C12 Chapter 12

The layout of each room was exactly the same as the decorations. Qiao Huan didn't notice anything amiss as she immediately turned off the lights in the room and then quietly sat on the edge of the bed.

Her thoughts were in disarray from what she had just seen, and now that she was faced with the embarrassment of what she was facing, she could only keep adjusting her breathing, trying to calm herself down.

Night had suddenly quieted down, and her breathing had gradually calmed down. All of her attention was focused on listening to every single movement within the room.

Suddenly, the door was opened by someone with a 'kacha' sound.

The light suddenly dimmed.

Afraid that she would be exposed, Qiao Huan didn't dare to raise her head. After nervously swallowing her saliva, she hastily jumped onto the bed behind her, pulled the blanket over her, and tightly wrapped it around her.

What should he do? What should he do?

Her heart was pounding.

Not to mention that this wasn't her wedding night, even if it was her wedding night, when a woman faced her first time, she would still feel nervous. Furthermore, she didn't even know the appearance of the man standing in the room …

Qiao Huan was completely covered in a blanket, and she could feel a steady, powerful pace approaching the large bed she was on.

She gripped the sheet tightly and her breathing began to quicken.

Just when she thought she was about to face that moment, she heard the sound of the bathroom door being turned. Suddenly, the sound of water splashing began to come from inside the bathroom.

When the sound of the water stabilized, she secretly stuck her head out and held her breath as she looked around.

Fortunately, he didn't turn on the light … And he was apparently bathing in the bathroom.

She was slightly relieved.

She only thought that tonight was to complete a 'mission'. Although she convinced herself so, her heart still couldn't help but be nervous. In the end, she had to remind herself that it was just a thin film in her heart. It didn't matter.

It was a waste of time. She took off all the clothes on her body first …

This was the first time she was lying naked on a large bed, and like an ancient concubine, she seemed to be waiting to be 'blessed'.

The feeling of being completely naked did not make her feel good. She was completely tense.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door was wrenched open.

The scent of a bath, mixed with the unique scent of a man, entered Qiao Huan's nose in an instant …

"Ugh …" Her breath finally caught in her throat.

Suddenly, the blanket covering her naked body was lifted by a certain man …

Her eyes were closed, as if she was fully prepared.

However, when his aura stuck close to her, other than feeling the scorching breath that he sprayed onto her neck, she could also faintly smell a faint, pleasant male scent …

She seemed to have come into contact with this aura before, but she couldn't remember where, and her body felt an inexplicable chill at this moment.

The man's body pressed down …

She had expected him to say at least a few words to her, but there was nothing, and his strong hands held her firmly by the head of the bed.

She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing herself to let him do whatever he wanted, even though she was scared to death.

She thought that she was going to cooperate with his kiss and play along with him, because this was like the wedding night between husband and wife …

Unfortunately, his following actions completely deviated from the warm scene that she had expected …

His iron-like arms tore open her legs …

She could clearly feel a wave of heat pressing against something in her body that had never been touched before.

Is that all?

Doubt existed in her mind.

Shouldn't a romantic wedding night be a full-fledged foreplay? Why did she feel as if the man covering her body was merely venting his desires?

Suddenly …

"Ahh …" A scream rang out.

"What the hell are you doing?" The man chanted in a low voice.

In the darkness, Qiao Huan, who had her eyes closed, had no idea how ugly the expression on the man's handsome face was.

One had to know that to be interrupted by a woman's scream at a crucial moment was something even more unbearable than death.

Qiao Huan's hand was in his grip. She struggled to get away from him, then reached under the pillow to feel the square of foil wrapping paper …

"Hey …" "My dear …" She called to him affectionately.

His burly body leaned over her, and his dark, deep eyes watched her in the dark.