Even her body was burning red.
Her heart was beating like a rabbit, as if it would jump out of her chest as long as she opened her mouth.
Until Henry put her on the chair in the room, Monique still couldn't think at all.
Compared with Monique, Henry looked relatively calm.
He hugged her on purpose, and he had wanted to hold her in his arms for a long time.
The corners of Henry's lips lifted unconsciously when she saw the shy expression on her face.
He reached out and took the broom from Monique.
He walked back to the broken glass at the door.
Carrying Monique on his back, Henry took a deep breath and took a few more deep breaths.
But it still couldn't be relieved.
With her thin and thin body very light in his mind. He didn't need to exert much strength to hold her with one hand.
Such a petite body and such a slender waist instantly filled his empty arms.
She just had that kind of magic power that made him inexplicably lose his heart and react again.
This feeling made him reluctant to let go.
Monique sat on the chair, his head buzzing, allowing Henry to take the broom from her hand.
She sat stiffly on the chair for a long time before she came to her senses.
Only then did she realize that her hand holding the broom was empty.
She looked up in the direction of Henry.
His handsome features, charming deep black eyes, straight nose, and face seemed to have been carefully carved in the warm light. He was incredibly handsome.
His tall and straight figure had an innate noble temperament.
He swept the glass into the basket step by step.
He wrapped the bath towel around his strong chest.
He seemed to be in a hurry just now. His body was not dry, and there were crystal clear water beads on his strong chest. They flowed down drop by drop, which was extremely attractive.
He was going crazy.
She wanted to stop thinking about it, so she closed her eyes. But now it was getting clearer and clearer.
It was so clear that she even seemed to see his fine pores clearly.
Even the delicate feeling of touching his skin before became very clear.
She couldn't bear it anymore and lifted her leg and buried her head in her knees.
This time, it was even more serious. In addition to the picture of her chest being exposed, she also saw the picture of him changing clothes and naked.
The scene was so beautiful that her face turned red.
Monique was too embarrassed to raise her head, so she had to bury her head in her legs.
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