James was in the bathtub for quite a long time, yet he didn't have any sign to get out.
Even though it was a really nice thing to take a bath, yet he couldn't stay in the bathtub always, for it would cause him to catch a cold if he stayed for too long.
"Mr. Feng?" Christy walked near to remind him gently, did he fall asleep?
Yet she kept inspecting him, finding that his nose kept sneezing from time to time, was he in some bad dream in his sleep? Was he crying?
Did a tough man like him could have his weak side? Christy couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
"Mr. Feng!" Christy walked one more step and massaged his shoulder with some water.
It was then that James answered with a groan, open his eyes, and said, "help me wipe," as he said, he stood up from the water, drops of water rolled down from his tight muscle.
Christy couldn't even hold herself for such an ambiguous atmosphere.
She felt her heartbeat sped up, her whole body was like flared up. In order to cover this embarrassment, she turned and grabbed the towel, then lowered her head, and half-closed her eyes, then wiped his body while controlling herself hard.
After she wiped the upper body, put the towel on his body, helped him step out of the bathtub, and then took a towel to help him wipe the water on his body.
Why was a man so handsome? Tall upright posture, strong muscles, bronze complexion, how could he so sexy?
Sex eaters, whether it was men or women, who could suppress such a small excitement?
"Yes." Christy Zhong quickly wiped the water off his body and turned to the bathtub. She wanted to relieve her tension by cleaning up.
Couldn't he just look at her nervous face like this? She really couldn't do it. It felt like she's done a very wrong thing.
James went straight out. He was too tired, he just wanted to throw himself on the big comfortable bed. He didn't want to think about anything else. He didn't dare to think about it. At this time, Anran was safe in the hospital. She must be really peaceful and quiet by now?
But he didn't want her to be quiet anymore, he wanted her to wake up, even if she was to quarrel with him, fight with him, or whatever, it was much better than her present situation.
Christy was still worried, she was afraid that there was something wrong with him, even so, she suppressed the uneasiness in her heat and followed him out, said to him, "Mr. Feng, do you need a cup of milk before sleep?"
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