Chapter 122: Chapter 127: Is it considered a blessing in disguise? (10)
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After wiping her body, Beiming Han set aside the bath sponge, suddenly remembering their encounter on the boat. This girl bloomed beneath him like a charming blood-stained rose…
It began in the bathtub…
That intense collision of souls that drove him to madness…
Regrettably, the little girl had no memory of that night…
His eyes fell on her fair, little face. Right now, she was as pure as a white rose. He wanted to try again, that soul-piercing, bone-etching intimacy…
How many facets did this little girl have, and how many more surprises would she give him?
Taking a deep breath to suppress his physical desire, he reluctantly released her ankle. Every time he touched this girl, he wanted to tear her apart…
If it weren’t for the injury on her arm…
He would have certainly recreated that night today!
Gu Qingxin didn’t know what he was thinking. All she knew was that the intensity in his eyes frightened her. This was far from helping her take a bath; it was tormenting her spirit!
She was about to break down…
Beiming Han carefully washed her hair again, then lifted her from the bathtub. He enveloped her in a large pink bath towel, carrying her out of the bathroom.
Laying her on the bed, he returned to the bathroom to grab a hairdryer, set to dry her hair.
“Young Master, I can do it myself,” Gu Qingxin protested, dodging him nervously.
Beiming Han pressed his large hand against her shoulder to keep her from moving, and began to dry her hair…
OBviously, the young master had no experience in blow-drying a girl’s hair. The hair dryer was too close to the scalp, scalding Gu Qingxin.
But Beiming Han, quick to understand, didn’t make the same mistake a third time. His large hand ran through her hair, drying it bit by bit.
Gu Qingxin’s hair was smooth like satin. Beiming Han put down the hair dryer, his slender and powerful fingers running through her silky hair, addicted to the cool sensation…
Beiming Han dressed Gu Qingxin’s wounded arm anew, then held her close as they lay down together. Their bodies pressed together without any gap, she felt as if she was being molded by his solid chest.
A desire that had surged in the bathroom now pressed against her lower abdomen.
“Young Master… should I… should 1 sleep somewhere else?”
How was Gu Qingxin supposed to sleep ?
Beiming Han stared at her fair face, harboring the desire to thrust into her petite body, wanted to consume her.
But thinking about her physical condition, he had to forcibly suppress his lustful thoughts.
With a whoosh, Gu Qingxin’s face turned beet red. Indeed, this man would never let her go easily…
If he was any more persistent, even a pig could climb a tree in fright. Gu Qingxin rejected him a thousand times in her heart, but knew she couldn’t resist…
“Good girl, do it yourself,” he coaxed in a soft voice near her ear.
Beiming Han slowly let go of her hand. The girl continued her movement with flushed cheeks, while the man lowered his head to kiss the lips he had long coveted….