"Yes! It's late. Go to bed early!" Henry gave her a deep look.
She had looked at her room many times.
She really didn't want to be with him at all.
Henry was a little disappointed.
But it was indeed very late. It was time for her to rest. She had to practice dance tomorrow.
Eh!
Monique looked up at Henry, her long and thick eyelashes trembling.
He had just been so intimate with her.
Monique always thought that he would do something next.
For example, those things.
He had always been so domineering.
When he suddenly became so reasonable, Monique suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
It turned out that she was the only one who wanted to throw himself down.
He had never thought so.
She touched her forehead, so shy!
However, what Henry said made Monique, who had been in a bad mood, relax for a moment.
She put down her guard.
"I, I didn't mean that just now!" Monique pursed her lips and couldn't help blushing again.
She looked at him.
He was still wearing the clothes he had just come back.
The gauze on his hand was a little dirty.
It must have been dirtied when he helped her put on her slippers.
Hearing this, Henry's dark eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes.
"What's that?" Henry raised his eyebrows slightly.
There was only her small shadow in her deep black eyes.
Monique felt the warmth in Henry's eyes, and her cheeks began to burn again unconsciously.
She was so nervous that she couldn't speak coherently. "Have you taken a bath?"
"What do you mean?" Henry asked in a low and hoarse voice.
Henry's dark eyes stared at her deeper and deeper. Her black and thick short hair was casually scattered on her palm-sized face.
Her delicate face was flushed.
It was like a ripe apple.
Her red face opened and closed, and her mouth was pink.
It made people want to get close to her.
"It’s that you can take the shower first!" Monique's mind went blank. She didn't know what she was talking about at all.
Monique found it hard to believe that these words came from her mouth.
In the middle of the night, she asked a man to take a shower.
She was so ashamed that she wanted to escape underground.
Monique couldn't help covering her face with both hands in shame. "I really didn't mean that. Do you believe me?"
Henry didn't seem to expect that Monique would suddenly say this, and his eyes darkened slightly.
He could clearly see that her face was so red that it was almost purple.
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