C19 Shishi Come Here

The temperature in the room began to soar.

In the familiar darkness of the room, his breath shifted ambiguously from her ear to her neck. "Say something."

Wen Shishi's whole body was burning. She tilted her head to avoid his hot lips and asked, "How do you want me to reward you?"

"Hehe," Mr. Sniper chuckled. His big hands covered her lower abdomen, spreading an incredibly comfortable warmth inside her. He blew into her ear and bit it. "You know how."

Wen Shishi could not resist when he talked like that.

Even though he hadn't done anything, their mere hugging and talking had already made her feel utterly defeated.

Mr. Sniper's hoarse voice came from behind her. Then, her body became light as she was carried directly to the bathroom.

They once again acted intimately without any restrictions or shame.

By the time he was satisfied and carried her out of the bathroom, Wen Shishi was too tired to move. She curled herself up into a ball in his arms and let him maneuver her.

Mr. Sniper sat on the bed, hugging her. He let her lean her back against his chest and gently wiped her hair with a towel.

Wen Shishi had very beautiful hair, black and straight. It felt soft to the touch, like a fine piece of satin. Her hair moved flexibly around his fingers, making him reluctant to part with it.

In sharp contrast with her black hair, her skin was white ivory, seeming even more pure and beautiful. Unaware, she fell asleep in his arms, and her long, curled eyelashes were like small fans, casting a shadow over her face.

Only the starlight and moonlight illuminated the room. He could smell the fragrance of the shower gel on her body. It was fresh and clean, and her entire being was like a beautiful poem.

Wen Shishi suddenly felt a warmth on her scalp and opened her eyes hazily. She realized that Mr. Sniper was drying her hair with a hairdryer.

She quickly sat up, "I'll do it myself, I can do it …"

Mr. Sniper had spent a lot of money on her, and Wen Shishi had always been very aware of that. She felt she should take care of him, but she didn't expect someone like him to be willing to dry her hair.

Mr. Sniper grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back into his arms.

"Be good and lie down. You can sleep if you're tired."

Wen Shishi didn't dare to move. She could only let him gently run her hair through his fingers and dry it.

"Mr. Sniper …"

"Hmm?"

"I'll dry your hair later, too."

Mr. Sniper chuckled. "My hair is short, so it's already dry. There's no need to blow it."

Wen Shishi was a bit embarrassed. She bit her lips and didn't say anything for a while.

Today, she didn't cook dinner for Mr. Sniper and didn't have time to wash his clothes. Instead, she let him serve her, so she felt a little guilty.

"Then, anything you want to eat tomorrow, whatever it is, I will cook it."

Her hair gradually dried. Mr. Sniper turned off the hairdryer and put it to the side while fiddling with her black and shiny hair, "We'll talk about this tomorrow. Shishi, you promised me that you would try on a dress for me."

But then she should undress completely. Did she really dare to change her clothes in front of him?

Although the lights were off, the moonlight today was too bright, allowing him to see clearly all the furnishings in the room …

"Now?"

"Yes, now."

Mr. Sniper leaned on the bed headboard and looked at her calmly.

He seemed to enjoy seeing her flustered appearance, so he just laid there crossing his long legs and had no intention of letting her go.

No, it didn't just seem like it. He did it on purpose.

Under the white mask, the arc of his lips betrayed him.

Wen Shishi gritted her teeth.

Wasn't it just a change of clothes?

She turned, opened the wardrobe, and looked back at him sharply.

She didn't know when Mr. Sniper had changed out all the clothes in the wardrobe. They used to be all pink, but now they were pure white.

There were long skirts, short skirts, dresses, tube tops, suspenders, one-shoulders, pleated, ultra-mini, Bohemian.

Wen Shishi suspected he had bought all the white dresses on the market.

She licked her lips. "Which one do I try first?"

Mr. Sniper's gaze was burning hot, so hot that she didn't dare to look him in the eye. He was clearly getting impatient. "You choose."

Wen Shishi ran her hand along the middle row and finally picked out the most conservative one, with a round collar.

Other than her tender white arms, there was almost nothing else exposed. Her skirt was ankle-length, elegant, and beautiful.

She stood barefoot on the floor, her black hair cascading down her back as if wrapping her upper body in black velvet.

"Um … I've changed."

Mr. Sniper crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, looking at her: "Not bad, change again."

The second choice was a one-shouldered shirt with a puffy sleeve and a pleated skirt that barely reached above her knees, revealing her straight, slender legs. Even without heels, they were slim and fit, and the proportions were perfect.

These clothes had a student air, and when Wen Shishi wore them, she looked like a pure schoolgirl, like a nymph.

Mr. Sniper pointed at the wardrobe and said, "I want to see that one."

Wen Shishi gritted her teeth. He really knew how to pick.

She had deliberately avoided that dress twice before. It wasn't that it wasn't pretty, it was … too sexy.

The designer of this dress seemed to be particularly frugal- as if she was reluctant to use the cloth. It could be said to be a bra, but it was even lower, exposing the middle line. The waistband was really tight, and if not for the fact that her waist was so thin, it would probably be difficult for her to wear it.

Wen Shishi could clearly feel Mr. Sniper's fiery gaze.

"Shishi …"

She tucked her hair behind her ears and waited for his words.

Mr. Sniper reached out and said, "Come here."

She was an adult, so Mr. Sniper's intent was clear enough, she naturally knew what would happen next.

She hesitated for only a second, then put her hand gently on his palm.

The next second, she was pulled into Mr. Sniper's arms with great strength.