Duke stood in the bathroom. Although it was spring, he had insisted on taking a cold bath for a long time. Today, even if cold water was poured on him, he still felt strangely hot. He supported his hands on the wall and let the water flow from above. Next, he closed his eyes. After a long time, he opened it, shut the water off, and took a bath towel over his still—dropped body.
The mirror reflected the man's torso, which was definitely the most standard male figure in the world.
Duke maintained his body all the time and never neglected it. One day, he could present his perfect face to his beloved woman. Today, it seems to have come in handy.
He freely pulled the towel and wiped his short hair and water on his face before he opened the bathroom door.
The light in the bedroom was dim, and Duke breathed a little. He looked at the small bag that was raised under the blanket.
He walked towards the edge of the bed and suddenly realized that his body was shaking.
It looked like she was awake.
After drinking so much wine, when she was taking a bath earlier, she deliberately accelerated her speed, just because she was afraid that she would fall asleep.
It seemed like she had been waiting for him.
"Wendy!" Duke's hand gently lifted the bed and he saw the spring—filled face under the blanket.
Duke's heart was as if it had been savagely beaten by the current. He could not help but take possession of it, and his thin lip kissed her on her smooth and full forehead.
"Duke, can you be gentle?" Wendy Grant pleaded with him.
Dukewas speechless. This woman wouldn't think that he would be a wolf who had been evil for eight hundred years.
"I'll try my best." The man promised her lowly.
Wendy Grant raised her eyebrows. What did he try to do?
His healthy body got into the quilt and was warmed up by the girl. It was extremely warm, just like her. Duke smelled the faint fragrance from her. It was not like artificial spices, but it was her fragrance.
His heart shook fiercely, and he finally stopped.
After a night of waking up, in the early morning, Wendy Grant finally found out how tragic it was last night.
Fortunately, she didn't have to work tomorrow. Otherwise, she might have to take a day off.
Duke got up early in the morning to prepare her breakfast. When he was making breakfast, he was a little lost because he almost remembered the beauty of last night.
Even though he had imagined it, he realized that no matter how good his imagination was, he could not imagine the beauty of it.
He carefully cooked the pumpkin millet porridge, fried the poached eggs, beaten the grain soy milk, and toasted the bread again.
When he was done with all this, he pushed the door into the bedroom. There was still a breath of emotion in the bedroom. Duke raised his lip with a thin lip, walked to the window, and opened the curtains to breathe.
Wendy Grant opened one of her eyes and peeked at the man.
"Wendy, get up and get out for breakfast. Don't snooze."
Wendy Grant knew that it would be useless to pretend to sleep, so she sat up under the blanket and said, "I'll be right out. Don't stand here."
Duke saw that she was shy, and he smiled evilly. "What are you afraid of?"
"That's not good, it's not good." Wendy Grant couldn't explain why, but she felt that if she walked in front of him like this, there would be no mystery.
Duke did not want to make her embarrassed, so he turned around honestly and closed the door.
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