Don't cry, baby. I'll punish you tonight.

Let’s take a shower together later. It was a declarative sentence, or more precisely, it sounded like an order to Lin Qinghuan.

He Yanlang entered the bathroom. The whole room had become quiet, with only the sound of water running in the bathroom. The outside of the second bedroom was also quiet.

Lin Qinghuan stared at the direction of the door. Those people should have cleaned the house. She didn't have much time to think. She gritted her teeth and made up her mind, then walked towards the door.

The door was opened and Lin Qinghuan walked into the living room. Among the many people, she saw the outstanding Lu Yi on the first night and met his eyes.

An ominous premonition arises spontaneously.

No one spoke. After a brief eye contact, Lin Qinghuan lowered his head and walked towards the entrance.

Lu Yi made a look, and the man closest to the gate blocked Lin Qinghuan's way. "Excuse me, Miss, if you want to leave, please wait for the Second Young Master."

As expected, he couldn't leave, and Lin Qinghuan quickly accepted this fact.

She turned her head and saw that He Yanlang had arrived in the living room without her noticing. He folded his arms and looked at Lin Qinghuan leisurely. The corners of his mouth were raised, and he said casually, "Come here."

She walked over obediently.

He Yanlang held her in his arms, put his hands on her waist, and pinched it. The force was not strong enough to make it itchy. "Hmm? Where are you going?"

"Breathable." she replied.

She was not as irritable and emotional as imagined. Her temperament changed quite quickly and she decided to be a good girl.

With floor-to-ceiling windows and a built-in large round bathtub, even the second bedroom is so luxurious that one has to sigh that the rich really enjoy life.

He Yanlang even poured two glasses of red wine, lit some incense, and played soothing music.

He took off all his clothes in front of Lin Qinghuan, then went to the shower in the bathroom to wash off the blood on his body. When he came out of the bathroom, Lin Qinghuan was still standing there without moving.

"Do you want me to help you take it off?" He looked at Lin Qinghuan.

Lin Qinghuan bit her lip and said, "No need."

He got out of the bathtub, poured himself a glass of red wine, put one hand on the bathtub, and stared at Lin Qinghuan.

No matter how intimate the matter was, it had already been done.

Lin Qinghuan gritted her teeth, took off her clothes, and walked forward. She walked towards He Yanlang. Just when she was halfway into the water, He Yanlang pulled her over.

Her balance was unstable, water splashed everywhere, warm water dripped from the top of her head, and she couldn't open her eyes.

In order to find her center of gravity, she put her arms around He Yanlang's neck, half sitting on his lap, her lips blocked, and the scent of red fruits filled the air between them.

He could always easily lead her to fall.

Ended with a kiss.

The atmosphere of ambiguity became stronger, and each other's eyes were filled with lust.

Lin Qinghuan moved back, her eyes red, she lowered her head, staring at He Yanlang's deep facial features, "We are making a bet, I don't take the initiative, you can't touch me."

He hugged Lin Qinghuan back, even closer than before, and replied with a smile, "Baby, you're wrong. Our bet was that you would break your own principles, betray your morals, and beg to have sex with me. But now I'm the one taking the initiative, it's not our bet, the two are not in conflict."

Lin Qinghuan's body stiffened, and the hand holding the man's shoulder unconsciously used a little force. She moved her eyes to the high-heeled glass beside her, and really wanted to pick up the high-heeled glass and throw it at him, but she held back, "scoundrel!"

He Yanlang did not stop his hands, fanning the flames, seducing her, and his lips pressed against her collarbone.

Lin Qinghuan grabbed his restless hand, pressed it down, bit He Yanlang's lips, and said in a low voice, "He Yanlang, isn't it boring to always force it? When I take the initiative and am willing, the experience is better. Don't you miss that night?"

The night he enjoyed the most was indeed the night she took the initiative.

"Playing tricks?" He stroked her chin, the clumsy words were a trick that was seen through at a glance.

"Actually, you have a big penis and are good at sex, which I love very much. But, for the time being, I really can't accept that you have a fiancée. You should at least give me some time to adapt, okay?" She said to He Yanlang pitifully, staring at him.

She was indeed good at pretending, and she hit the mark with him, which made him very happy.

He Yanlang raised his eyebrows, and smiled evilly on his devilish face, "Call me husband and I'll let you go."

In an instant, the blood rushed up, and this time it was a blush of shyness. Lin Qinghuan couldn't scream. She was really thin-skinned.

"Hmm?" He stared at her, his face red as an apple.

Lin Qinghuan's heart hardened. She opened her thin lips and called out, "Old...Old...Husband." It was just a scream that wouldn't kill anyone.

sounds so good.

He loves to hear it.

It seems as if I will really hold your hand and grow old with you.

He raised his hand and pressed down the back of Lin Qinghuan's head. His cold lips covered Lin Qinghuan's lips again. He murmured, "Call me like this from now on."

She called him "husband".

What about his fiancée?

Lin Qinghuan really wanted to ask a question in return, but she couldn’t, and shouldn’t, open her mouth.

He seemed to be very happy with her, but what about her?

Who cares about her inner emotions?

He Yanlang stood up and Lin Qinghuan looked away from him.

He slowly walked out of the bathtub, then bent down and whispered to Lin Qinghuan's ear, "I will take care of Ouyang Ling's affairs. I will not marry her. My bride will only be you, Huanhuan."

Lin Qinghuan was moved for a moment.

My bride will only be you.

What a beautiful love word.

But does He Yanlang believe what he says?

She didn't even look back at He Yanlang behind her. The shower in the bathroom behind her was turned on, and the sound of water was flowing down. He Yanlang was taking a cold shower to reduce his sexual desire.

The bathtub and the bathroom were only four meters apart. Lin Qinghuan could hear the slightly ambiguous breathing sounds from inside. What a cold and abstinent male god, but when he took off the filter, he was actually no different from an ordinary person.

What needs to be solved by yourself will be solved by yourself.

Lin Qinghuan stood up and went to get the bathrobe from the shelf.

"Why don't you come in and help me?" He Yanlang's voice was low and full of lust.