Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 125

At this time, if he still thought of that kind of thing, was he a normal person?

Charlie clenched his hands and really felt an impulse to beat her.

Wendy saw his movements and shook her head, "No, of course not!"

Charlie didn't stop and said in a low voice, "Your clothes are all wet. You have to take them off. This is only one way to make you feel better, or you will lose your mind due to high-temperature tomorrow."

At last, he muttered, "You're so stupid."

"..." Wendy could only clench her hands. He was stupid!

There was a patter!

All her clothes were taken off, including her panties. She protested, "Hey..."

"It's wet and must be taken off," Charlie answered in an irrefutable tone.

He had at least briefs on him, but she was naked.

Wendy suspected that he did it on purpose.

Her cheeks turned redder. Soon, her neck and ears turned red too. Even if there was only firelight in the wooden house, her body could be seen clearly. She raised her hands to cover herself as much as possible.

Seeing her behaviors, Charlie snorted and said, "What are you afraid of? I've seen you from head to toe."

Wendy bit her lips.

The next second, she was held in his arms tightly, only her head poked out.

His strong forearms were placed on her breasts. Wendy tried to struggle, but she couldn't get rid of him. Instead, he tightened his arms. She had struggled when he was taking off her clothes, and now she was exhausted.

She was in a dizzy. She felt cold on her body but hot inside.

The warmth from his body made her instinctively want to get closer.

Charlie put his palm on her naked back, and his calm voice sounded in her ears with a bewitching power, "Have a sleep. You'll be better tomorrow morning."

Wendy clenched her hands and was holding her breath in a vigilant state.

She stared at him, in case he would do something to her at any time. But after a long time, he didn't do anything else except holding her tighter. There was no change in his deep eyes. His eyes were always as deep as an ancient well, without any evil thoughts in them.

Gradually, Wendy relaxed.

As soon as she relaxed, she felt dizzier and soon closed her eyes. When the morning sunshine slanted through the cracks in the door and windows of the wooden house, Wendy woke up slowly. She didn't feel sore or weak as last night, and she had recovered.

The feeling of being cold and hot was gone, and she could breathe well.

There was no sound of rain outside. It should have stopped.

Her eyes fixed on the iron bucket in front of her. There were still sporadic fires in it, indicating that he had been adding firewood into it from time to time throughout the night.

Wendy didn't need to lower her head, and she could imagine what kind of posture they were in at this time.

In her sight, she could see his exposed chest. The muscles were full of strength.

She had a fever and in a daze last night, but now she was in her senses. She felt so embarrassed. Especially the arms in front of her and under her waist, which held her tightly even when he was asleep.

Wendy glanced around and found that he had thrown her clothes beside the iron bucket last night.

They were already dry now. She stretched out her hand, but couldn't get them.