1652 Bullying her (3)
hurry, hurry up and take a bath. You stink. An Xiaoyang stuttered and pushed him away hurriedly. She packed her things in a hurry and tried to escape.
his palms were almost sweating.
He, he, he’s such a bastard!
He actually treated her like that.
However, how could sang nuo allow that? even if he would not really hurt her, he did not want to let her off just like that.
Who asked her to be his girlfriend?
After sang nuo played the basketball, his fingers were stained with dust. He directly wiped it on her small face as she screamed.
“Ah, Yingluo! what are you doing, santos?”
“You’re dirty too, let’s go wash up together.”
As he spoke, sang nuo ignored an Xiaoyang’s objection and carried her up the stairs. An Xiaoyang thought that he wanted her to accompany him in the bath and was frightened, struggling non-stop.
If they really took a bath together, that would be terrible.
“Don’t move, it’s dangerous to go upstairs.”
sang nuo grabbed her little hand and washed it together. the smooth foam had the fragrance of soap. it was obviously very nice to smell, but it made an xiaoyang feel so embarrassed that she was about to die.
What exactly was sang nuo trying to do?
After sang nuo finished washing their hands, he used his wet hands to rub her fair and tender cheeks that he had smeared. She had never put on any makeup, and she was so sweet that he almost wanted to take a bite out of her.
An Xiaoyang’s wet hand rubbed against it and carefully helped her rub it, but an Xiaoyang refused in her heart.
Because her thin spaghetti strap was drenched by his actions, the water droplets fell on her chest.
It would have been fine if he didn’t have a clear view of himself in the mirror, but he could still see her even though he was standing behind her.
In fact, when sang nuo chuckled and raised his eyes, he had indeed seen it.
After he couldn’t help but steal a kiss on her pink cheek.
Sang nuo looked at her in the mirror, and slowly, his gaze changed.
His eyes were deep and complicated, even his throat moved.
the atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became strange.
An Xiaoyang’s expression was evasive. She lowered her head and did not dare to look at him. She raised her small hand slightly to cover her chest.
However, she didn’t notice that her action made her full chest even more obvious.