Wild desire tempts him to lose control

Chapter 27: He’s asleep anyway, so just take a quick look, right?

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the windows with pitter-patter.

Su Miaomiao quickly stepped forward to close the window and handed Xie Yuan a towel.

"Sir, please sit down for a while and I'll take a shower."

Because he had just cried a lot, his voice was still slightly hoarse.

I don't know why, but Xie Yuan just can't hold himself back even though he's obviously not a crybaby.

After crying for a while, I regained my senses, but fortunately I didn't continue to be embarrassed.

The weather had changed and the ferry on the island had stopped. She could only bring Xie Yuan back first.

Entered the bathroom, turned on the hot water and took a shower.

Xie Yuanduan sat in the wheelchair, wiped his wet body, and turned around to put the towel back.

A graceful figure was projected on the bathroom glass.

It's not very clear, but the hazy beauty is enough to make people think about it.

There was a splash of water inside, and she seemed unaware of the problem with the glass.

Xie Yuan slowly turned around and twisted the beads with the slender fingertips of his left hand, the rhythm was a bit messy.

"Sir, what do you want to do on the island?"

Perhaps Su Miaomiao felt a little embarrassed when she noticed that it was too quiet outside.

"Worship the Buddha!"

Xie Yuan's voice was still cold and indifferent, with no emotion audible.

Su Miaomiao thought about it and realized that there was a Buddhist temple on the island, and many people came here to see it.

"Have you booked a hotel? If not, I'm afraid there won't be a boat back in the next two days."

Bada
The hand twisting the beads paused for a moment, then returned to normal.

"No."

It would be a bit troublesome if we didn’t book a hotel and didn’t have a boat back.

Su Miaomiao bit her lip and turned off the shower.

He pulled the towel aside and wiped his body before getting ready to get dressed.

He reached for the place where his clothes were, but in vain.

Oh no, no, no, no, she forgot to bring the clothes in.

Because I live alone, I am used to taking a shower before going out to get dressed.

The clothes I just wore were soaked in water and can no longer be worn. What should I do now?
Su Miaomiao was wrapped in a bath towel and stood motionless at the door.

Hearing the sound of water stop, Xie Yuan slowly turned around, only to find the person behind the glass standing motionless.

"what happened?"

"Um……"

Su Miaomiao bit her lip, her voice sounding like a mosquito.

"I forgot my clothes. Can you hand them to me? They're in the suitcase next to the bed."

Xie Yuan pushed the wheelchair forward, opened the suitcase, and took out a white nightgown.

"And in that little bag, there are underwear."

Su Miaomiao's voice was almost inaudible.

Xie Yuan put the nightgown on his knees and opened the small bag.

After seeing the piece of underwear as thin as cicada's wings inside, his cold expression was lost for a moment.

"Are you sure it's in a small bag?"

"Ok!"

After waiting for a while and not hearing any movement from Xie Yuan, Su Miaomiao poked her head out curiously.

"Didn't find it?"

Taking a closer look, Xie Yuan found a familiar piece of red cloth lying in his palm.

It's light, thin, and transparent. The bit of cloth in the middle can't even cover his slap, and the complicated lace on the edge outlines the sexy curves.

Xie Yuan's expression was cold and his eyes were clear.

There is no trace of obscenity or probing. There is a black Buddhist bead on his left wrist, and on his right hand is the clothing that symbolizes desire.

There is desirelessness on one side and depravity on the other, but they are exceptionally harmonious in him.

How did this thing end up in her suitcase? Su Miaomiao's face turned red to the root of her neck.

Regardless of the fact that he was not wearing any clothes, he ran out of the bathroom and stuffed his clothes in. He randomly grabbed two pieces of clothing and entered the bathroom.

"This, um, should be a gift for buying clothes, I didn't notice it got mixed in."

She threw the harmful thing into the trash can, put on long clothes and trousers, and walked out as if nothing had happened.

Xie Yuan was still sitting upright in the wheelchair, looking nothing wrong.

