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Some of the couples just stared at them.

Han Yao felt awkward yet shy at the same time. She quickly lowered her head, picked up her chopsticks, and angrily said, "I can eat by myself, I don't need your care."

Nanfeng Haozhe immediately drove the car to his own villa, and the miserable Han Yao was carried to the sofa in the house.

"You!"

Han Yao angrily threw the cup away.

"You are such a mystery. Let me tell you, I don't want to be in the same room as you. You brought me here and injured me. What are you trying to do? Can you explain it? "

"Me? I've already said it. I told you before, I caught you because you were my wife! Since you are my wife, then you will naturally live with me. "

"You're crazy!"

Han Yao felt that there was something wrong with this man's brain, it was always bothering her.

"Come, lie on the ground!"

Han Yao watched as Nanfeng Haozhe drew closer to his step by step, causing her to shrink back into the sofa in fear. The sofa's space was limited, so no matter how Han Yao tried to hide, it was useless.

A large figure stood in front of Han Yao, and a black shadow enveloped Han Yao. Han Yao once again saw that strange gentleness in his eyes …

"What are you doing? I'm telling you, don't act recklessly. "

Nanfeng Haozhe moved her face so close to Han Yao's face that she could feel his warm breath even when she was so close to him.

"Ahh …"

In a blink of an eye, Han Yao had already lifted him up by the waist, turned her body, and laid on the sofa.

In this position, even if Han Yao wanted to, she wouldn't be able to struggle.

A slightly cold big hand started moving around Han Yao's neck.

Han Yao was so anxious that goosebumps appeared on her arms.

Could she have met a pervert?

"You … Stop! "

Nanfeng Haozhe pulled on the zipper on Han Yao's dress and said to her, "Yao'er, your skin is still as good as ever."

"Pervert, stop!"

"Don't move!"

He pressed her back gently, then pulled down the zipper on her dress.

"What are you doing?" Stop it! "

Other than being able to speak, Han Yao could do nothing else. She wanted to roll over and protect herself, but the pain in her waist was too much.

"You pervert, stop it! I hate you, I must sue you! "

Han Yao was immersed in her own world, dancing with joy and excitement.

After a moment, she felt a cold sensation on her waist.

Also, a hand seemed to be massaging the sore spot on her waist.

"Have you forgotten what the doctor said? "If you don't knead this medicine well and absorb it badly, your waist will probably be crippled."

So … Was he going to apply medicine on her?

Why didn't this man just say it? Han Yao was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a hole.

"I'll knead it myself."

Han Yao reached for the sore spot on her waist, but when she used a bit of force, her arms were aching. Nanfeng Haozhe looked at her strenuous look and could not help but say, "Don't worry, I will not take advantage of you. Besides, you're cheap, I. It was enough five years ago. "

Han Yao was too lazy to respond to Nanfeng Haozhe. She just wanted him to finish massaging her quickly so that her waist would become better. This way, she would be able to leave without being bound by him.

… ….

"Are you done?"

"Soon."

Ten minutes later.

Han Yao asked again, "Is it done?"

"Right away."

Another five minutes passed …

Han Yao saw that this man still had no intention to stop, so she could only force herself to use her two hands and roll onto the ground …

"Hiss …"

So painful.

Although it was painful, Han Yao forced herself not to make a sound.

Nanfeng Haozhe looked at her bare back as he gently unbuttoned his shirt.

"You … What are you doing? "

When Han Yao saw Nanfeng Haozhe take off his shirt in front of his, she couldn't help but panic. Why is this man always so abnormal?

When the white shirt was taken off, the man revealed a firm and sturdy chest with clearly visible muscles evenly distributed across his waist. When Han Yao saw this figure, he couldn't help but take an extra glance.

The bare-chested man walked to Han Yao's side and squatted down.

Han Yao looked at him, and her heartbeat inexplicably sped up.

Every time this man neared her, Han Yao's heartbeat would uncontrollably quicken. This was the first time Han Yao had encountered this kind of feeling in the past five years. Even when facing Yu Shuyuan, Han Yao had never felt this way before.

"Put it on first. I'll go find some clothes for you."

With his slender fingers, he gently placed the shirt on Han Yao's shoulder. Han Yao took a whiff of the faint smell of tobacco, and suddenly felt that it was very familiar.

Nanfeng Haozhe went upstairs to look for clothes.

Han Yao looked at his back, and for some inexplicable reason, felt her heart throbbing.

"Yao'er, come, wear this. This shirt is bigger and you can just slip it over your head. It's a little more convenient than wearing a dress. "

Nanfeng Haozhe handed the clothes over to Han Yao, then headed straight for the bathroom.

"I'm going to take a bath. Don't worry, I don't have anyone else here. You can change your clothes, and no one will see."

Han Yao saw that Nanfeng Haozhe had walked into the bathroom, and she did not want to keep on wearing his clothes, so Han Yao took off his clean shirt and pulled it over his head.

In this way, his exposed back was completely covered.

… ….

The moonlight was like a hook.

Han Yao sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the sky outside, and was actually lost in thought.

The night in A city was indeed different from the night in the countryside.

"What are you looking at? Why are you so lost in thought?"

"Nothing."

Nanfeng Haozhe walked out with wet hair and a bath towel tied around his waist. His entire body was emitting male hormones. Han Yao shyly turned his head, looked out the window, and no longer looked at him.