In the bathroom, Evelyn didn't notice anything at all. The water spouted from her head and fell to the ground. She couldn't hear anything else at all. After washing herself, she opened the door, but she was stunned.
On the white double bed, the man was wearing a dark blue silk nightgown with a belt around his waist. Whether it was intentional or not, a piece of his collar was pulled open, revealing his full chest muscles and a few abdominal muscles. The black hair on his head was still a little wet, and his handsome face looked more three-dimensional in the dim light.
At this time, he put one hand behind his head and the other on his side. Seeing her come out, he patted the bed, opened his thin lips and said, "Come here."
There was a hint of ruffian in his deep voice, like a hooligan who was flirting with a beautiful woman on the street.
She felt her heart skip a beat. His posture and expression were so out of line, but his actions were unusually provocative. Was he probably good-looking?
In the middle of the night, a man and a woman were alone in the room.
It was extremely ambiguous.
She took a deep breath and suppressed the trembling in her voice. She tried her best to make her voice sound normal. "I remember that I locked the door."
The man raised his eyebrows, and there was no hesitation in his eyes. He shook the key ring on his hand self-righteously and said, "You have locked the door, but this is my home."
His gaze swept across her whole body, from her hair to her toes. Through the nightgown, he seemed to see her fair body inside. The man's eyes were as deep as ink. He repeated, "Come here."
It was the same, but this time, it was a bit more domineering and domineering.
She looked at him warily and said, "Get out. The child is still awake."
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