeling in his nose quickly calmed down because of him raising his head. Time passed minute by minute, but Chen Huan was not around.

Zhao Zheng felt that the towel that was covering his nose was extremely comfortable. An indescribable fragrance spread out one after another and he couldn't help but take it off from his face.

It was a square towel with an orange kitten, about eight or nine centimeters long. There were kittens on both sides of it.

Hehe, this girl. He silently shook his head. Because of his body's trembling, the fragrance once again fluctuated in the distance. He lowered his head and examined the handkerchief a few more times. Suddenly, an extremely strange thought flashed across his mind.

"Ahh …" Just as Zhao Zheng was thinking about where this thought was wrong, Chen Huan who was at the door suddenly exclaimed. Zhao Zheng only felt that a black shadow flashed before his eyes, and then, his hands became empty.

"You hoodlum, why are you wiping your nose with this?" Chen Huan was so angry that her whole body was trembling, and in her hand was a suspicious white cotton swab.

"Why are you wiping your nose with this!" She angrily waved the handkerchief at Zhao Zheng. Every time she shook it, the round shape on her chest would jump up and down with her movements. Zhao Zheng's mouth was once again parched. He lowered his head and stopped looking at her.

Such a small movement was subconsciously understood by Chen Huan to be a guilty conscience, and was also linked to his cool dressing when he had a nosebleed.

Chen Huan did not like chess, chess, or other things as she cared even less about national politics. However, Chen Huan really liked reading masculine novels. Martial, immortal, she did not need to see too many people cultivating.

In her mind, she immediately linked Zhao Zheng's nosebleed behavior to certain events. The truth was that her guess was almost the same as the truth. She suddenly threw the handkerchief at Zhao Zheng, and muttered: "Stinking hooligan!"

She turned and walked out of the bathroom, talking to herself as she did so. The voice was very soft, making it hard for Zhao Zheng to hear her words.

No matter if it was the network or the reality, Zhao Zheng would easily be scolded as a hooligan by Chen Huan. The towel was given to him by Chen Huan, and the one who gave it to him was Chen Huan, while the one who called him a rogue was also Chen Huan. Where did this hooligan come from?

He stood in the bathroom with the towel. In the mirror, there were still a few traces of blood on his face that had yet to be wiped clean.

He hesitated for a long time, and still decided to first wash off Chen Huan's things before saying anything else. He filled the sink with warm water and then found the liquid for washing clothes near the body wash.

When he entered the towel and rubbed it with both hands, Zhao Zheng suddenly realized what had happened. In the lower right-hand corner of the towel, he saw a dark, curled thing that looked very much like a hair.

His eyes widened as he stared at the suspicious object for a long time. Thinking about how ordinary bath towels and face towels should not be this small, Zhao Zheng felt a sense of despair that made him want to cry but had no tears.

When he thought about how he had covered his nose for half a day while holding this thing, he suddenly felt bad. Anger, anger, shame, and a kind of strange pleasure that would only appear when he was abused!

He thought that he must have gone crazy from little evil girl's torture, if not why would such an abnormal thing happen to him?

He stood in front of the mirror and stared at his head of hair that was still dripping down at him, staring at the person in the mirror for a long time. He raised his head, and fiercely slapped his own face more than ten times. "Zhao Zheng, oh Zhao Zheng, what should we do with her!?"

"Hey, you, you pervert!" As soon as she finished speaking, a beautiful figure appeared at the bathroom door. Slightly applied makeup, sweet smile, although the furious eyes are lovely. She was wearing a fiery red floor-to-ceiling dress with a wide open neck and an irresistible career line.

"Pervert, I'm going out for an interview. You get yourself something to eat. If something were to happen to you, I wouldn't be able to afford your grandfather's expensive grandson! "By the way, if you're well, you should go home early so that your grandfather won't worry!"

As he spoke, he carried his white bag towards the door. He walked to the secret spot by the door, bent over, changed his shoes, and perfectly reconstructed the outline of his buttocks. With her firm legs, beautiful ass, and perfectly fitting flocks, Zhao Zheng felt that his mouth was really dry.