Chapter 80 Ambiguous Provocation

  When soldiers take a bath, whoever washes slowly is limited by time and must use the fastest speed.

  This estimate is the easiest, and it can adapt in a short period of time.

  Lu Nianwen raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a skeptical expression: "Are you sure it's clean?"

  Meng Yang raised an eyebrow, leaned over her body, and whispered ambiguously: "Is it clean or not? You can check it out soon."

  After finishing, he also caught her slightly trembling slender hand, and the other hand tried to calm her tense emotions. However, holding her hand slowly and firmly continued to probe into his own body.

  Lu Nianwen only felt a dry throat, but she didn't expect Meng Yang to be so bold. God, his body was so hot and solid, she had already felt the powerful shock of those muscles that were not exaggerated but very tangible.

  Her small hands trembled, her fingertips barely brushing against him, and Meng Yang's breathing suddenly became heavier, his hot breath spraying against her ear. She could already hear the suppressed sound of his voice. Feeling that he was going to continue further, Lu Nianwen was scared stiff, and the power that had disappeared re-condensed once again, instantly pulling her hand back out, her face seemingly radiating heat.

  In the oppressive space, there was only her shyly lowering her head, and Meng Yang's heavy and turbid breathing.

  After some thought, Lu Nianwen quickly opened the car window, signaling him to calm down. She was really admirable for thinking of this at this moment, and she was too sober. Meng Yang leaned back in his seat, calming the excitement that had spread through his nerves and body, which had been tense all along.

  A faint bitter smile, was it tormenting the girl or himself? Alright, he admitted, having something in front of him that he wanted to eat but couldn't, was really painful.

  She let out a soft breath and pulled Lu Nianwen, who was still astonished by her bold move, into her arms: "Little cutie, how does it feel?"

  Lu Nianwen was startled by him and replied subconsciously, patting her chest to calm down: "What feeling? It's very hard."

  It's often the case that people blurt out the truth when they're in a daze, and Meng Yang was delighted to hear it. He confidently thought that he had someone by his side who was much better than Shang Yu: "Actually, there are even harder places, do you want to touch them?"

  Heavens, Lu Nianwen was no longer blushing but emitting hot air. What was he saying? Oh heavens, had his own words been misunderstood? "I-I-I, I meant to say that your muscles are very hard and you have a great physique."

  "I know, but I'm saying my body has even harder places..." Meng Yang laughed shamelessly, completely switching from infatuated mode to black-bellied mode. He ambiguously licked the hand that Lu Nianwen had pressed against his lips, then looked at her as if she had been startled and quickly withdrew it. Really, too damn cute.

  "Drive, or we'll be late." Using this as an excuse, Lu Nianwen didn't dare to look at him again. Meng Yang's behavior just now had almost made her eyes pop out - it was too bold. However, she couldn't help but recall the memory of his physique, which was really great, with those firm muscles that could already imagine his shape, and then there were water droplets slowly sliding down from his body, followed by the feeling of her fingertips lightly brushing over him, and the power hidden within...

  Covering her face, Lu Nianwen thought to herself: "Let's try again. How could she have become a seductress? It's just a man's body, not like I've never seen one before. I often attend fashion shows, I've seen even more daring things than this. Can't hold back over just this?"