C3 Plunder and Need

The water was on my face, and it was so cold it went into my bone marrow, but this numb cold made me happy, and the weather in April was still cold, and one hand went over me and twisted the water to the side, and the cold water turned hot again, and it was so hot that I wanted to laugh.

He poured the bath milk into his palm and covered my face to rub it. A warm fragrance made me want to laugh.

I turned around and looked at the unfamiliar man in the water. His face was a little blurry, but he was damn good-looking. He tiptoed and bit his neck. He lowered his head and kissed his lips. There was even a faint smell of the shower gel.

There is no more room for me to think. He carried me into the bathtub and his domineering eyes became much gentler. "If you don't want to, then let's do it."

I chuckled. "Do you think I'm a fairy or a celestial envoy?"

"That's what you said." He looked at me with eyes full of lust.

He no longer showed compassion for the fairer sex. He oppressed him, wishing to eat me up completely. I think I really messed with the wrong person. This is a wolf.

Actually, in our relationship, there is no need to show compassion for the fairer sex. I don't even need to know who he is. He doesn't know who I am either. It's just a one-night deal. I'm lonely, and he needs it.

From the shower room to the sofa, from the sofa to the bed, it kept going on and on, making me forget who I am.