Crossing Worlds Provocation

There was a powerful aura all over his body, like a natural king.

When Wen Xian walked in, looking at the hazy figure in the bathtub, his heart missed a beat.

He only felt that he was trapped in the mist, and he seemed even more mysterious and unpredictable.

The arc of the side face is cold and determined, perfect.

The lower collarbone, strong and broad arms, is looming.

Wen Xian almost felt lost when she saw it, tears streaming out of her mouth.

"What are you doing so slowly? Just so reluctant?"

Suddenly, the man in the bathtub looked over, and through the misty mist, his stern eyes were like eagles, as if to penetrate her directly.

Wen Xian almost weakened his legs, and walked over quickly: "I'm here, why would I be unwilling? People are too willing."

Of course, just as she watched as she came to the bathtub, suddenly the soles of her feet slipped--

"what……!"

Wen Xian screamed suddenly, and only felt that when she was about to fall to the ground, her own arm was suddenly caught by someone, and she went straight ahead, the next second—

"Puff...!"

There was a huge splash of water in the bathtub, and she fell into it.

Wen Xian was forced to gurgling and drank several sips of bath water. When she struggled to lift her head from the water again, she was soaked and coughing violently.

The damp hair pressed against his cheeks, like a lotus flower, but it was a little embarrassing.

Because she was blushing with choking cheeks, the tears of coughing were almost coming out, and she fell into the bathtub.

On the opposite side of her, the one who was directly opposite was---stern Captain Marine who said nothing.

Just look at her like that.

Lu Xiao stared at her, lips lightly opened, and said lightly:

"I just asked you to take a shower for me, but you want to drink my bath water, Wen Xian, I really underestimate you."

"Ahem... you... ahem!"

Wen Xian pointed at him, coughing worse for a while, his small face was especially red, not choking, shy, or angry.

After Lu Xiao said, his slender eyes scanned the shelf next to him, and his arm pulled a white towel directly.

He leaned forward, scooped Wen Xian's body forward, holding her small face in one hand, and wiping her wet eyebrows and hair with a towel in the other.

When Wen Xian slowly came over, her chest was still slightly undulating, and her breath was disturbed. She looked at him and her cheeks were still red: "The beauty of thinking, who wants to drink your bath water."

No matter how embarrassed, she made him feel wronged and couldn't drink his bath water.

As soon as she said this, Lu Xiao's wiping action slowed down, and finally, she slightly pinched her small jaw.

Under the hazy mist, the man opposite Wen Xian had a clear and obvious collarbone, smooth and perfect shoulder and neck muscle lines, wide and strong shoulders, contrasting her narrow, white and tender, it was full of strong hormonal breath.

The face is cold and perfect, like God's most perfect masterpiece.

But now, he pinched her chin, his face approached her a little bit, and finally, the hot breath fell on her cheek, blending with her.

Wen Xian's body was almost soft.

But at this moment, when she listened to Captain Marine, she said in a low and dull voice:

"Why, isn't it delicious...?"

Wen Xian's cheeks seemed to be reddened by the heat, and her whole body was limp--