A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

"Shut up!" Zhuang Zhoucheng said angrily.

Jiang Shaobai really shut up this time.

Who is Zhuang Zhoucheng?

He had never heard that Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't touch women. The figure under the quilt was very tempting.

But how could Zhuang Zhoucheng stop himself when faced with such a beauty that came right to his door?

Or he values a woman so much that he doesn’t want to have sex with her in this situation.

Or, she is a woman who cannot be touched.

Jiang Shaobai thought the second option was impossible. There was no one in Kyoto that Zhuang Zhoucheng needed to be wary of. Therefore, it must be this woman who held a special place in Zhuang Zhoucheng's heart.

He pulled out the needle and said:

"Just rinse with cold water. The drug needs time to be metabolized. If she keeps it raw like this, it will damage her health and make it difficult for her to have children in the future."

Jiang Shaobai said this seriously.

Without saying a word, Zhuang Zhoucheng immediately picked up Huo Yan from the bed and went straight into the bathroom.

It was the first time that Jiang Shaobai saw Zhuang Zhoucheng so serious. He wanted to follow him in to see if he could help, but before he reached the bathroom, Zhuang Zhoucheng slammed the door.

boom!

The sound of the door closing was deafening, and Jiang Shaobai realized that they were trying to get him out.

Jiang Shaobai walked out of the bedroom, feeling very unhappy.

Zhuang Zhoucheng has such a bad character that there are no more than three people who can be considered his true friends, including him.

Despite their friendship, she actually kicked him out for a woman.

When Jiang Shaobai left, he took away a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon that Zhuang Zhoucheng had placed in the display cabinet.

The market price of Cabernet Sauvignon is over one million, and what is even more rare is that this wine is in short supply. There are only 12 bottles in the world, and it is the kind that cannot be bought even with money.

Under normal circumstances, Jiang Shaobai would not dare to take this bottle of wine, but today is special.

In the bathroom, Zhuang Zhoucheng filled the bathtub with cold water and Huo Yan was soaked in the cold water.

The cold water was piercing, and under the stimulation of the cold water, Huo Yan finally regained some consciousness.

She tried to open her eyes, but couldn't see who the man in front of her was.

She let out a long breath, her skin stinging from the cold water, but her body felt like a fire was lit, and the torture of ice and fire was nothing more than this.

Zhuang Zhoucheng patted Huo Yan's face, "Huo Yan, Huo Yan?"

Huo Yan's breathing was rapid, and the man's voice was getting closer and farther away. She wanted to catch him, but she was powerless.

"Hold on a little longer."

Zhuang Zhoucheng touched Huo Yan's forehead, which was still very hot.

Zhuang Zhoucheng immediately walked out of the bathroom, went into the living room, opened the refrigerator, and took out some ice cubes. When he returned to the bathroom, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the Cabernet Sauvignon in the display case was gone.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's face darkened, but he didn't have the energy to pursue the matter any further.

He poured ice into the bathtub, and Huo Yan immediately groaned in pain, as if she was about to cry.

But water with ice cubes is more useful.

Half an hour later, Huo Yan began to tremble, the blood color on his lips gradually faded, and the blush on his face turned pale.

Zhuang Zhoucheng thought it was almost time, so he carried the person out of the ice water.

In this late autumn season, even a shower with room temperature water can cause a cold, let alone ice water.

Zhuang Zhoucheng wrapped Huo Yan tightly with his large bath towel and then threw her onto the bed.

Zhuang Zhoucheng was really tired and lay on the bed to catch his breath.

The woman beside him didn't move, and there was a hint of coldness in her.

The feeling is similar to the first time I met her that night, a beautiful girl with an ethereal aura.

Zhuang Zhoucheng stared at Huo Yan's little face. She was so cold-resistant that taking an ice bath shouldn't be a problem.

Even with this thought, Zhuang Zhoucheng still wiped Huo Yan clean with a bath towel and covered her with the quilt.

He lay on the quilt with his clothes on, which was the greatest respect for her.