When Lacey returned to the hotel room, Jaxton was taking a bath. He did not close the bathroom door tightly. The water mist slipped out from the crack in the door. Lacey heard the sound of water hitting the floor and smelled the fragrance of the shower gel.
She was standing at the door of the bathroom, looking openly at the shower area.
Across a frosted glass baffle, Jaxton’s figure is dazzling and unclear. He turned off the shower, the sound of the water was still, and the mist was everywhere. He said her nickname: “Xia Xia?” Her voice was a little hoarse, which was particularly deceptive.
Lacey approached him silently, but he pulled her wrist into the round bathtub with rippling warm water. Her clothes were scattered on the ground, her mind was washed away by the waves, and she relaxed from head to toe. Jaxton touched her shoulder to the side of her neck, the skin touched by her palm was white and soft, and her hands were not slippery. He clasped her waist tightly, then lowered his head to k!ss her ear.
Lacey leaned on Jaxton, grabbed his left hand, tapped his joints, traced his nails, and finally, she imitated his usual actions and dropped a k!ss on the back of his hand, and he took his own The hand took away.
Login to comment
Be the first one to comment...