The smell of wine on this body, Yemo smelled uncomfortable, and if he wanted to take his mouth, he really couldn't get down.

"Wash yourself!" He threw her into the tub, his tone cold and fierce.

Luo Yan gave him a blank look.

"What are you washing, can't you go straight to it?"

A hot flame swam through her body, fleeing, and she felt as if she was going to explode!

But that guy is still a cleanliness maniac, and if she doesn't wash it, he won't do it.

It just tortured her to death!

She sat irritably in the bathtub, absentmindedly washing.

Luo Yan soaked casually in the bathtub for a while, got up to rinse off the foam on his body, wiped his body with a bath towel, and went straight to Yemo.

In front of Yemo, she has never been a reserved person.

She needs a man very much now, and Yemo just happens to be, so ......

Her weak and boneless body pressed against him, the softness of her chest rubbed against his chest intentionally or unintentionally, and her hand was a little restless, swimming to his waist.

With a 'click', the belt buckle was unfastened, and Luo Yan's hand reached in......

"You also called washing?"

The smell of alcohol on her body hadn't dissipated yet, and Yemo frowned in disgust and pushed her away.

Luo Yan stumbled on his feet and almost fell back into the bathtub.

She's on fire too!

"What the are you doing with a big man!"

Can't fall in love!

She wouldn't die without a man.

Luo Yan angrily picked up a clean bath towel placed on the shelf, wrapped it around his body haphazardly, and rushed out of the bathroom.

However, Yemo was stunned by her yelling, and stood in place with a confused expression.

This damn woman, obviously she asked him, what kind of face did he throw at her?

Is this her attitude of begging?

Luo Yan's actions made Yemo very unhappy.

He strode out of the bathroom, only to see that Luo Yan had returned to the bedroom.

She lay on the bed, her eyes closed, and she didn't know if she was really asleep or if she was pretending to sleep.

Yemo snorted coldly and lifted the quilt.

Luo Yan was shocked and opened his eyes suddenly.

"What are you doing?"

What?

Yemo listened to it.

He glanced at her arrogantly and spoke slowly; "I'm quitting."

Don't do it?

Luo Yan was speechless, knowing that he was thinking crookedly.

"Why don't you stay in bed with me?"

Luo Yan's tone was full of irony.

It's no wonder that Luo Yan thinks so, according to her previous cognition, lying on the same bed with Yemo, except for doing things between men and women, there is indeed nothing to do, like the kind of thing that is just chatting under the quilt, for them, it is just a wild night talk.

Yemo didn't even bother to give her a straight eye.

The attitude of the two towards each other is disdainful, and neither of them wants to look at anyone more.

A burning heat spread in Luo Yan's body, as if countless thin ants were eating her skin, and the crispy and numb itch was a little unbearable and a little painful.

She stuffed herself in the quilt, obviously just finished taking a shower, but she was sweating again.

She only wore a silk pajama on her body, thin and transparent, as if she was not wearing it, but now, she felt that these thin pajamas were a kind of restraint for her.

She kicked off the quilt covering her body a little depressed, so she was not enough, so she simply ripped off the nightdress and threw it on the ground, and only a small white ** was left.

Yemo accidentally glanced sideways, glanced at the beautiful carcass, the Adam's apple rolled down, and instantly felt a dry mouth.