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"Then you can go wash." Her choosing of a room had nothing to do with his bathing.

"One room for one and one washroom for another. How about you choose one and I'll take a bath there?" "I don't mind letting you see it. Look, isn't your fiance very generous of me?"

He tapped his forehead with his finger and said heavily, "Leng Muxian, you are asking for a beating."

"Miss, hurry up and choose. After you've chosen, we will bathe separately. I'm going to sleep."

Zhong Xianqiu's head started to buzz as he led her to open the door one by one. Each room looked like a man's room, with no hint of a woman in it. The room was black and white, simple, but looked extremely noble.

"I want this." When she saw the swing on the balcony in this room, she had fallen in love with it.

"OK, as you wish." He turned around quickly, his voice and manner lightened, as if she had promised to stay and save his life. Even the faint coldness in him had faded.

"There's my pajamas in the closet. You'll only have one night." he said as he walked away, and then he was gone, out of her door.

Quietly standing in this unfamiliar room, everything seemed like a dream. If it was a dream, then how good would it be. She did not want to wake up. All she wanted to do was to forget about all the unpleasantness in her dreams.

However, that was a necessity in life. After going through it, he would no longer be able to get rid of it.

The room was very quiet. Zhong Wanqiu opened the wardrobe and casually chose a shirt that he thought was his pajamas.

The new white shirt was a little too big for her, but when the nightgown was just right, whatever it was, she was just using it as a nightshirt, and he was right, he had hit her, and he was responsible for her.

She took the shirt and slowly walked to the bathroom. The bathroom in the bedroom, even though she had never been vain and used to snatch the bathroom from her classmates every day in college, she really liked the bathroom in her room at this moment. At least, she didn't have to line up to bathe here.

The beautiful bathroom, the marble floor, and the four mirrors were all over the place. Even when she was taking off her clothes, she felt like she was being peeped at.

She dared not wash her legs. Her legs were still injured, so she just took a clean towel and dipped it in water to wipe her body clean. This was the only thing she could do, as she had to be careful before the injury on her legs healed.

There was a towel, shower gel, and shampoo on the shelf. The brands were things she never dared to think of before, but now, she was using them extravagantly.

When he was done, he pushed open the bathroom door in his white shirt. Unexpectedly, outside, he leaned against the wall like a demon, his short hair dripping with water. A towel hung from his waist, revealing a large portion of his strong, unfleshed, and tanned chest, making her brush her head so low that she didn't dare to look at him.

Staring at the tip of his foot, "You …" What are you going to do? " Didn't he say to sleep separately? Didn't he say he wouldn't touch her until she agreed?

What was he doing here now?