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The pinhole camera was actually installed on top of the door, clearly illuminating her handsome face. It was so close, as if she was breathing out in orchids as she slowly approached, her red lips slightly parted, tempting. Infinite confusion.

His heart inexplicably jumped with joy, as if it wanted to jump out of his chest.

He frowned, reached out with his left hand to press against his chest, and slowly closed his eyes.

After a long time, he calmed down from his elated heart and walked out of the bathtub dripping wet. He quickly wiped the water droplets off his body and pulled a towel to remove the strong and vigorous body. Then he opened the door and walked out.

She was no longer by the door. She was like a gecko leaning against the window, staring out. She was so focused that she didn't even hear his footsteps.

"Look …" She was about to turn around and answer when she saw him pull off the towel and reveal his perfectly proportioned body. Naturally, she was able to see through his entire body.

"You have to get used to it. Furthermore, it's not like you haven't read it before! " he said indifferently, and went to the fitting room to fetch his clothes.

"Change. "State!" She cursed in a low voice and turned around to continue studying the French windows. She couldn't understand why there was no room for her to open the windows. Wouldn't it be suffocating if the windows were completely closed?

Mo Zixiao hastily changed his clothes, then turned around to see that she was still leaning against the window, feeling somewhat irritated. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "I'll be back for dinner tonight."

"Oh …" "Then I'll wait for you to eat together." "No," she answered carelessly, her mind not on him at all.

"Do it yourself!" He became more and more depressed. He only felt that her disregard was a challenge to him.

"I'll do it?" Surprised, she turned her head and pointed at the tip of her nose with her eyes wide open.

"Of course you can do it! I don't like servants in this house! What's more, I spent so much money to buy you, and not just to have you sleep with me. Feel! If not for that agreement, you would have immediately slept with me. You don't even have the right to feel it! " With a cold snort, he took out a silver-gray suit and put it on.

Even from a distance, she could tell that the silver-gray suit was definitely the work of an Italian designer. It was definitely the only one in the world, because it gave off the unique aura of a king, and even from a distance, she could feel its powerful aura easily enveloping her.

He matched it so well that he seemed to become one with it, so powerful that she shrank into herself and drew her feet together awkwardly, suddenly feeling how small and miserable she was in her towel and her hair was disheveled.

It was a bad feeling, and it made her feel that she was getting weaker and weaker against him. In an effort to restore her morale, she straightened her back and calmly said to him, "It's not that I don't want to cook, it's just that I've never really cooked before. You might not like the food that comes out. "The only thing I can guarantee is that at least the cooking will end, and the rice will not be raw."

She did not lie. Since she was young, she was the apple of her eyes in the hands of her parents. She had invited several servants over, so why would she need to make a move?

Even when she had a whim to try it, and her hand found the kitchen knife, her mother would snatch it out of her hand in a hurry, and cry out in a frightened voice: "My little ancestor, you must not touch the knife! If he wasn't careful, it could easily injure his hands! A girl's hand stretched out, beautiful and delicate as a spring onion! Most importantly, women avoid entering the kitchen and are attacked by the oil smoke. No matter how beautiful and graceful a woman is, once she is covered in the oil smoke, she will become as rude and annoying as an uneducated village woman! "

Afterwards, there would be a lot of lecturing about what kind of man should be the one to marry her before she would be able to maintain her grace and beauty for the rest of her life.

She seemed to laugh, but in her heart she disagreed.

This was because she had always believed in those words in the book. Washing her hands to make broth for her beloved man was the most beautiful and happiest thing to do.

She dreamed of cooking and cooking for Xiao Boyao every day after their marriage.

She thought how wonderful it would be to see him every day at the table, eating her cooking and drinking her soup.

Even though her hands were soaked from the oil, even though her entire body smelled of oil smoke, she still felt very sweet and happy. She wanted to spend her life sitting next to him with one hand supporting her chin as she quietly watched him slowly eat the delicacies she cooked out of love.

That scene, just thinking about it, made her feel so beautiful.

Out of her yearning for such a life, she had already enrolled in a cooking class. However, she had just paid for it, so before she could even attend a lesson, she was abandoned by Xiao Boyao on the beach in a foreign country.

Now that she thought about it, she was really stupid back then.

She was so foolishly in love with the man who had been playing with her and was looking forward to washing his hands and making soup for him and holding his hand for the rest of her life.

