On the 45th floor, a complex apartment.
The decoration style is elegant, with soft carpets, beige sofas, beautiful crystal chandeliers, and retro furniture. There is an elegance everywhere, but it is hard to hide the warmth. This warmth does not match his overall temperament.
She looked left and right, but she couldn't see anything about raj singaniya that remotely related to Wenxin.
Cold, silent, and tough were her impressions of Raj singaniya.
Throwing a bathrobe to her, "Clean yourself up, I have something to tell you."
"Mr. Jiya, I..."
"Clean up after yourself!" Raj said every word, very coldly.
Jiya suppressed his temper. As soon as he closed the bathroom door, he clenched his fist and waved it in the air. Damn it, what a pervert, what a damn ice cube. She was the one who was missing the first night. She was the one who suffered. He was the one who took advantage of others. Why are you so righteous? Is this also him?
Jiya was angry, and now she realized, why did she follow him back? She must be out of her mind.
With rajsinganiya's romantic level, a man and a woman alone...
Damn, warmth, you really didn't realize it until later.
She has always been a really optimistic person, but after thinking about it, she has done it once anyway, her innocence is gone, so she will stop being pretentious, and the man may not fall in love with her.
She changed out of her soaked clothes. She couldn't help it. She even changed out of her underwear. She couldn't help it because they were all wet. She washed them hastily and threw them into the dryer. The man's bathrobe was very big and wide, and she wrapped it tightly. Seriously, after seeing that there was no problem, I opened the bathroom door.
Wearing nothing underneath, the warmth is awkward.
Raj singaniya took off his tie and loosened three buttons of his jacket, revealing his toned chest and slightly rolled up his sleeves. His whole person looked wild and unruly, exuding a sense of danger.
God is really unfair. You gave him the most gorgeous appearance, and also gave him the noblest background, temperament, and charm. You even gave him a perfect figure. God is so short-sighted. How can you make all the men in the world so embarrassed?
The same rice feeds all kinds of people.
"Mr. Jiya, I want to ask you..."
"Be my woman!" Before jiya Desai could finish his words, he was interrupted by Raj singaniya. The man was decisive, domineering, and his eyes were burning.