CHAPTER 885: CHAPTER 906: NANGONG BING’S PETITE BEAUTY

Entering the room, Lin Zifeng dared not think too much.

Now his clothes were already stained with watermelon juice. If he didn’t clean it up soon, he’d definitely face suspicion at home, and Zhao Xuemo had stirred up quite a bit of heat in him too.

Upon entering the bathroom, a wave of feminine fragrance greeted Lin Zifeng’s nostrils.

The bathroom’s decor belonged to the more luxurious type.

From the bathtub to every tile, he could sense that Zhao Xuemo was a woman with a delicate heart, especially with her love for home surpassing everything.

He couldn’t afford to admire it any longer. First, he took off all his clothes, washed the watermelon juice clean off his shirt, and then took a cold shower.

...

Outside, Zhao Xuemo was also nervous to death, tiptoeing into the room, first poking her head in to check if Lin Zifeng was really showering.

Then she gently walked into the room, went to the side of the bed, and quietly took away that set of mannequin.

But just as Zhao Xuemo picked up the thing, Lin Zifeng unexpectedly poked his head out of the bathroom.

He originally just wanted to look for some paper or the like.

Instantly—

Their eyes met, Lin Zifeng’s wet hair all slicked back, his chiseled, cold and stern face handsome beyond belief, the sight of his muscular chest sexy to the point Zhao Xuemo’s eyes sparkled a bit.

Time seemed to freeze...

However, the three-second gaze made Lin Zifeng quickly retract his head, eyes wide, leaning against the bathroom wall, with trepidation thinking to himself: Damn! She, she’s not thinking about that, is she?

In an instant, after a series of mental scenarios, the more Lin Zifeng thought, the more scared he became.

Imagine, a man showering, with that kind of comforting thing in the room too.

And Zhao Xuemo came in at this moment.

Could it be...

Lin Zifeng simply dared not imagine!

...

Seeing Lin Zifeng shrink back sharply, Zhao Xuemo was also momentarily taken aback.

Then a faint blush appeared on her cheeks, her heart racing to the extreme.

This misunderstanding was really huge now.

Especially, she was holding that kind of thing, how could Lin Zifeng not misunderstand?

But imagining Lin Zifeng’s strong physique, Zhao Xuemo’s face became even hotter, even her earlobes felt warm.

The most embarrassing part for Zhao Xuemo was that she actually felt a flutter of emotion.

In order to get out of the current predicament quickly, Lin Zifeng was so anxious his face turned pale.

He grabbed a pair of underwear from the shower rack and put it on, and within less than five seconds, he was fully dressed. He carefully peeked out to see if Zhao Xuemo was still there.

Seeing Zhao Xuemo was not in the room, he was elated.

He quickly opened the door to leave, but just as he was about to step out, Zhao Xuemo came out of another room.

"You, you’re leaving now?"

Zhao Xuemo blushed, looking utterly flustered and embarrassed inside.

"Uh, hehe." Lin Zifeng turned back and smiled, but it was a very bitter one. He said, "Minister Zhao, there’s some business at home tonight, so I won’t disturb you. I’ll visit you at home when I have time."

"But..." Just as Zhao Xuemo was about to say something, he was already gone.

Suddenly, the entire vast house became somewhat empty and quiet.

This loneliness made Zhao Xuemo’s heart suddenly feel void, a woman at her age, still in the prime of her life, who wouldn’t yearn? Who wouldn’t want a man?

But...

Staring at this empty, lonely, cold house, the solitude of a single person is always so lonely.

Half a minute later, Zhao Xuemo only then reacted, giving a wry smile.

It was as if she’d lost her soul, walking step by step into the room.

After a while, she finally noticed that set of mannequin her friend left behind.

An evil thought emerged spontaneously, but she suppressed the evil thoughts inside.

Finally, after a fierce internal struggle, she actually walked dejectedly to the thing.

She gently opened the box, her slender, soft jade fingers trembling as they slowly brought the box to her eyes, her breathing rushed, her face blushing.

In the end, she put it down and ran to the bathroom to take a cold shower, to quench her evil fire.

But upon reaching the bathroom, Zhao Xuemo’s cherry lips formed an O-shape!

The underwear she had organized was actually taken away by someone!

Just as she was about to lose her temper thinking it was a prank by her junior, her gaze swept to the side and saw a pair of black men’s boxers hanging on the rack.

Oh my God!

Zhao Xuemo covered her lips with both hands, her eyes widening as she took two steps back.

Could it be he wore her underwear away? Thinking of this, Zhao Xuemo felt a line of black slowly creeping down her mind.

...

After leaving Zhao Xuemo’s house, Lin Zifeng ran several hundred meters before finally hailing a taxi to head home, but he felt his underwear was somewhat tight.

"Bro, where to?"

The driver laughed and asked.

"XX Villa," Lin Zifeng replied.

Being asked by the driver made Lin Zifeng not pay much attention to his underwear issue.

The recent scene popped up in his mind terrorizing him, if again...

Thinking of this, Lin Zifeng was covered in cold sweat.

The journey was mostly silent, soon he was home.

Pushing open the door, Nangong Bing had come home particularly early today, seriously reviewing new materials in the living room, seeing Lin Zifeng push the door open.

The woman was first delighted.

But she noticed Lin Zifeng’s pale face, and some fine sweat on his forehead.

"You, what happened?"

Nangong Bing frowned, somewhat distressed, asking.

"Are you sick?"

"Nothing," Lin Zifeng plopped onto the sofa, wiping his sweat.

"Really nothing?"

Nangong Bing looked at him suspiciously, her heart aching, yet she poured him a glass of water.

"Here, have some water."

The more enthusiastic Nangong Bing was, the more terrified he became.

"Not back tonight?"

"No, they both returned to the villa tonight, won’t be back." Nangong Bing smiled slightly, her noble, cool demeanor at this moment having a bit of a girl-next-door taste.

"Uh, hehe, that’s good. That’s good."

To calm his highly agitated emotions, Lin Zifeng put down the glass of water, slowly stood up, wore a smile but it wasn’t friendly: "Well. Since they’re not here, should we do that thing?"

What happened at Zhao Xuemo’s place had stifled him, and to quell his lust, he had to take a cold shower. Not making up for it now felt like an injustice.

Moreover, having neglected Nangong Bing for so long would certainly plant some bad seed in a woman’s heart. But he didn’t know he wore the wrong undergarment. Who knows what would happen if Nangong Bing found out?

She might even have the desire to kill him.