Chapter 2624 Companion (39)

A figure walked in slowly.

Like a ghost, he closed the door without making any sound.

The dark shadows fell on the ground and merged into a ball, with no visible shape.

Behind the screen, the sound of water suddenly stopped while the person was bathing.

The hazy back figure is looming, like a sacred goddess falling into the lake.

Pure, holy, flawless.

He stood there softly, his voice soft.

"General?"

The moisture carried her floral fragrance to all parts of the house, including the visitor's nose.

He hummed and stood outside through the screen.

With a strong and aggressive gaze, he traced the shape of her back wantonly.

He spoke in a low voice and said calmly: "This is my room."

"..."

The people inside the screen were silent.

After a while, she coughed and said calmly: "I know, I'll go out after washing."

Huo Yuangong clasped his hands behind his back and slightly curled his lips across the screen.

"No, I can just go to the study and sleep."

He seems to be a gentleman, but he is not a gentleman.

A true gentleman would not intrude on a girl while she is bathing.

Not to mention not looking at the girl's skirt without shying away from it.

Yun Si turned around slightly and looked at the dark figure behind the screen.

Pursing his lips, he lay down beside the barrel.

Lazily, her beautiful face was red from the steam.

It was so tender that the water almost came out of it.

Makes people want to kiss.

Crazy for kissing.

Huo Yuangong stood outside, staring intently.

Watch her every move.

Like a long-hungry beast staring at its prey.

The Adam's apple keeps rolling.

Suppressing the rolling desire.

Depressing.

She lay beside the barrel for a while, and when she saw that he hadn't left, she curled her lips and became dissatisfied.

Nothing to be wary of.

"Just now……"

"Who is that woman?"

"Your fiancée?"

The man standing outside was motionless, standing like a log.

It still gives people a feeling of puzzlement and stability.

His voice was a little hoarse, but it was well controlled, and he said slowly: "I don't have a fiancée."

"Then who is she?"

"She is Miss Su, my master's daughter."

"...Then, you like her?"

"Never."

"But I just heard that you grew up together..."

"Not counting together, I have little contact with her and don't see her often."

"But she just came to give you a gift..."

"I refused."

He really responded to her questions.

The man taking a bath puffed out his cheeks and said, "That's pretty much it..."

He is hers and no one can take it away from him.

The wooden man heard her last words.

He had good ears, and he could hear her clearly even if she mumbled something vaguely.

He lowered his eyes, a smile flashing in his eyes.

Maybe she didn't even realize how jealous her tone was.

He was so jealous that the air became sour, as if the sour plums had fermented.

Care unabashedly.

It was as if his wife was accusing and questioning him.

He looked at the hazy figure behind the screen and got closer, separated by that thin layer of gauze.

Deep, eyes as dark as wild beasts.

is wanted.

only……

He raised his hand slightly and touched her skirt.

His face was pale and his thoughts were unclear.

She cares about that woman, does that mean that he can think that she cares about him?

The thin gauze is like that layer of window paper.

It seems easy to pierce, but...

He had no control over what the consequences would be.