Seeing her come out, he pointed to the bed.

"sit."

Su Miaomiao sat down obediently, and Xie Yuan took out a medicine box from somewhere.

Lifting her ankle and stepping on his knee, he rolled up his trousers, and there was a bright red scratch stretching from her thigh to her ankle, which was shocking to see. "It doesn't hurt?"

Xie Yuan skillfully disinfected and applied medicine, frowning slightly.

On the way back, she remained silent, which was tolerable.

"hiss."

Su Miaomiao let out a cry of pain and smiled sheepishly.

"I can't help it if it hurts. I can't let you carry me back!"

It was raining so heavily that Xie Yuan's wheelchair was very inconvenient on the road.

Taking care of myself is a problem, how can I take care of her as a burden?

Therefore, no matter how painful it is, I can only endure it.

Xie Yuan paused slightly: "I know."

Su Miaomiao looked puzzled: "Huh?"

Know what?

After applying the medicine, she looked at the dark rain curtain outside, and then at Xie Yuan.

"Sir, please wait for a moment. I'll go down and ask if they have any spare rooms."

It's so late, and Xie Yuan hasn't booked a hotel yet, so he can't sit out all night.

Soon, Su Miaomiao came back holding a quilt.

"I'm sorry, sir, there are no more free rooms. I have to deal with you tonight."

It was raining and the ground was damp, so I couldn't sleep.

There is no sofa in the room, just two single chairs.

Su Miaomiao had no choice but to roll the quilt into a tube and put it in the middle, barely dividing the single bed into two.

"I'm sleeping inside. If you need help with anything, just call me."

Xie Yuan watched Su Miaomiao jump onto the bed, lie down in it obediently, and turn over thoughtfully.

He opened his thin lips lightly and spoke in a deep voice.

"Xie Yuan, or husband."

"Ok?"

Su Miaomiao turned back in confusion.

He pushed the wheelchair forward and placed the beads on the bedside.

"I'm seven years older than you, you can call me Xie Yuan, or husband."

"Our relationship, called sir, is too raw."

There was a violent storm outside the window, but it was extremely peaceful inside.

At that moment, Su Miaomiao felt that Xie Yuan's handsome features stretched out, and even his eyebrows became a little gentler.

At this moment, he is not like the aloof, desireless god or Buddha, but a mortal with seven emotions and six desires.

Su Miaomiao looked at him, opening her mouth slightly as if she was bewitched.

"good husband……"

It wasn't until Xie Yuan entered the bathroom and cast his shadow on the glass that Su Miaomiao came back to her senses.

Isn't it? When she was taking a shower just now, could it be seen outside?

Even with just a vague shadow, Xie Yuan's superior physical condition can be seen.

Broad shoulders and narrow waist, standing at least 185 by visual inspection.
After briefly washing himself, he came out in a wheelchair wrapped in a bath towel.

Su Miaomiao had already turned her back and pretended to be asleep.

Xie Yuan said nothing and turned off the light.

Then the mattress beside her sank slightly, and she knew that it was Xie Yuan lying next to her.

Not long after, I heard him breathing evenly, obviously falling asleep.

Su Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief and turned around cautiously.

The light from the corridor leaked in, giving it a dim glow.

Xie Yuan's body is extremely powerful.

He was shirtless and had a towel draped around his waist.

The cold white complexion and eight well-proportioned abdominal muscles were extremely lethal to Su Miaomiao.

She felt a little dizzy and her mouth was dry.

He reached out his hand uncontrollably and tapped his abdominal muscles.

"Are all those who worship Buddha ruthless and desireless?"

From the moment he held the sexy...underwear, to now he lay calmly with her after taking a bath, from the beginning to the end, he had not lost any composure.

In my mind, I couldn't help but think of Wan Sui's words.

Either he can't, or he likes men.

As if by mistake, Su Miaomiao's hand fell on the bath towel, ready to move.

Anyway, he's asleep, so just take a look, he should be fine, right?
(End of this chapter)