Wen Zhiyao remained composed, a reaction that Jiang She had never expected from her.
"You are getting quite bold these days, aren't you afraid that I will punish you?" In the next second, Jiang She's lips covered hers, silencing the words he didn't want to hear.
"What punishment? Hmm…"
Not until Wen Zhiyao surrendered did Jiang She let her go.
This punishment was rather good. Using it more often might serve as a permanent reminder for Wen Zhiyao.
"Stay here and behave. I'm going to take a shower, as long as you don't misbehave, I won't punish you easily, unless you specifically ask me to." Jiang She helped her tuck in the duvet.
He then got up and went to the bedroom.
Soon, the sound of running water streamed in, and his silhouette reflected off the glass door.
Wen Zhiyao quickly turned away, reluctant to take one more glance.
Her face burned.
Jiang She had an excellent figure, broad shoulders, narrow waist, eight-pack abs, and muscular, every bit manly.
