Baby! Be good! Don't be afraid! Your husband isn't a wild animal!

"I wasn't thinking anything." She tried to get out of his arms, but he held her even tighter.

"I wasn't thinking anything. I didn't even notice you walked in." He smelled the faint scent of shower gel on her, lifted her chin, and said, "You're all clean now? Finally, you're not a dirty little kitten anymore."

Hearing this, Gu Zhihua remembered how the other woman had been disgusted by her tears, and she said angrily, "When I cried just now, only my tears got on your shirt, I really didn't have any snot."

Mo Yeting couldn't help but chuckle. "It's not that I dislike you, it's just that I... have a cleanliness obsession."

Just now on the mountaintop, he could tolerate her snuggling against him, her tears soaking his shirt, which was already his limit. It was only when she leaned against him and cried so unrestrainedly that he felt disgusted with her. It wasn't that he disliked her, but rather that he was sick, a germaphobe.

Gu Zhihua met his eyes. Was he explaining something to her?

"You have a great figure," Mo Yeting said, changing the subject.

She suddenly noticed Mo Yeting's gaze shift to her chest...

"You pervert!" She then realized she was wearing a camisole underneath. She quickly pushed him away, pulled her robe tighter, and her face immediately turned red.

He was called a hooligan, but he laughed happily.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down; this woman always managed to make him lose control.

Gu Zhihua quickly changed the subject, "I have a request..."

"Hmm? What request? Tell me about it," he asked with interest.

"Could you give me a cell phone? Also, I lost my ID card and SIM card, and I want to get replacements, is that possible?" she asked cautiously.

"If you kiss my cheek, I'll say yes." He bent down slightly and brought his face closer to hers.

Gu Zhihua bit her lip. That scoundrel of a man is too wicked.

She hesitated for a moment, thinking, "What's wrong with a kiss on the cheek? They've already kissed, what's there to be afraid of?"

Mo Yeting saw through her little scheme, a sly glint in his eyes.

Gu Zhihua made up her mind, and decided to kiss him. She mustered up her courage and was about to kiss him when he turned his face and his lips met hers perfectly.

Gu Zhihua kissed his thin lips, her eyes widening as she tried to pull away...

Mo Yeting held her head with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist, deepening the kiss.

He was wearing a bathrobe with the collar open, and she was wearing a slip dress. They were close together, and he could feel her beauty.

Mo Yeting felt he had brought this upon himself; he was instantly aroused, but he still couldn't resist wanting to kiss her. She was like a poppy, with a fatal allure.

It took him a long time to end the kiss. He didn't want to force her on a whim. Beautiful things are best when both people are willing. He would wait a little longer and wasn't in a hurry.

Her face flushed red from the kisses, and her robe had slipped down to halfway down her arms, revealing her alluring figure in the slip dress underneath. She quickly put her robe back on and pulled it back up.

Mo Yeting was very restrained, and his low, husky voice came out, "I will have Leng Yan take care of these things tomorrow. You should get some rest."

After saying that, he turned and hurriedly left the room.

Watching his departing figure, Gu Zhihua breathed a sigh of relief.

Although this man was unpredictable, at least he didn't force himself on her.

Mo Yeting returned to his room and ran straight to the bathroom.

I turned on the shower, and cold water poured down from above, cascading over my beautifully defined eight-pack abs…

He took a deep breath. Every time, he only brought it on himself. How much longer would he have to take this cold shower?