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Seeing Yi Hao standing naked in the room, Warmth screamed in fright. Then, he quickly turned around with his eyes covered and his face quickly turned red, as if he was about to bleed out of his body.

"Young Master... You... You... Why are you undressing when you have nothing else to do? " He thought back to the moment he pushed open the door and saw Yi Hao take off his blood-stained shirt. Especially when she thought about the fact that his perfect body constantly emitted the color of wheat under the dim light, her warm heart began to beat without any rhythm. *

Even though they had been in close contact, even though it wasn't the first time she'd seen him without a shirt on, they were alone now. How awkward it was!

When Ihao saw the excessive, exaggerated response, he pursed his lips. He really didn't know if this woman was acting or if this was her instinctive reaction. It wasn't the first time they had been so honest with each other, so why were they so surprised?

He took off his rain-soaked trousers, grabbed a gray towel from the trunk, wrapped it around his waist, and hung up his wet clothes on a hook. Then he picked up the blanket from inside the trunk and went to sit in a slightly wider, carpeted corner of the room.

After putting the blanket on, he suddenly felt much warmer. Ihao leaned against the wall. Today, it could be said that he was challenging Ji Hao. As soon as his back touched the wall, he was immediately trapped.

As his consciousness began to fade, Ihao glanced at the warm air that was still standing there like a puppet. He frowned and said in a low, unhappy voice, "Warm air, there's a shirt in the trunk. You can choose to put it on, or you can choose not to. "But don't stand there like a puppet, polluting my eyes, preventing me from sleeping!" *

She didn't dare to turn around and look at him or change her clothes, so she turned stiffly and walked to the farthest corner from him. Cold and full of cargo, she squatted down, then stared at him with her big, watery eyes in a pitiful, guarded gaze.

She was really afraid that Ihao would make trouble for her for no reason at all.

That man was always temperamental. He would ignore you when he was happy and treat you as air. However, when he was unhappy, no matter what you did or what you said, he would find trouble with you and definitely kill you!

She wanted to be cold and warm, so that he would not cause her to suffer more than death.

When Yi Hao saw that the girl had retreated to the corner of the room and stopped standing in the middle of the room to pollute his vision, he raised his eyebrows in satisfaction and prepared to take a rest.

Tomorrow, he would have to find a way to return to the Yi family. If that man hadn't left yet, there would be another tough battle to fight tomorrow.

Iowa pulled at the blanket to go to sleep, but as soon as his eyes closed, he heard the warm sneeze. Hearing that voice, Yi Hao didn't plan to care about it at all. After all, the woman's life or death had nothing to do with him.

Ah …" "CHOO …" Warmth sneezed uncontrollably, and the haze and fear in her heart faded a little when she saw him close his eyes for sleep in the corner. However, although she was completely relaxed, she felt a wave of cold air hit her.

Warmth gripped her wet clothes tightly, but her bright and clear eyes swept over her clothes hanging on the wooden chest.

Although it was summer now, the temperature in the forest was already lower than other places. Plus, it was still raining, and she had been under the rain before, so she felt as cold as winter.

Finally, unable to stand the dampness, she looked timidly at him, and when she saw that his eyes were closed as if he were really asleep, she gritted her teeth and carefully reached for her shirt. When she was sure he was asleep, she stood up and took off her wet clothes and changed into dry ones.

"I thought you were so unyielding that you wouldn't change clothes!"

Ihao's cold and flat voice came slowly from within the wooden house. His hands trembled in fear, and the dry clothes that he hadn't put on fell to the ground.

Ahh!" Body Burst. Warmth let out a shriek in the air. She quickly crouched down and raised her terrified eyes to look at the man who was grinning at her.

Ihao couldn't help but curl his lips when he caught sight of the woman in the corner, blushing.

"Cold and warm, why aren't you quickly putting on your clothes? Could it be that you're inviting me?" Ihao watched as he squatted on the ground and turned around. The woman, who had shrunk into a small ball, could not help but tease, "Although I'm injured now, it's still more than enough to do that!"

Hearing Ihao's words, her little face flushed red to her neck. She bit down hard and quickly grabbed the clothes on the floor, putting them on as quickly as she could. Then she secretly looked up at him with a look of shame and regret. When she realized that he was still looking at her, she felt extremely vexed.

If she knew that he hadn't fallen asleep, she wouldn't have changed. After all, it was already quite late. Wearing wet clothes would be unbearable, but now …

He would definitely think that she was intentionally faking it and luring him on. Pull him.

Thinking of this, Warmth was regretful to the point of death.

She shifted nervously and shamefacedly, ready to hide herself behind the big wooden box, to be completely invisible from the terrible sharpness of Ihor's vision that seemed to pierce through her, but she had just moved. Ye Zichen moved a bit. "Come here!" Ihao shouted lazily.

What?

She looked up in horror and stared at him with her big, watery eyes.

Seeing the strange light reflected in her eyes, he suddenly felt displeased.

He was just kind enough to let her have half of the blanket, but what was the woman looking at him with?

Look at his expression, look at his eyes. Gouge. The same crime?

When he saw her expression, he couldn't help but burn with anger. He glared at her fiercely, then gritted his teeth and bellowed, "Put that expression and that look of yours away, then get the hell over here!"