Chapter 2002 Should I Help You, or Should You Help Me (4)

The deep and deep voice, with his usual magnetism, was as seductive as the night intoxicated by the spring breeze. It sounded in Fang Chixia's ears, and her skin was a little hot.

His words were naked flirting.

This kind of thing was as simple as drinking tea and water for him.

Fang Chixia stared at his wound for a few seconds, climbed up his shoulder, and pinched his wound hard with her fingertips.

Luo Yibei frowned and took a breath.

"Mr. Luo, you should heal your wound first before thinking about these problems!" Fang Chixia glanced at his face calmly, let go of her hand, turned sideways, and undressed with her back to him.

Her actions were not too deliberately evasive.

In front of him, she was not hypocritical at all.

In front of him, she took off her clothes one by one, and then soaked in the bathtub and took a bath by herself.

Snow-white skin, as white as jade under the reflection of water droplets, ice-like skin and bones, perfect back, clear and flawless side face, clear water droplets slide down the fingertips, dripping on the water surface, making a crisp sound, and tiny flowers blooming on the water surface.

Luo Yibei's eyes were fixed on her smooth naked back, watching the water droplets roll down from her fingertips and slide down along the thin bones of her back, and his eyes dimmed a little.

Fang Chixia didn't look behind her, didn't notice his eyes, and continued to take a bath.

Her slender legs stretched in the water, grabbed a handful of petals placed in the bathroom, sprinkled them on the water surface, and kicked her toes to spread the petals evenly.

The breathing of the man behind her seemed to be a little heavier under her action.

Fang Chixia's body stiffened with her back, but she ignored it.

After soaking in the water for a few minutes, she stood up from the water.

Luo Yibei's eyes followed her figure, and his eyes were fixed on her waist, which was so slender that he could probably hold it with one hand, and his eyes became darker.

Fang Chixia still ignored him, took the bath towel next to her, wrapped herself casually, and wanted to walk out of the bathtub.

One leg stretched out of the bathtub, but before she stepped out, Luo Yibei's hand suddenly stretched out from thin air, grabbed one of her ankles, and pulled it slightly.

Fang Chixia's body was caught off guard, and she staggered and fell into his arms.

Boom!

There was a very dull sound, and water splashed all over the ground. The bath towel that had just been wrapped was completely wet under his action.

"Luo Yibei, what are you doing?" Fang Chixia was a little annoyed by his behavior, her head floated out of the water, raised her hand and pushed him.

Luo Yibei stared at her wet face deeply, brushed away the wet hair that stuck to her face with his fingertips, pressed her body against his chest, and kissed her lips after groping for her lips.

His passion was suddenly ignited like a volcano, and he kissed her very hard.

It was not the light pecking and sucking before, but fierce biting, chewing, and swallowing.

While kissing, he kept rubbing his body against hers.

His body was hot and hard like a branding iron, and his muscles were bursting, full of masculinity and strength.

Fang Chixia was kissed by him and felt weak, dizzy, and confused.

"Luo Yibei, the wound is bleeding!" Fang Chixia stared at the gauze wrapped on his shoulder and pushed him to remind him.