Silly Concubine Allure: Uncle, I want to divorce

Chapter 177 Prince, I Don’t Know You 10
He was half-submerged under the water, the water surface was hazy, and he couldn't see clearly what was going on underneath.The upper body was naked, glowing with heat, and smoky.His face was slightly rosy due to the temperature, and his eyes became darker.

She lowered her head, pinched the box with her hands, and tightened it tightly.

"Why don't you answer?"

"The servant is ignorant and doesn't know what to answer." After a pause, he continued, "I'm afraid I'll offend the master."

"Hehe..." He laughed softly.

With her head lowered, she could still feel the hot and restless eyes locked on her body.

Gritting her teeth, she picked up the box and turned to leave.

"Slow down." He stopped it aloud.

After a while, she lowered her head and smiled bitterly silently.That's all, since you can't hide from it, why not just face it.

Life.

Golden Mai Mai.This is fate.

your life.

"What's your order, Master?" Turning around, she half-kneeled by the bathtub, asking respectfully.

"Raise your head." Without the familiar tenderness, the man's orders were always irresistible.

Raising his head, he finally met those deep black eyes, as if a century had passed, the brain was connected to the heart and lungs, and there was a momentary blankness.Dazedly.

he.A little thinner.

God's will tricks people, who would have imagined that people who have been away for a long time can meet again.

she thought.

He is the scar on her heart.

The wounds are scarred, and there is nothing but remnants.

I can't forget it, just because I can't get rid of the scars.

who ever thought.

No pain comes from not seeing.

Not to read is rooted in not wanting.

It's ironic that she would be reduced to this.

The way he looked at her, except for a moment of absent-mindedness, gradually became strange, and finally completely indifferent.For some reason, she read a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

What is he disappointed about?
Or, what about an illusion?

"What's your name?" He asked lightly.

"Mai'er." The voice was normal, not trembling, or anything unusual.Jin Maimai, you are an actor, acting is your greatest skill, that's it, very good.You have to remember that the person in front of you is just a cloud that has long passed.

"Mai'er." He murmured, with a daze appearing on his face, he repeated: "Mai'er."

"Yes. The maidservant's name is Mai'er." Jin Maimai stared into his eyes and said slowly.

"What's your last name?" He blurted out, a little eagerly.

She froze for a moment, surprised by his reaction: "Chu, the surname is Chu."

"Chu Maier?"

"Yes."

He nodded and didn't say anything else. He only glanced at her attire and the things in her hands, and asked casually, "Are you the maid who takes the bath?"

"Yes."

"Then serve." He stood up from the water, and she hurriedly lowered her head not to look at him.

Soon.

Only when she raised her head did she see that his lower body was wrapped in a towel, and he stepped down the steps and walked to the couch.

Jin Maimai stared at the familiar figure from the back, thousands of emotions flashed through her mind, but she finally overwhelmed her forcibly, got up and followed.

He stopped talking, lying on the couch, his long wet hair covered his back, covering his well-proportioned muscles.

Seeing that she hadn't moved for a long time, he tilted his head slightly, looking in a direction for which he didn't know why.

Jin Maimai was a little embarrassed, stood not far away, and said slowly: "This is the first time for me..."

He was not surprised.

Stretching out his finger to the box in her hand: "There is fragrance in it, the function is to drive away fatigue and concentration."

It turned out that she wanted to give her a massage.

Jin Maimai reacted immediately.

(End of this chapter)