Chapter 529 - Which Set (1)

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Armando returned all in wet. Just as he was about to enter the room, the door next was opened. Sissy stood inside and looked at him with a smile, "Hi! I'm back again."

Armando entered his room and was about to close the door when Sissy followed in, "Why don't you ask me why I came back?"

"Why do you come back?" Armando asked.

"For you." Sissy looked at him, "Hurry! Go change."

The bathroom here had no door. It was covered by a light curtain that hid nothing.

Standing outside, Sissy could see thick hairs on his long legs under the curtain. He had strong legs with tense muscles on his calves. When he bent, she could see his arms with vines. He was changing his underwear...

Sissy looked straight. Armando turned around as if he felt her gaze.

"Your photos I took are a huge success on Weibo. Many people are interested in you and they asked me to take more photos, so I came back." Sissy sat down on his bed, shaking her legs, "What do you think? Are you willing to?"

Armando put on a T-shirt and came out. He had been tanned a lot, probably because he had worked a lot on the mountain these days. He was stronger, revealing the shape of muscles though wearing a T-shirt.

Sissy looked at his body and then his face. He was not very handsome, but he looked genuine.

"It's up to you," Armando said.

A Tibetan villager was knocking from the outside. Armando answered but failed to catch his meaning. Armando looked up at Sissy and asked, "What did he say?"

Sissy was stunned and said, "He said that someone is looking for you..." She paused before continuing, "It's a woman."

Armando looked different and dashed out like a gust of wind. When he was out, he felt that it was impossible, but kept his hasty pace.

He stood under the eaves and saw the woman carrying her suitcase in the rain.

He seemed to be frozen still.

Janessa recognized the address on the photo, but it took her efforts to find here. She was worried that Armando would go back in advance, so she rushed here.

The Tibetan natives invited her in, but she was worried about finding the wrong person again. Hence, she simply stood outside and waited.

It suddenly rained along the way. She couldn't carry her suitcase with an umbrella, so she threw it and came in the rain. Anyway, she had to change clothes at night.

Sissy followed out and saw Armando standing still. She looked at the woman in the rain, "Is she here for you? Why are you...?"

Before she could finish asking, Armando suddenly rushed out.

Janessa heard the sound and turned around. A black figure rushing over and embraced her, with warmth passed through from his broad chest. She shivered.

He smelled different but still soothing.

"Armando, you're infuriating." She sniffed her frozen nose, "If I catch a cold, you're done."

Feeling his chest trembled, Janessa looked up in disbelief, only to find that he was laughing. The rain soon wet his half-dry hair and his newly changed T-shirt.

His taut and clear muscles were displayed.

"What are you laughing at..." Janessa stared at him with astonishment.

Armando kissed her regardless of anything, placing his arms tightly around her waist. His large palm held the back of her head, not allowing her to escape.

The cold rain fell on their faces, blurring their vision. Janessa grabbed his arm and struggled. Failing to push him away, she kicked him.

Armando did not dodge and took it. He picked her up to the house with a smile.

"Put me down! Armando!" Janessa exclaimed.

The Tibetan natives originally thought that he and Sissy were a couple, and even prepared to arrange them in a room. They immediately realized their guess was wrong after seeing Armando kissing the woman, so they went to fetch hot water with a smile.

Only Sissy stood on the corridor and sighed.

'I thought I would have the chance.'

She looked up at the lonely suitcase in the rain and recalled the scene just now.

This was her first time seeing him smile so happily.

'Well. I forgot to take a photo.'

For some reason, Sissy felt that the woman looked familiar.

Armando carried Janessa into his room and quickly took off her clothes. When Janessa was screaming, he found her a blanket, took a bucket of hot water from the natives, and thanked them. He then closed the door and put a chair against it.

The door here couldn't be locked inside.

Janessa was watching the room. Not to mention the air-conditioner and TV, the bed was hard as stone with no quilt. The floor was made of bricks. The wind would sneak in on cold rainy days.

"Take a shower." Armando brought the bucket into the bathroom and mixed the hot water with the cold. He threw his towel in it and put a large T-shirt on the bed.

Janessa walked into the bathroom covered in a blanket. She frowned and as she squeezed the curtain, "Where's the door?"

"I won't look at you," Armando said, turning his back to her.

Janessa was lost for words and went in with a blanker. She couldn't find a stool after taking off the blanket. She asked, "Where do you put the blanket?"

Putting it on the ground would be okay.

"Give it to me." Armando turned around.

Janessa did not say a word.

He could see her body behind the curtain, which could not cover her slender jade legs. She stepped on her foot out of cold, with her toes round and beautiful.

She stretched the blanket from underneath.

Armando took it and stood still.

Janessa looked back and found that he was facing her. There was only half a curtain between them, which could only cover her upper body. She bent to find a towel covering her.

The moment she bent to take the towel, her bosoms were revealed.

She simply rinsed herself and covered her breast with a towel, "Where are the clothes?"

Armando picked up the T-shirt from the bed and handed it over.

Janessa took it, held it, and said, "Bring my suitcase in. I'll wear my clothes."

"Your suitcase is wet and your clothes are probably wet too. Wear this." Armando said.

"No. Open it and you'll know." Janessa was so cold that she almost got goosebumps in anxiety, "Hurry up and find me an underwear."

Armando thought that it was fine if she didn't wear it, but he still obediently moved the chair away and opened the door.. The suitcase was outside the door, probably moved by the Tibetan natives.