Urban drama: Me! I collide with Bei Weiwei at the very beginning.

Her cheeks involuntarily began to flush.

"Madam, would you like to take another shower with me?" Zhen Shaoxiang continued to entice, "I can help you scrub your body."

The relationship has reached this point.

These kinds of heavy-handed jokes are a better seasoning.

Bei Weiwei had already begun to observe his figure...

But in the end, reason prevailed.

"No way, you lecherous husband, manager."

He then decisively went out and closed the bathroom door behind him.

I stood there and took a deep breath.

Thinking to myself... what should I do? What if he really comes later? I have to think of a solution!

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As Zhen Shaoxiang took a hot shower, he felt uncomfortable in his feet, so he simply pulled his slippers aside.

It would be funny if you slipped and fell.

I used some shower gel, rinsed off quickly, and was done in three minutes.

After wiping myself dry, I put on my boxer briefs and went outside.

After stepping into Weiwei's bedroom again.

I saw her inside, bent over, busy with something.

"Weiwei, what are you doing?"

"I'm making the bed."

"..."

As Zhen Shaoxiang approached, wasn't that right?

The bedside and the area near the window were already covered with blankets.

That's an incredible, amazing feat!

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"Madam," Zhen Shaoxiang called out softly again.

Bei Weiwei squatted down and turned around.

Seeing his shirtless appearance, my eyes widened in shock, and my blood began to rush...

Those delicate lines didn't seem to have been preserved for a long time, but rather looked like they had been practiced only in the last month or two.

But it perfectly matches the aesthetic preferences of Easterners.

Those large muscles actually make many East Asians feel a bit disgusted.

"You, why did you come in without any clothes on..."

"My shirt is all wrinkled from sleeping in it, how am I supposed to wear it tomorrow?"

"That's true..."

Bei Weiwei's cheeks grew increasingly hot.

She realized what was happening.

"You sleep in the bed, I'll sleep here."

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Zhen Shaoxiang approached.

He placed his arms directly on her shoulders.

“What if I don’t say no?” he said softly, his eyes filled with tender affection. “I want to sleep with my wife.”

"..."

Bei Weiwei was also somewhat unable to withstand his attacks.

That invisible charm was almost enough to break her defenses...

050: They both closed the door and killed each other.

Being flirted with by Zhen Shaoxiang like that, Bei Weiwei felt as if she had been hit hard.

Every cell in my body is trembling, and my health bar is about to be depleted.

I made the concession as if by some strange impulse.

She didn't dare look him in the eye, keeping her head lowered.

"Sleeping together is okay..."

He then raised his head again, his expression serious.

"But you can't touch me. My parents have very good hearing, what if..."

She couldn't speak.

What if I make those moaning noises and get caught red-handed?

Wouldn't they both be locked up and beaten to death?

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That's a statement...

That's very meaningful!

Does that mean it's okay if she's not in a place where her parents aren't?

Zhen Shaoxiang wouldn't insist at this point; doing so would only backfire.

For a girl like Bei Weiwei to make such concessions, he's already incredibly shrewd.

To know.

To this day, Bei Weiwei remains committed to the rule of not getting married.

"it is good."

Hearing his response, Bei Weiwei was finally relieved.

"Then bring your clothes over and hang them here."

It's still quite rational.

"it is good."

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Close the door.

Turn off the lights.

That softness, that fragrance.

Although it was just one step away from the finish line, it didn't diminish the fact that it was a romantic night.

The feelings we had while embracing and kissing at this moment were completely different from those we had when sitting or standing.

Inside the quilt.

She took his hand from her body.

"Manager, stop scribbling! I'm not sleepy anymore..."

"Even if it's not Mo, judging from how nervous you are, I don't think you'll be sleepy," he said softly.

"You're really something! Why are you so calm? Do you often sleep with girls?"

"No."

"Liar."

"Go to sleep."

Zhen Shaoxiang slipped his hand through her slender waist and half-turned her delicate body onto himself, a soft guarantee.

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After the tension subsided.

It was a kind of tranquility that transcended everything.