Boss, Your Babies Are Raising Hell

"Tonight, I will sleep here." He calmly said, not to discuss, but to order.    

Seeing his cold face, Xiong Miao was worried that he would not let her go tonight.    

She stammered, "I, I am not feeling well..."    

"I am just sleeping." His handsome face was calm.    

"Alright." Xiong Miao was skeptical. He really only wanted her to sleep here and not do anything?    

However, she was at his house now and did not have the right to speak.    

"I haven't taken a shower yet." She wanted to find a reason to escape.    

"I'll take a shower here." He said.    

What else could she say?    

"I'll go get the clothes." After saying that, she was about to leave.    

"Stop right there!"    

Xiong Miao obediently stopped her footsteps and turned her head to look at him in puzzlement.    

"Go wash it like this." His eyes were deep like a bottomless pool.    

Xiong Miao,... "" Do you want me to wear yesterday's clothes, or am I naked?    

Didn't we agree that it was just sleeping?    

However, Xiong Miao did not dare to disobey.    

She walked to the bathroom, closed the door, opened the shower, and took a shower.    

After the shower, she did not have any clothes to wear. Yesterday's underwear could not be worn at all.    

When she turned around, she saw that there was a pink bathrobe hanging in the bathroom. It was a small size, and it was clearly a woman's bathrobe.    

Why was there a lady's bathrobe in Zhan Yeling's bathroom?    

Could it be that there was a woman who lived here before, and it was left behind by Zhan Yeling's ex-girlfriend?    

Just now, Zhan Yeling was wearing a gray bathrobe.    

It was not a couple style with this one.    

Xiong Miao took off the bathrobe and found that there was a hanging tag on it. It turned out that it was brand new and had not been worn.    

Only then did she put it on without worry. She would not wear clothes worn by other women.    

Since it was new, then put it on.    

She opened the bathroom door and tightened the bathrobe on her body. She walked quickly to the side of the clothes. It would be good to find some clothes to put on.    

"Come here!" Zhan Yeling's non-negotiable words rang out.    

Xiong Miao could only brace herself and walk to his bedside.    

He stretched out his hand towards her, "Come up."    

Xiong Miao gave his hand to him. His big palm wrapped around her small hand and used a little force to pull her up.    

Because of the gravity imbalance, she accidentally fell into his arms.    

She was so anxious that she wanted to get up but was hugged by him.    

Even through his clothes, she could feel the blazing and strong feeling of strength coming from his chest.    

She panicked and wanted to get up, but the strength in his hands increased.    

"Don't move!" he said.    

Xiong Miao obediently listened and did not dare to move.    

Only heaven knew that she was only wrapped in a bathrobe. Being hugged by him like this, no matter what, she felt danger.    

She did not know if he was wearing any clothes inside.    

His hot breath sprayed over her head, as if he was enduring something.    

After a long time, he seemed to have calmed his breath, put her down, and let her lie on the bed.    

Xiong Miao's tensed nerves relaxed slightly, and she fell asleep with her back facing her.    

Behind her, the man was pulling her clothes.    

She was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on and immediately turned around, "What are you doing!"    

"Take off your clothes and go to sleep." He rarely finished explaining, but he had already taken off her only bathrobe.    

Xiong Miao,... "" Are you sure it was just sleeping?    

After that, he also took off his bathrobe.    

Xiong Miao immediately turned her head away and did not look at him. She still maintained her posture with her back facing him.    

Her arms were crossed in front of her chest and her legs were bent. She was very uneasy.    

The person behind her laid down and her blazing chest was pressed against her back.    

When his skin came into direct contact with her skin, the hot temperature of his body passed through her back to her heart. Like a flame, it roasted her heart, testing her endurance.