Compared to the calm exterior of the small cabin, the inside was a stark contrast.
It was too intense.
Wen Xian felt she had never seen such an ardent Lu Xiao, wildly holding her tight, as if he wanted to merge her into his very bones and blood.
Lu Xiao called her a lunatic.
Perhaps she truly was a lunatic, abandoning everything to find him, and she really did find him.
In the end, Lu Xiao directly carried her, turned around, and walked inside.
Ultimately, he pressed her down onto the sofa in the cabin.
Wen Xian's breath was somewhat disordered, her voice had turned hoarse: "I haven't showered yet."
The sofa was soft, new, making her sink right into it.
His voice was even lower, hoarse: "Then let's shower together."
Lu Xiao bent over, his hand tugged at his collar, and in an instant, the V-neck thin velvet shirt was pulled off, revealing his solid chest muscles and lean, strong eight-pack abs.
Wen Xian's vision swayed, feeling dizzy.
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