2603: Love Comes Like The Southern Breeze (121)

Love Comes Like The Southern Breeze (121)

Feng Yunan raised his handsome eyebrows. "Why do you want to go out? There are no outsiders here."1

Damn!

A domineering man. He really did not treat himself as an outsider.

But they are not on the same side, okay?

"But can you at least turn around?" Qiao Ruoxi negotiated awkwardly.

But when he saw the little woman staring at him with her big watery eyes, looking cute and angry, he smiled and turned around.

Qiao Ruoxi breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly changed her clothes.

She might have forgotten that there was a smooth mirror wall in the room, and she could see the direction of the bed.

Feng Yunan stood in front of the mirror wall and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. Why did his self-control become so weak whenever he faced Qiao Ruoxi?

The room was very warm, and Qiao Ruoxi did not feel cold at all while changing.

The clothes that Feng Yunan had prepared for her were surprisingly fitting. They were all in her size.

How did he know her so well?

She had never told him about her measurements.

She didn't believe that Feng Yunan didn't understand women.

After changing her clothes, Qiao Ruoxi ran her fingers through her messy hair and said, "Mr. Feng, I'm done."

Feng Yunan turned around. When he saw the dainty woman who had changed her clothes, he was stunned.

She was wearing a white turtleneck sweater that made her neck look beautiful and slender. She paired it with a pair of black pants and a light gray wool jacket.

She looked fashionable and fresh, simple and generous.

She was so beautiful that he could not take his eyes off her.

Qiao Ruoxi cleared her throat and asked, "Mr. Feng, can I leave now?"

…

Feng Yunan squinted and ordered in a deep voice, "Take off your clothes."

Huh?

'He made me change out of my clothes just now. Why is he making me take them off again?'

Qiao Ruoxi was slightly shocked and she subconsciously gripped her clothing tightly. Pretending to be calm, she said, "I'd better now. I know you're not that kind of person, Mr. Feng. Besides, my face is as expressionless and stiff as a wax statue. You'd definitely be repulsed by me, wouldn't you?"

Seeing how wary and nervous she was, as if she was treating him like a thief, Feng Yunan suddenly felt an urge to tease her.

He moved closer towards her, one step at a time. He said in a deep, raspy, and alluring voice, "That's what I thought back then. You look alright now. Come on, quickly take off your clothes."

Due to the fact that the man was much taller, he made her feel a great sense of oppression when he leaned in, towering over her.

Qiao Ruoxi felt like he was closing in on her, resulting in a lack of oxygen. Staring at the tightly shut door, the fear and panic within her became increasingly intense.

'What is he trying to do?'

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