After the Duke said a word, he got up and left with a smile that was not a smile, leaving behind Wen Jinghan, who was full of fire, and stared at the people in black.
"A room has been arranged for you, please come with me." A cold young housekeeper appeared suddenly, breaking the rigid atmosphere.
Wen Jinghan followed him into the guest room and closed the door before slowly calming down. The Duke of Canterbury's intentions confused him a bit, and he himself knew the Duke's cleanliness or arrogant machismo in choosing his lover. In this case, he should be safe, but since he has no intention, what is the matter with showing that inevitable gesture? For the first time, Wen Jinghan felt a little nervous in his heart, because his opponent was really hard to see through. Wen Jinghan can only focus on thinking about what kind of bargaining chips to use to negotiate conditions with the Duke and strive to obtain key evidence.
He was alone until someone brought dinner, and then it was dark and the Duke was never seen again. Wen Jinghan breathed a sigh of relief, put water in the bathroom, and started to change the clothes to take a bath and sleep. Night attack or something, that Duke Roush with his nose upturned should be disdainful of doing it.
Before Wen Jinghan's clothes were turned over, the door clicked.
Wen Jinghan stood up silently, holding her clothes in her hand, and slowly turned her head. Sure enough, the Duke was standing at the door, his eyes scanning Wen Jinghan up and down like a ray.
Wen Jinghan pursed her lips: "Sir Duke, it's very late. If you're saying good night, you're too polite. Good night then, see you tomorrow."
The Duke's face was expressionless, but his eyes stopped on Wen Jinghan's mouth.
… What is this weird atmosphere like! Wen Jinghan was about to go berserk when the Duke's footsteps suddenly moved, and he strode straight towards him.
Wen Jinghan took a step back, her whole body tense, her eyes fixed on his movements.
The duke was almost touching him before he stopped, put up a hand, and trapped Wen Jinghan between the wardrobe and the wall. The warm breath almost brushed over his neck, Wen Jinghan twisted her face, and the clothes in her hand had been pinched into a ball by him.
The tip of the duke's nose lightly touched Wen Jinghan's cheek: "What does it smell? Did you spray perfume?"
Wen Jinghan resisted the urge to punch him and said, "You have lost your sense of smell. I don't have any perfume on me, I just smell like sweat."
The Duke raised his eyebrows: "That must be Xianghan. What word do you have there? Oh, Xianghan is dripping. It sounds very picturesque."
Wen Jinghan wasn't stupid enough to ask him what kind of picture he was looking for. He used his toes to figure it out. It was definitely not what he wanted to see. It is necessary to dispel some small signs of this man. He is not a woman. Using his body as a weapon to achieve his purpose is only a last resort and a helpless choice, and there is absolutely no second time.
"I remembered, I never wear perfume, but Brother Chen will use it. It must be his smell, you know, we are almost inseparable, we are together day and night." Wen Jinghan can only take this thing that he didn't want to mention. Come and disgust the man opposite so hard to get away.
Hearing this, the Duke frowned, put down his arm supporting the wall, and kicked back two steps.
Before Wen Jinghan was glad that she had escaped, she saw the person on the opposite side reach out like lightning, neither guarding nor daring to block, so she was pulled over and directly resisted on the shoulder.
"You're crazy! Put me down!" Wen Jinghan cried out in shock, slamming the Duke's back with his elbow. He could have foreseen that the next moment he would be thrown onto the bed at once.
However, things were completely out of his expectations, and Sith Canterbury carried him directly into the bathroom. Pfft! Without pity, he threw Wen Jinghan into the bathtub that had been filled with water.
"Cough cough..." Wen Jinghan, who was soaking wet and choked on the water, got up and coughed while leaning on the edge of the bathtub.
"Since you don't smell good, wash me from the inside out." The Duke said coldly, looking down at Wen Jinghan whose clothes were soaking wet.
