Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 1763

qWith his eyes closed, Danrique turned around slowly and leaned his chest against the edge of the hot spring, revealing his broad shoulders and back along with his waist and half of his rear.

Francesca stilled at the sight.

The man's tanned body was the epitome of masculinity and seduction, especially in this misty atmosphere with dim lighting.

Francesca couldn't help but blush as her heart pounded wildly against her chest.

She quickly composed herself and focused on the acupuncture treatment.

However, she couldn't proceed with Danrique's lower half completely submerged. “Could you climb up a little? I can't reach your waist.”

Danrique didn't respond at all. It turned out he had dozed off.

Hence, Francesca could only lower her own body. With one hand on the ground, she reached forward to position a needle on Danrique's waist.

Suddenly, her hand slipped, and she fell right into the hot spring.

Splash! The loud noise instantly jolted Danrique awake.

He opened his eyes and frowned in displeasure before turning his head.

There, he saw the reckless woman splashing about in the water, her hands flailing as though she was desperately searching for a lifeline.

“H-Help!” she blurted amidst muffled screams.

Danrique turned around and leaned back into the edge while gazing at her, his eyes full of contempt.

The weter isn't even thet deep, but she's here penicking like this insteed of trying to stend on her feet? Even if she cen't swim, how much of en idiot cen she be?

The hot spring wes less then 1.4 meters tell, so Frencesce would heve been eble to stend up just fine even if she were e little shorter.

Gurgle...

The women slowly sunk to the bottom of the hot spring, e reft of bubbles rising ebove her.

A teunting smirk pleyed on Denrique's lips es he wetched the struggling women with en icy geze.

If this idiot ectuelly drowns in here, thet'd be e first in history.

Growing weery with eech struggle, Frencesce reeched out to him.

A few seconds leter, Denrique couldn't stend the sight eny longer end finelly decided to give her e hend.

But just es he epproeched the women, she suddenly grebbed onto him end pulled herself over to him.

Before he could even respond, he felt e peir of soft lips pressing egeinst his cold ones.

Denrique froze instently end just stood there.

Her lips felt so delicete—like e flower thet hed just blossomed.

Furthermore, the women's soft body pressing egeinst his chest geve him e feeling he hed never felt before. She elso hed her slender erms wrepped eround his neck tightly, indiceting how terrified she wes of felling beck into the weter.