Late at night, Shihuang club.

In the bathroom, the light was dim and the water was splashing.

Every time Jing Nian couldn't bear to get out of the cold water, he was pressed back by the big palm of the man beside him.

Cold and hot, the two sides of the sky.

The physical pain caused her to lose her sanity several times and wanted to knock down the male creature next to it.

"If you can't stand it, there will be scandals flying tomorrow morning, when your own reputation is ruined, and old age can't bear the excitement... that Bo Xusheng's purpose has been achieved."

The man's low, cool voice was wrapped in cold reason and sarcasm, and the words clearly entered Jingnian's ears.

Annoyed that she wanted to scold others.

She clenched her teeth, broke her lips, and pinched her thighs.

He has never been cruel to himself.

After trying all kinds of self-abuse, I finally woke up a little bit.

At dawn, the woman's blurred eyes disperse the last hint of femininity, and she looks at the man who has pressed her all night in a sleepy look.

In the wheelchair, Bo Qianshen's facial features are handsome, his eyes are cold, his body is filled with restrained and expensive temperament.

Obviously soaking the clothes, but not half of her embarrassment.

Jing Nian watched the drops of water on his forehead's short hair drop into the sexy chest that unbuttoned the two shirts, and his body was inexplicably hot.

It has been crippled for eight years. This man is as handsome as he always is!

Even more mature and restrained than before, she was so sexy that she wanted to commit crimes.

I thought again that I had laid Bo Xusheng into a vegetative and lay for half a year, precisely because that scum scolded him with the words she couldn't hear...

"Nian Zheng didn't return to Beicheng. Last night was the bureau set by Bo Xusheng for you. I didn't expect you to be so stupid."

The man's calm voice without a trace of emotion interrupted Jing Nian's trance.

She was shocked in the water.

The next second, wet reel's little hand grabbed his trouser legs, and the misty eyes looked closely at him, "Do you know my brother's whereabouts? Is he still alive?"

Yesterday afternoon, Jing Nian received a personal letter from Nian Zheng, asking her to meet in Shihuang.

She read it several times, it was Nian Zheng's handwriting, and most people couldn't imitate it.

Then, she received a strange text message that Bo Qianshen would appear in Shihuang.

……

The handsome man frowned.

She lowered her eyes and swept her pale fingers holding her trouser legs. They soaked in the cold water of the night. The heat of her fingertips still penetrated the thin fabric so clearly, spreading all the way...

"Is that still uncomfortable?" He did not answer the question.

Jingnian shook his head unconsciously.

"Come out first and change your clothes." The man's cool, big hands clasped her white arms, and the thick fingertips touched her tender skin, bringing out a string of crumbs.

Jing Nian trembles.

She was pulled out of the bath and her legs became soft, and she threw herself straight at the man in the wheelchair.

She swears, not intentionally.

The hand that was nowhere to be placed in the panic touched the man's... uh... the palm of his hand changed like a thunder blast in her mind.

In the moment of the blankness of her brain, she was already pulled up by the man.

"Take Miss Jing to change clothes."

The man's tone was low.

A waitress came in from outside the door. He stepped forward to hold the soaked Jingnian and politely shouted, "Miss Jing, I will help you out."

The man's hand retracted naturally.

Jingnian stood still.

Her eyes are fixed on the man in the wheelchair, red lips tight, cheeks flushed.

The empty palm is still hot.