The water was moderately hot, but Wen Jinghan seemed to have a raging fire burning in his body. Growing up, no one could easily make him irrational and angry, and the emotions that had been suppressed for many days were on the verge of bursting, so Wen Jinghan completely lost control.
"I'm fucking you xx!" Wen Jinghan directly pulled over some bottles and cans by the bathtub, and smashed them at the opposite person.
The Duke didn't seem to have expected Wen Jinghan's reaction at all, he was a little sluggish, and when he dodged again, it was too late, and he was still hit by a few cans on his arm. His eyes sank a little, "You really need training, you are too savage."
brutal? ! Wen Jinghan almost jumped into a rage, I call it savage, who is the person who just picked up the person and threw it into the bathtub? Gentleman? ! ! !
The duke seemed to be going up to teach this disobedient new darling a lesson in person. He stepped into the bathtub with one foot, reached out and pulled Wen Jinghan over and tore his clothes.
"Damn gringo!" Wen Jinghan separated his hand with a backhand, and strangled his neck with the other hand. The two scuffled without image in and out of the bathtub.
"Go to hell!"
"Little wild cat you-"
"asshole!"
Pong pong pong, crackling-
Tom and Jerry, the dutiful men in black at the door, looked at each other for a long time and wiped their saliva together: The boss is so brave this time - oh, so fierce - it sounds too heavy...
The duke had no idea that Wen Jinghan was still a bit skilled, and with a lot of strength, he couldn't break free for a while, and was focused on his face by his random fists and scratched his neck. (Actually, Wen Jinghan's only remaining sense of reason is to control himself not to use all his firepower, or to retain his strength, otherwise... )
During the tussle, they didn't know what they encountered. When the two noticed that the bubbles in the bathtub had overflowed, they were even scattered between the movements, floated into the air, and slowly scattered again. Just in the falling bubbles, the two suddenly stopped moving as if they were switched on...
"Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha... Cough, haha..." Wen Jinghan suddenly burst into laughter uncontrollably, smashing the water in the bathtub while laughing, splashing more bubbles.
The duke's clothes outside the bathtub were torn to one side, there were suspicious red marks on his neck, water marks and shattered bubbles were all over his head and face, and he seemed to be in a state of embarrassment. The pervert in the women's bathroom was thrown out after being beaten by a group. It is estimated that he has never been so ugly in his life, Wen Jinghan suddenly felt very relieved, his anger subsided, and he couldn't stop laughing happily.
The Duke, who had lost his patience and was about to strike hard, was also in a complicated mood. He never disdain for his lover to use force, that is no different from rape, there is no beauty at all. He likes to use various methods to make the other party submit to himself and accept him obediently. But it is fun to play petty tempers, to fight against him very ignorant of current affairs, and even use force to meet him for the first time, which completely pissed him off (unreasonable==). But Wen Jinghan sat in a pile of white foam and laughed wantonly, no matter how embarrassed he looked, it couldn't block the pure and dazzling light in his eyes at all, even if it was because he was laughing at himself. At this moment, the Duke very much wanted to explore this man more carefully, to see how many strong emotions he was hiding, to see how far he would persist, and even more to see where the bottom line of his tolerance was. This process may be very interesting, and the final result may be a surprise, and the Duke is looking forward to it.
"Wash up, go to bed, and come down at nine o'clock tomorrow morning to have breakfast with me." The Duke straightened his collar as if nothing had happened, leaving Wen Jinghan, whose laughter stopped abruptly, and walked out of the bathroom gracefully.
Wen Jinghan, who had finished venting regardless of the consequences, suddenly regretted it. He would rather the Duke hang him up and beat him up, rather than ending it peacefully. Beneath this calm, there must be a deeper whirlpool and danger, and this mighty perverted duke definitely keeps his ultimate move behind.
Since the step of taking revenge, he seems to have been constantly asking for trouble, stagnating, and even deviating from the original direction uncontrollably. Is it really too ignorant to make the wrong decision? Wen Jinghan's mood suddenly fell from high to low, feeling a little depressed...