It was no wonder that her parents had arranged for her to get married. It was because her heart was so heartless that they couldn't rest at ease.

Now, after suffering so much, she had left her home, losing her family, losing her love, and losing her virginity. F * ck her, she won't easily trust anyone, and she won't easily let herself fall in love again.

Love was like poppies. She didn't dare to try it again.

Naturally, she wouldn't wash her hands and make soup for any man with so much love. If Mo Zixiao insisted on eating it, then what she made would be even worse than pig food.

Not to mention that she couldn't cook in the first place, even if she could, it would be strange if a dish that she didn't wholeheartedly cook would be tasty!

"As long as you can eat it!" He gave her a bland look, then turned and walked out.

"Sigh!" Wait a moment! " She remembered something that had been hanging in the air and hurried after it.

He did not stop his footsteps, much less turn his head to look at her. The arrogance of not putting her in his eyes made her extremely angry.

Not caring about his manners, not caring about offending or not offending him, she reached out and grabbed his arm.

He finally stopped, but his lips were pursed. He looked down at her hands, which were gripping his arms.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

This damnable woman actually used so much strength. Her ten fingers dug into his flesh, causing him to feel a slight pain.

Most importantly, she actually dared to wrinkle his clothes!

When she saw his murderous gaze, her heart trembled, but she did not withdraw, much less release his hand. She gathered up her courage and looked up at him, but there was a helpless weakness and pleading in her voice, "Little sister who is with me, let her go!"

"Who is she? Is it your sister? "I'm really a little curious. You two don't look stupid, but how did you two get abducted here together?" He raised his eyebrows, and his usual cynical smile returned to the corners of his mouth.

"You are wrong, she is not my blood sister. We only met today. " She swallowed and tried to explain that his opening words were an insult to her habit of oppressing her.

He was so annoying!

They had thought that he was many times better than the sneaky JASON. Who knew that his words and actions were so despicable!

If she hadn't already given herself to him, she really would have turned to JASON. At least on the surface, JASON would never speak ill of her.

"Not your sister?" His cold eyes flashed with a strange light, but it soon disappeared, so fast that she didn't even notice it. "You yourself are still in prison, do you think you have the qualifications to care about the life and death of others?"

Saying this, he forcefully broke away from her hand and quickly walked down the stairs. As he walked, he menacingly raised his hand, "Don't act rashly, otherwise, you won't be the only one out of luck!"

"Hey!" You can't be! Are you a change, too? State! As long as it's a mother, do you think so? I'm warning you, if you dare touch her, I'll fight you to the death! " Anxious, a wave of fire rushed into her brain, and irrational words escaped her mouth once more.

He suddenly stopped, his pitch-black eyes brimming with killing intent as he fiercely stared at her. An ice-cold voice came from his lips, "If you have the guts, give it a try!"

She was scared stiff by the killing intent radiating from his entire body, so she stayed still for a long time before forcing out a smile, "Sorry." Don't take what I say seriously. I'm joking with you! You are my master, you are in charge of my destiny, how can I really fight with you? "Who are you? I'm afraid I'll be shot full of holes even before I get to you!"

"It's good that you know this!" He gave her a cold look and turned back to the door.

"But at least, at least think about it carefully. I believe in my eyes and I believe in my feelings even more. Mo Zixiao, not only are you not a cold-blooded and heartless man, you're also a kind-hearted and warm man! You are just used to hiding yourself! " Unresigned, she yelled at his proud and aloof back, saying words that even she could not believe, and only wished to give it a shot.

"If you think this way, I'm afraid it will disappoint you!" He said it coldly, opened the door, and left without looking back.

"Bastard!" She screamed through gritted teeth, but only the cold, merciless slam of the door answered her.

She was extremely depressed. She didn't expect that after a few rounds, she hadn't managed to gain any power or even rescue Shen Bei'er!

Thinking of his indifference, his words that made her worry, looking down at her own kiss, and smelling the lingering smell of him on her, her anger began to build up in her again, and her fists clenched.

However, despite her anger, she did not lose her reason.

She knew that she still had a long way to go. She had only walked for half a day in a year's time. If she became impatient now, then the loser would definitely be her!

Good! Turning grief into strength, she really had to consider what she could do to steal his heart.

Only by stealing his heart would he be able to get him to pamper him and give him the money to make such a request.

It was simply humiliating to ask him for a favor now.