Chapter 68 The Expression Is so Vivid

At this time, Luo Yibei looked sloppy, his indifference faded away, and he was replaced by an indescribable evil spirit.

His body was leaning against the door lazily, and his eyes were fixed on her, as if he didn't mean to let her go.

Fang Chi Xiagang's words were just an excuse to dismiss him, but he didn't expect him to take it seriously, and he didn't know how to answer him for a while.

However, the release of water is not a big deal.

"Okay, I'll help you." Step by step, she walked towards him, passing him, and she came to the bathtub.

"Okay." Turning on the nozzle, watching the warm water pouring in little by little, she took the towel next to her and wiped her wet hands. She turned around and walked out. Luo Yibei blocked.

"I'll wash it later!" She was a little flustered when he was about to pull her with him and raise an arm between them.

It seems like the bathroom has been a dangerous place since the two got married.

She had suffered too many losses here, and when she saw his actions, she had already started to resist conditioned reflex.

"Come in with a bath towel!" Luo Yibei gave her a strange look, and left a sentence blankly, regardless of her presence, and undressed in front of her.

Fang Chixia was stunned, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he walked out a little erratically.

She helped him in with two bath towels, and then she went to the bathroom in the other room.

When Luo Yibei came out, her people were no longer there.

Luo Yibei had always been indifferent to her, but as soon as she left, he was a little curious about what she was doing.

Turning his head to look at the corridor outside, he walked out a few steps.

When I pushed open the door of the corner room, a set of Fang Chixia's clothes was randomly placed on the bed, and the sound of water in the bathroom just gradually stopped.

The door was opened a few minutes later, and Fang Chixia's figure came out.

She was casually wrapped in a bath towel, with a towel draped over her head. Her already pitiful face was completely blocked, and she was wiping her hair as she walked.

As long as he wasn't there, she seemed to be at ease all the time.

It's okay to lay the towel crooked, and even the bath towel is loosely wrapped, as if it might fall off at any time.

Her eyes were covered by a towel, and she didn't seem to see him at the door.

He wiped his hair casually, and after walking out, even under his gaze, wrapped in a bath towel and did several movements.

Her bath towel was not tightly wrapped, but with such a movement, it slipped a little more.

Fang Chixia didn't seem to notice, and was still wiping her head with a towel.

While wiping, he hummed a song, which seemed to be in French. Luo Yibei didn't know what song it was, and his red lips were pursed, obviously looking in a good mood.

The thing that Luo Yibei couldn't understand the most was that every time he wasn't around, her mood seemed to be full of blood, and even her expression came alive.

Fang Chixia's voice is actually very nice. When speaking French, there is an indescribable magnetic sound, which turns and turns again and again, making Luo Yibei think of each night softly and softly. The voice of protest.

Charming and charming, as if soaked with honey, crisp to the bone.

Fang Chixia was obviously still unaware of Luo Yibei's obvious presence in the room, so she wiped her hair casually, and wanted to take off the towel, but her wrist was suddenly pressed by a hand—