Chapter 485: Your hands are still bleeding

The matter was over, and she didn't plan to struggle anymore. Otherwise, it will not only appear hypocritical, but will also make Mu Yichen upset. So, she put her heart back, stretched her hand under the quilt, and tore off the pink bath towel on her body.
Usually, Zhao Donghan has no habit of sleeping naked. At this moment, the skin is directly next to the cup, lying alone on the huge bed. Mu Yichen's breath floated everywhere in the pillows, mattresses, and even the air in the entire room.
The fresh, clean and familiar taste fascinates and sinks people. She bit her lower lip nervously, feeling a bit dry in her throat.
The temperature in the room is not low, but she still uses a quilt to wrap her body tightly. Zhao Donghan felt like a concubine waiting for the emperor's luck. She was so nervous that she clenched her lips, as if she had a rabbit in her heart, pounding nonstop.
No, this is too shameful. She turned over to do it, holding her small chin in one hand, hesitating for a long time, then picked up the pink bath towel and wrapped it around her again.
Anyway, he said that she was not allowed to wear clothes, and he did not say that she was not allowed to wrap a bath towel.
After wrapping herself airtight, she went back into the quilt again.
At this moment, the bedroom door rang. A tall and straight figure walked in steadily. Shining black leather shoes, stepping on the soft high-quality cashmere carpet, there was no sound.
Hearing the door ringing, Zhao Donghan's breathing stopped. The little heart was pounding, almost jumping out of his throat.
Mu Yichen raised his resolute chin and caught a glimpse of the beautiful woman on the bed. The girl lay on her side, her body covered with a thin quilt, her petite body shrunk into a ball. The wet long hair braved the water vapor, spread out on the light blue pillow. The white tender and delicate face is very delicate and moving.
His eyes flashed slightly, and he walked to the bed step by step. It's like a male lion going out hunting, gradually approaching his prey, and his whole body exudes confidence that is bound to gain.
When Mu Yichen arrived at the bedside, he finally stopped. He put his hands around his chest, lowered his obsidian eyes, condescendingly staring at the the bed.
The man's eyes were hot and deep, and his eyes were full of possessiveness. Zhao Donghan raised a pair of water eyes timidly to meet his eyes.
He pressed his two thin lips tightly, and a pair of star pupils shone with radiance on his handsome face like a knife. The whole person is noble and cold, arrogant and strong, exuding fatal attraction. The unique charm he was born with makes it easy to fall into it willingly, and then fall into the abyss of immortality.
This man's aura is really too strong. Zhao Donghan clearly felt that his heartbeat was speeding up uncontrollably. As he approached, her tension reached its peak, and she couldn't help swallowing.
He put out his well-knotted hands, white and slender fingers, and slowly stroked her two soft pink lips, carefully depicting the girl's beautiful lips.
Zhao Donghan tensed his body and did not dare to move. Just staring at a pair of beautiful eyes, staring at him timidly. Try to ignore his movements and the itchiness on his lips.
The beautiful touch from the fingertips made Mu Yichen's heart rippled. The girl's well-being obviously pleased him. He grabbed a pair of sword eyebrows, with an imperial aura, and declared to her irrefutably:
"Your task tonight is to satisfy me. To tell you the truth, I am still angry about your departure. Therefore, no matter what I want to do next, you'd better not resist. Otherwise, even me I don't know what I will do."
"I, I know." Zhao Donghan nodded subconsciously and stammered. Obviously he was calmed down by his cold aura and warning words, and he dared not raise any objections.
"Yeah." The man nodded slightly with satisfaction, and suddenly the conversation turned, "But we have to do one more thing before again."
After all, pick up the hair dryer on the bedside table and dry her hair first.
This girl was waiting for him with wet hair. Although there is air-conditioning in the room, it will not prevent you from catching a cold, but it will also be uncomfortable.
Zhao Donghan lay down honestly, following the man's movements, he bowed and raised his head very cooperatively. Like a kitten, cute and cute. Now, she was too nervous and needed a buffer. He was willing to help her blow her hair, temporarily calming her frantic heartbeat.
Did she forget to blow her hair because she was too nervous?
The man thought about it, seeing that his hair was almost dry, he put the hair dryer back. Immediately, he moved his finger to the edge of the quilt.
The slightly cool fingertips touched the girl's warm and delicate skin. Zhao Donghan couldn't help but shrank, but still did not dare to resist.
Do you want to start? She raised her eyelids nervously, and unexpectedly, she caught a glimpse of Mu Yichen's hand hanging on her side, stained with red liquid.
His wound has not yet been treated. In Zhao Donghan's eyes, the color of worry passed. Two rows of thick and slender eyelashes blinked twice and couldn't help but say:
"Wait."
Hearing this, Mu Yichen's hand movement stopped. Turning his head, his long eyebrows raised slightly: "What? The relatives haven't left yet?"
At this moment, except for this reason, nothing can stop him. However, it has been a week since the last time a relative came. Even if she is different, she won't stay away for so long, right?
"No." Zhao Donghan shook his head and said softly, "Your hands are still bleeding, please deal with it first?"
Mu Yichen lowered his head and glanced at his palm, then pondered. Originally, he didn't like to interrupt his interest because of these little things. However, considering that this is a manifestation of her concern, and if the blood drips on her later, it is really not good. So he leaned down, opened the drawer on the bedside table, took out a band-aid from the inside, and put it on the wound casually.
"Now, there should be no problem, right?" His eyes narrowed, and his tone suddenly became gentle.
Before she could answer, she raised her big hand suddenly. The thin quilt left the girl's body.
Despite the psychological preparation, Zhao Donghan still took a deep breath because of the man's behavior.
She curled up hard, squeezing the edge of the bath towel with her hands. He glanced at him uneasily, his eyes flooding like water, weak and innocent.
This pitiful look of helplessness immediately aroused countless evil thoughts of the man.
The man's eyes gradually deepened, and his breathing became heavier. He knew that the little girl would not be obedient. However, with her in a bath towel, she still moved him easily.
"Remove the bath towel." A low magnetic voice sounded over Zhao Donghan's head. Listen carefully, every word is mixed with a bit of tolerance and tension.