"Ah! It's raining, Rosie quickly collects her clothes!" Mu Chuanxia waved her little hands and kept blocking the cold water spraying at her.

"Are you awake?" Lan Yichen turned off the faucet and looked at the woman who was still a little confused about the situation, and smiled a little cruelly.

Mu Chuanxia's long, black and straight hair was all wet, and the water droplets kept flowing down the ends of her hair, dripping onto her jade-like snowy skin, forming a graceful curve.

She stared blankly at the man in front of her, then looked down at herself, and it took half a minute to react.

"Ah!" A shocking shout came, almost breaking Lan Yichen's eardrum. Fortunately, the sound insulation effect of this room was excellent, otherwise his bodyguards would have rushed in.

"Roxi, help Luo Xiu!" Mu Chuanxia grabbed everything around her and threw it at Lan Yichen.

Lan Yichen dodged left and right to avoid her attack, but when the ground slipped, he fell directly to the woman who was throwing things in the bathtub with his eyes closed.

"Ah! Go away, go away!" Mu Chuanxia was pressed by him, and his hand was pressed to her chest with great dying power, and his lips fell on her lips.

Her struggle made Lan Yichen, who had already been burned to death, even more uncomfortable. He, the eldest young master, had never been so embarrassed by any woman.

He pressed the back of her head with his big hand and kissed her pink lips hard. It took him a long time to let go of her.

Mu Chuanxia, ​​who could finally breathe, was breathing in the air in big mouthfuls. She never knew that it was such a beautiful thing to be able to breathe.

She was completely awake and remembered the scene she saw on the shopping mall led today, and clearly heard her heartbreaking voice. He got married today and married the real daughter of the Murong family. Ye Weiwei, no, it should be Murong Weiwei now.

"I didn't expect that you were good at playing hard to get. You could think of this method to attract me!" Lan Yichen said, holding the edge of the bathtub with both hands, looking at the little woman in front of him, looking at the desperate little woman in front of him.

Damn it, what kind of damn expression does she have? He has never been ignored so thoroughly since he was a child.

He pinched her pointed chin hard and forced her to look at him.

Finally, a trace of pain pulled back Mu Chuanxia's rationality. Her dispersed eyes gradually condensed, and she finally saw the enlarged handsome face in front of her.

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