After rejecting my celebrity husband novel Chapter 361

Chapter 361: Chapter 362: Close the Door Before Watching

Luo Xiaoqian bravely lifted her gaze and met his eyes, "There’s a bathtub inside, I’ll go run the water for you first!"

Although she felt shy, his hands were very important, and to protect his hands, she would do anything for him.

It’s just bathing, at most, she wouldn’t look at him... Wouldn’t that be alright?

"No need," Leng Zimo lightly kissed her lips, "Go rest, I can manage on my own."

She always had thin skin, and he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. Furthermore, he knew very well that if she really did help him bathe, she probably wouldn’t get any rest for the rest of the night. After being up all night, she was already tired; he simply couldn’t bear to touch her again.

"Then... you take off your clothes, and I’ll send them to the staff to wash!"

He didn’t bring clothes with him, and it wasn’t practical to go buy them at this hour. The hotel offered laundry services, and if she took them now, they would be ready to wear first thing tomorrow morning.

"Okay!"

This time, Leng Zimo didn’t refuse.

He turned and walked into the bathroom, and soon after handed out the clothes he had taken off. Luo Xiaoqian carefully folded the clothes, put them in a bag, and delivered it to the service desk.

Returning to the door of the room, she opened it and was immediately greeted by the sight of Leng Zimo standing in the hall wiping his hair, wearing nothing but his underpants and a bath towel.

Although they had become this intimate, Luo Xiaoqian was still seriously observing his body for the first time.

Leng Zimo was very tall, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, the classic inverted triangle model physique. Different from the currently trendy slim men, his body was the kind that seemed slender in clothes but muscular when undressed.

From shoulder to chest, whether it was his back or front, the muscles were just right, neither too soft nor effeminate nor so muscled as to be a muscle man.

One side of his hair seemed not to have been dried properly; the short, wet strands hung down, allowing water droplets to drip from the tips, falling onto his shoulder, then gliding down his chest muscles, over a slightly defined abdominals, disappearing into the depth of the towel...

Perfect physique!

Leng Zimo glanced sideways at the person standing in the doorway in a daze.

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