For the first time in her two lives, Ning Yuan was "drunk", and her brain was completely baked into a ball of mud by the alcohol and hot water.
She only knew that he was helping her and that he would not harm her, so she obediently opened her slender white legs towards him.
Rong Zhaonan just looked at it, Qingyou's eyes getting darker and darker, and he knew he shouldn't stare.
But... the visual impact is more intuitive than the simple touch that once was.
This was the first time that he had seen her body structure so thoroughly. Before, her clothes were half-undressed and the lights were even turned off.
He touched his back teeth with the tip of his tongue, closed his eyes, squatted down, and continued to use the towel to scrub her roughly.
After maintenance and cleaning, it can be regarded as a beautiful light machine gun at best...Soviet-made AK...German-made MP5...Israeli Uzi Charge...
"It hurts...Rong Zhaonan...I hurt...wiping with the towel...you wiped me and it hurts...hiccup...it hurts!"
The limp and unconscious girl suddenly struggled, punched his shoulder and shouted.
Alcohol amplified her emotions and suppressed her rationality. She glared at him angrily in pain and twisted her body, trying to escape from the chair.
Rong Zhaonan took a breath and stiffened.
His wrists were clamped between her thighs, his pupils shrunk, and his cold, narrow Ruifeng eyes had long been stained with wild desires that he had not even noticed.
Her big eyes were out of focus and wet with tears. They had no power at all, but looked pitiful, which aroused the sadistic desire in people's hearts.
He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes again. She was not a durable light machine gun. She was so squeamish that she cried after just wiping her with a towel!
Rong Zhaonan grabbed her white waist to prevent her from struggling to the ground, and said hoarsely: "Okay... I don't need a towel to wipe it."
It was because he was confused and forgot that she was just a ball of soft tofu and could not bear to be cooked.
She whispered in confusion: "You...you...promise...it won't hurt...gently..."
Rong Zhaonan closed his eyes and coaxed hoarsely: "I promise, gently."
Ning Yuan hugged his shoulders obediently, opened her legs, leaned her face on his strong and smooth shoulders, closed her eyes: "Sleepy... I'm so sleepy... Rong Zhaonan...
He endured it, put down the towel, and moved his hand down to wash her body, moving as gently as possible.
It was just a simple cleansing with shower gel foam, but it took a few minutes at most, but it felt extremely long to him, and his ears seemed to be so hot that they could burn.
His sexy Adam's apple slid up and down involuntarily, and he withdrew his hand with difficulty: "Okay...does it still hurt?"
Ning Yuan leaned on his shoulder, half-closing her eyes, blurred and unconsciously murmuring: "It doesn't hurt...Rong Zhaonan..."
Her thin, warm breath blew against his sensitive ear, and Rong Zhaonan couldn't help but stood up suddenly.
He endured it until the veins on his forehead throbbed.
The corners of Rong Zhaonan's cold eyes were so red that he didn't dare to look at the warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms.
He is a normal man, not a eunuch!
Rong Zhaonan took a deep breath and simply took out his belt and tied her to the chair with her hands behind his back like a mortal, to prevent her from slipping to the ground.
He said hoarsely: "Sit down and don't provoke me again. I'll take a bath first, then wash your feet, and then I'll take you out to rest."
After saying that, Rong Zhaonan turned around and unbuttoned his pants, and pulled off his pants and underwear neatly.
By the way, he also adjusted the valve to release the cold water from another cold water tank.
The cold water on a summer night was not too cold, but it was enough for him to calm down a little and not do anything against her wishes.
He couldn't take advantage of others' danger.
Ning Yuan was dazed and tied to a stool with her hands behind her back by a belt, and she struggled subconsciously.
Why was she tied up again...
She's home... Rong Zhaonan saved her... No... Xiaobai saved her... She just climbed a tree... a big tree...
Ning Yuan struggled wildly and managed to free her hand from the belt with the shower gel on her arm.
She almost fell. She instinctively grabbed around and narrowly managed to catch a thick steel pipe on the side. She just managed to keep herself from falling to the ground.
Then, she heard a muffled sound that sounded like pain and pleasure coming from beside her.
Ning Yuan was also chilled by the falling cold water.
She raised her eyes in confusion, and under the dim yellow light, she saw the water droplets passing over the man's handsome, angry and sharp eyebrows, the tip of his nose, his tight thin lips, and his collarbone all the way down, past his powerful chest muscles and well-defined abdominal muscles. Mermaid line.
And then...well, steel pipes!
While holding on to the steel pipe, she tried to sit up and murmured: "The steel pipe is so thick and so hot... Why does the shower still produce cold water... Hmm... The water heater is broken... Broken... Call for repair... Call for repair... "
If you want to report for repair...have someone come to your door.
Ning Yuan said another strange word - water heater, but Rong Zhaonan had no intention of remembering this at the moment.
"Ning Yuan! Let go, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"
His eyes all changed, and his usually cold eyes were now full of anger or desire.
Ning Yuan tilted her head in confusion and murmured: "It's so cold, so cold... Why are there only hot steel pipes that don't produce water..."
Seeing that she was actually planning to reach out and twist the "steel pipe", he couldn't bear it, picked up Ning Yuan and clasped it on him.
He was really crazy, he actually said human words to a drunkard!
Rong Zhaonan squinted his eyes, simply turned the shower valve to hot water, and roughly pushed his wet bangs back, completely revealing his delicate and sharp outline.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the confused and burping girl in his arms. The dark and cold eyes carefully drawn with meticulous brushwork were filled with aggressive fire.
"Ning Yuan, you asked for this, lie down, I won't really do anything to you!"
He pushed the limp girl in his arms against the painted wall with her back to him, lifted her legs, and pressed her down hard while breathing heavily.
The other hand went under her armpit and caught her chin, making her turn her head.
He fell on her lips with a passionate and a bit jerky kiss, carrying anger and helplessness all the way as he attacked the city.
The girl's choked and murmuring voice filled the steamy bathroom.
…
The hot water was gone, and Rong Zhaonan returned to the room with a towel wrapped in the girl who had already fallen asleep.
He put her pajamas on, and then noticed the bloody tooth marks on her arms——
There was a little sting in Rong Zhaonan's eyes, which was the mark she bit out to stay awake under the influence of alcohol.
