Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 135

He seemed to be in a sound sleep with even breathing.

But he looked a little funny, with two long legs curled up.

The quilt had fallen to the floor, and the bath towel around his waist had disappeared, so he was only in a pair of briefs.

Wendy walked to him, bent over, picked up the quilt and put it on him.

She tried her best to keep her eyes away from his body and avoid touching him. However, as she put the quilt on him, a thick palm covered her hand.

He had opened his deep eyes and was staring at her with a serious look.

Did he wake up?

Wendy looked at him in surprise and said hurriedly, "Er, did I wake you up? You can continue to sleep if you want..."

After that, she did not get up and leave, because Charlie did not let go of her hand.

"Charlie..." She reminded him.

Charlie's eyes were fixed on her. He moved his thin lips and said, "I'm not feeling well."

"What's wrong with you?" Wendy asked nervously.

"I'm really unwell," Charlie repeated in a hoarse voice. Wendy looked at his furrowed eyebrows and became more confused until he pulled her hand all the way down—

After noticing what he intended to do, her pupils suddenly contracted, and her heartbeat fast.

It was said that men would have a reaction in the morning...

Wendy couldn't withdraw her hand, she could only curl up. She blinked and heard him swallowing. He asked in a hoarser voice, "Help me."

Wendy, who had s*x experience, understood his words instantly.

It was was in the morning, but she felt that it seemed to be a hot afternoon. She felt hot and dry.

"... No way!" She shook her head.

"Really?" Charlie held her hand tightly.

"No!" Wendy still shook her head and slowed down her breathing. She gritted her teeth and said, "You can do it yourself!"

Charlie stared at her with his deep and dark eyes for a while. Seeing that she was unwilling to do that, he compromised and let go of her hand.

Then, he got up and strode to the bathroom.

Wendy breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that she could still felt his hot body, and the feeling when she touched him through cloth was still clear to her.

Through the frosted glass door of the bathroom, she could vaguely see his movements.

She hurriedly looked away. She knew what he was doing inside. It was shameful!

"Urn..."

When Wendy carried the folded quilt to the bedroom, she heard a groan.

She almost fell down like last night, because he seemed to groan near her ears.

He must do it on purpose!

Wendy stayed in her bedroom and did not dare to go out after a long time. She was afraid to hear what she should not hear...

About half an hour later, she opened the door of the bedroom tentatively. The bathroom door was open, and Charlie, who was standing in the living room, wrapped by a bath towel around waist and looked refreshed.