Prince brother is sticking to me again

Chapter 329 Everywhere He Touched You Must Be Cleaned! (two)
When entering this room, if there wasn't a girl inside who just wanted to undress and take a bath after listening to Yingying's order to leave, everyone would think that this was what he had prepared for himself.

The room was dense, and under the shade of the bead curtain was the whole bath, which still exuded a faint fragrance. The hot air wafted out from the cracks in the curtain, wrapping the two of them like a light veil.

She wanted to confirm whether she washed it herself or something else, but he dragged her in.

The bead curtain was lifted by his hands that did not restrain any strength, and they clanged against each other with a crisp sound that lasted for a long time.

"Let go of me, I, I can be myself... ah!"

She regretted that she didn't ask when she wanted to, and was easily hugged by him before she could speak.

Her whole body was almost thrown into the pool.

As soon as she was thrown down, she choked on the water. The warm water was just right, but she didn't feel comfortable because of it.

On the contrary, it is uncomfortable.

The discomfort of double suffocation.

He also came down, but he came step by step with pride and confidence.

As soon as she got her head out of the water, she was still thinking about whether she could get up, but he held her down so hard that she couldn't get up at all.

The clothes were soaked and stuck to the body, which was very uncomfortable.

But he didn't care that she hadn't reacted from the warm water that suddenly invaded her whole body, picked up the wooden ladle beside him, scooped up water and poured it on her head.

The warm water mixed with flower petals poured down, got into the throat and nostrils, choked so painfully, spit out several mouthfuls and poured back more.

He won't stop, she can only adapt.

He poured it down one after another, rinsing off the residual warmth left by other men.

He said that if you want to wash clean, you have to wash clean, not kidding.

She wanted to push away his hand that was holding her down, but she couldn't do it anyway, because her leg was also pressed by him.

Even in the water falling down like a curtain of rain, she seemed to be able to gradually open her eyes.

She looked at him, her lips moved a few times, and she hesitated to speak.

She didn't know what to say to him at this moment.

Tell him to stop, or beg him to stop?

His eyes are red.

So is she.

It's just that he was angry at her.

She was drenched red by him.

He didn't throw away the wooden ladle in his hand until he felt enough.

Then Utah rubbed her head himself.

Just like what he saw just now, how the man touched it, he had to touch it back.

It's just that she wasn't the same as when he saw her, she didn't make any expression, and she didn't say angrily that he bullied her.

How cute is she?She is not cute at all.

He looked down at her.

This is already the third time, the two drowned chickens looked at each other.

But it feels completely different from before.

Her black hair floated on the water as if forming a net.

Because of being drowned and breathless, her cheeks were reddish, and her sparkling eyes were even more shining with the water.

A petal was attached to her lips. There were already his teeth marks on her lips, and they were a little swollen, and the wet blood stains were diluted to drip, forming a strange and beautiful picture.

He couldn't tell whether there were tears on her face or pure drops of water.

"Are you satisfied?"

Her tone was indescribably choked, and it was even more difficult to tell whether she was crying or not.

He is satisfied.

But also more dissatisfied.

(End of this chapter)