The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

After Huo Niannian finished bathing, she did not dare to go out. She stood at the door, holding the towel nervously.    

    

Did Gu Tingshen see it?    

    

Why didn't he say anything when he saw it?    

    

Finally, Huo Niannian gritted her teeth. She opened the door and walked out without any fear of death. She saw Gu Tingshen lazily leaning on the bed, as if he was appreciating something. She took a closer look and saw that the thing in his hand was not the painting she had drawn.    

    

"You finished washing it?"    

    

"Yes. . . "    

    

"I thought you were going to live in there. " These words were mocking Huo Niannian for staying in the bathroom for a long time. She stayed in the bathroom for a long time because she did not know how to come out to face Gu Tingshen.    

    

"That, isn't the weather hot? I will wash more, hehehe. "    

    

Huo Niannian was still helplessly holding a white towel in her hand as she walked while twisting it. She thought that she had already acted magnanimous and calm enough, but her helpless appearance and small steps had betrayed her.    

    

Gu Tingshen lazily leaned against the bed and lazily sized her up.    

    

Huo Niannian was not the kind of person that would shock people with just a glance, but she was clean and spotless, like a fairy that fell from the sky, her white and clean face. Her skin could be blown to pieces, her eyes were like stars, and her small and delicate chin was very delicate.    

    

Ai, it really made people want to kiss her.    

    

"Come here. " Gu Tingshen waved at her and placed the painting on the counter beside him.    

    

"Oh. "    

    

"Give me the towel. " Seeing Huo Niannian had walked over, Gu Tingshen got up and stretched out his hand towards her. Naturally, he took the towel over and pressed Huo Niannian's shoulder to let her sit on the bed. He then helped her wipe her hair. His movements were very gentle, as if he was treating some precious treasure.    

    

A thin breath of air sprayed on her head. Huo Niannian did not dare to breathe.    

    

Her sitting posture looked very cute. Her fingers were even pulling the fabric on her knees and her head was hanging down. Her hair was wet as she rested it on her shoulders.    

    

"Well, Gu Tingshen, actually I can. . . "    

    

"I made you uncomfortable?"    

    

"Ah, no, no," said Wang Yao. Huo Niannian firmly denied it, and then did not dare to refuse. She just obediently allowed Gu Tingshen to do as he pleased.    

    

Gu Tingshen rarely took care of girls. In his limited life, Nanny Liu seemed to be the one who had the most contact with women.    

    

Gu Tingshen had never known that a girl's hair could be so soft, even softer than glutinous rice cakes. A girl's body could be so sweet. . . It was as if all his knowledge had been messed up by Huo Niannian.    

    

Satisfied, he wiped her hair. Gu Tingshen felt a warm current flowing through his abdomen. As a mature man, he naturally knew what it meant. Feeling that his body temperature was also gradually rising, Gu Tingshen coughed dryly and covered up the strangeness of his voice. "Wipe it dry. "    

    

"Where is it? It hasn't dried yet. "    

    

Huo Niannian touched her wet hair and turned her head unwillingly. She just happened to see Gu Tingshen looking at her affectionately. When their eyes met, there seemed to be a spark that exploded in her mind with a bang.    

    

"F * ck, f * ck!"    

    

Huo Niannian could not take it anymore. She turned her eyes away and did not dare to look at Gu Tingshen. Her body felt like it was burning. How could she have this kind of feeling? Did she have a fever? Huo Niannian wanted to cry but had no tears. Gu Tingshen also felt a little uncomfortable. He took the hairdryer from the drawer and threw it to Huo Niannian.