Luo Yibei lay quietly on his back, letting her control him the whole time.
Fang Chixia had no expression on her face from beginning to end, even when she helped him wipe his lower body.
She didn't feel embarrassed, and her unmoved face looked like she was arranging a handicraft.
After wiping Luo Yibei's body, she helped him find some comfortable clothes to change into. Then she changed into a quick towel and wiped his face.
Her hands didn't linger on his face, and she simply scrubbed it for him. After all the work was done, and when she stood up and prepared to walk to the bathroom, Luo Yibei's body suddenly turned over again.
Fang Chixia watched his movements calmly, secretly observing his reaction.
Luo Yibei seemed to be too hot. He frowned and pulled the collar of his clothes several times.
He turned his body sideways, as if he wanted to change his position to sleep.
His eyes never opened.
Fang Chixia breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to get up and leave. However, as soon as her buttocks left the bed, her wrists suddenly tightened again.
Her eyes were glazed over, and before she could react, a pulling force came from behind, and her body was driven forward, causing her to fall onto Luo Yibei's chest.
After a very hard collision, Fang Chixia raised her head and stared at his face above her head in astonishment.
Luo Yibei's eyes were still closed heavily, and there seemed to be no sign of waking up.
Fang Chixia's body tried to twist in his arms.
Just as she made a move, Luo Yibei's arms suddenly wrapped around her waist.
It was a very natural action that the two of them had done countless times.
Fang Chixia's body visibly stiffened in his arms.
Lowering her eyes, her gaze fell on his arm, and her body tried to struggle again.
She was sure that Luo Yibei was asleep, but whenever she made a move, he seemed to be conscious, and his arms held her tighter and tighter.
Their bodies were so close to each other. After drinking, his skin was very hot, like a soldering iron. The hot air from his chest to his limbs was ironing Fang Chixia's body. Fang Chixia's body in his arms was hot. His body stiffened again, and his face felt a little warm.
Luo Yibei was still sleeping, and all his actions seemed to be subconscious.
His face was very close to hers, so close that Fang Chixia could clearly see every eyelash of his.
She lowered her eyes and stared at his handsome face for a long time. Fang Chixia turned her eyes away and lifted his arm again with a cold face.
I tried several times, but it didn't work.
Fang Chixia was slightly annoyed by his behavior. She glanced around the room and finally looked out the window.
Wanting to call Xiao Yi in, she turned her head sideways, but before her voice broke through her throat, Luo Yibei suddenly made a move that made her feel doubly embarrassed.
His body squeezed between her legs, and he suddenly rubbed against her body.
Fang Chixia's whole body seemed to be lit with fire, and she reflexively wanted to push him away, but the more she pushed, the tighter his arms were like iron hoops, trapping her tighter.
After several rounds of tossing, Fang Chixia's compromise finally came to nothing.
Her obedience seemed to please Luo Yibei;
The hand that was holding her waist loosened unconsciously.
However, Fang Chixia took advantage of him not paying attention, and as soon as she was freed, her body retracted out from between his arms like a slippery fish.
Luo Yibei's arms were empty, and his sleeping brows were wrinkled.
Fang Chixia ignored him and stared at him from a distance.