Meijiang opened her eyes in shock. Qing Jian from the ice hockey team! That seventeen-year-old boy! They were both men! No, it couldn’t be! But such an intimate tone, you only called out my name in moments of great passion, how do you explain this?
His body was tangled, his handsome face even more attractive in excitement; his tousled hair, delicate fingers, Wen Shan’s dream became even more chaotic.
Don’t let this end! I’m deeply attracted to you, even though I know it would only ruin our happiness! God, why tempt me with such sinful fruit to disregard everything?
Zheng Xiu was calling out to Chun from the swimming pool. “Come swim with me.”
“I won’t swim. I almost drowned during college, I’m scared of water,” she said, sitting on a lounge chair by the pool, a novel in hand.
He chuckled mischievously and dove into the water. Swimming over to her side, he used the book to block her view and then pulled her into the water by her ankle.
“Help!” A long, sharp scream echoed. In the water, she instinctively grabbed onto him for survival.
“Aren’t you in the water now?” he laughed, grabbing her chin.
She pushed him away with force, “It’s all your fault, I’m soaked through!”
Zheng Xiu helped her to the shore, his hand on the edge as he climbed up. “Change your clothes quickly, or you’ll catch a cold.”
Chun was in her pajamas, ready to go to bed, but Zheng Xiu had dragged her to the pool in a moment of whimsy. “I’ll go change.”
“Right here is fine,” he said with a sly smile. “Need help?”
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking!” Chun’s face turned red. She was really fed up with this man! She wanted to escape back to her room.
Zheng Xiu blocked her path. “It’s not like I haven’t seen it before. Chun, put on this swimsuit.” He pointed to a new pink swimsuit.
“You promise not to take advantage of me?”
“Promise.” He laughed even more. “Or do you want me to change with you?”
“No need!” she retorted sharply. This man always finds ways to touch her, does he have a sexual appetite disorder?
