Can't stop loving you

The light of the table lamp shone on the glass of the bathroom. She saw a man washing himself under the lotus head. The transparent glass was covered with layers of mist. Even so, she could still vaguely see the splashing of water when he shook his head, and a tall and straight figure

Viola could not help but swallow hard.

Realizing that she was swallowing because of a looming figure, she covered her face silently and disdained herself extremely.

After Maynard finished his shower, she saw that he was wrapped in a towel around his wheat colored chest and the part below his waist, while his strong right hand wiped the water drops from his hair with the towel.

Although he was wiping, there were still one or two naughty water drops sliding down along the hair tip to her chest. She stared at the water drop uncontrollably, and suddenly wanted to wipe it off, and then she touched it

She was shocked by her lustful look. To hide such an inexplicable thought, she shook her head. "You've finished taking a bath. It's my turn."

"The lamp is over there." Maynard wiped his dripping hair with a clean towel and walked around her to the bed.

She suddenly remembered that she saw Maynard's body because of the lamp, would he have the same feelings when she washed it

She was a little square now.

"What are you doing there?" After Maynard wiped his head with a towel, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you afraid of taking a bath?"

Like a cat which was trodden on the tail, Viola was not to be outdone. She insisted, "Never mind! ."

"You don't have any clothes to change." Without raising his head, Maynard told the truth plainly.

All of a sudden, she couldn't move an inch as if her vital acupoints were attacked.

She almost forgot that it was his office. How could he get her clothes?

However, when she looked at him, she felt relieved. "You must have used a clean towel. Please lend it to me."

"It's mine. I don't want to borrow it from you." Maynard threw a glance at her and refused bluntly.

She felt a mouthful of blood stuck in her throat, and she didn't know how to respond. Feeling very aggrieved, she said, "Mr. Chu, we're so familiar with each other. Please don't regard me as an outsider."

Maynard looked at

know

"you know it" glance at him.

Maynard was

she covered the transparent glass door of the bathroom with several bath towels. She did not feel at ease until she was sure that it would

"Viola!"

the bathroom, she was hit by Maynard against

and asked, "Mr.

bath?" Maynard lifted her chin and coaxed her softly.

always used it personally, so he had never worried that anyone would see it. But this

had no tears. Then, she said: "Well, I didn't mean

that something was wrong. She stepped on his

out of the bathroom after making the risk to the minimum. When she saw Maynard

on the table and looked down at him. "Mr. Jay, there is

was not interested in

over on Viola's face. How could he not play following the routine?

conceal her embarrassment, she had pretended to cough with her hand covering her mouth. In a weak voice, she had said, "Mr. Chu, I have caught

making up her mind to

yourself to my pillow, come on." Maynard looked at her while patting the

a stiff face, Viola shook her head desperately and explained in horror, "No, no, No. what I mean is that in such a hot weather now, the floor is the coldest. Mr. Chu, you can have a try to sleep for one night Ahem, I caught a cold. I sleep in

as if she was coughing her lungs out.

her up and down, and said slowly, "Since you've caught a cold, I'll hold you in my

from all sides coming at her at this moment.

and waved her hand, "No,

didn't know how to cherish a woman's beauty. Helplessly, she had to spread the floor on the floor bitterly.

"Mr. Chu, I've never

bankrupt first? Or do you want to be the first to cry together?" Maynard

corrected herself in a hurry, "Mr. Chu, you're

she could slap herself to death! She almost got herself