C2 Be Honest!

"Ugh…"

Without any precautions, she was thrown into the bathtub. Before she could even cry out in pain, the cold water rushed towards her.

She was so shocked that she shouted, "Ah!"

She struggled to get up from the bathtub.

However, the man just pressed one of his arms against her, as if he wanted her to wake up. His face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he looked cold and heartless.

"Be more obedient!"

How could Lucinda be obedient?

He wanted to try watering her.

She struggled with both hands, but she didn't know which one touched the man's neck. It was as if she had grabbed onto the last straw of hope, and she desperately grabbed onto it, refusing to let go.

She used the man's body to climb up.

Corey had a sinister expression on his face, and he was even a little angry. He wanted to break her hand.

Unexpectedly, her other hand also wrapped around him.

In the end…

His feet slipped under the girl's forceful pull, and he fell into the bathtub with her.

His clothes were quickly soaked, and the girl's hot body temperature easily seeped through.

The girl cried out in agony, "I feel so uncomfortable…"

It seemed like she couldn't get rid of the discomfort in her body. She pouted and kissed the man.

Corey only wanted to pull her down, but he didn't expect that his lips would be covered by a soft layer of skin. It carried a faint milk fragrance and easily entered his nose.

At that moment, he felt a colorful flower bloom in his head. An electric current passed through his body, causing him to tremble slightly.

It was as if it was not what he had imagined.

His deep eyes were filled with blame, confusion, and surprise!

He took a deep breath and suppressed the heat in his body.

He was a little flustered and exasperated.

However, the girl was still not obedient. She twisted and turned under his body, desperately wanting to get up.

"Don't move! If you move, I'll deal with you here!"

Although the man's tone was cold, one could hear that his voice had suddenly become hoarse.

This sentence was indeed useful. Lucinda became obedient.

However, she did not let go of him. The bathtub was too big and was filled with water. If she let go of him, she would fall into the bathtub again.

The cold water was still rushing down, but it was all poured on Corey’s back.

He reached out and closed the tap. When the girl was scooped out of the bathtub, both of them were drenched.

The girl was still hugging him tightly and rubbing her body greedily. It was obvious that the cold water was useless to her. The medicine had not worked at all.

Corey carried the girl back to his bedroom and took off all his wet clothes. He threw them onto the bed and threw a blanket over her. The blanket obediently laid flat on the bed and covered the girl.

He took out his phone and made a call. "Hawk, go back first. I'll be back tomorrow night. Watch over those brats. Don't be lazy!"

After hanging up the phone, he looked at the girl on the bed and raised her chin. He asked in a low voice, "Who am I?"

Lucinda was forced to raise her head. Her misty eyes looked at the man who was drenched in water. She smiled faintly as if she was laughing at his embarrassment.

"Corey!"

"Yes, remember, I'm your husband!"

The man's voice was sexy and mellow. It was also the last sentence Lucinda could still hear.

The night had just begun, and the light of spring had long been submerged in the lingering darkness.