Monopolize My Myster Chapter 1135 - 1135 1117 Extra Story Nineteen (18)

??Chapter 1135: 1117, Extra Story Nineteen (18)

Chapter 1135: 1117, Extra Story Nineteen (18)

She scratched her head and turned to walk out of the dining room.

Seeing the coat on the sofa and the car keys on the table, her brows furrowed.

The clothes and keys were here, but where had he gone?

Did he go back to the guest room to rest?

She ran upstairs, but found his guest room empty.

Where on earth had he gone?

Maomao looked at the empty room and took out her phone to dial his number.

Suddenly, a ringtone ca from upstairs.

She followed the sound and finally stopped in front of her bedroom door.

Looking at the slightly ajar door, Maomao hung up the call wordlessly.

She pushed the door open and entered, only to see no one on the bed.

Suddenly, the sound of running water ca from the closed bathroom.

Maomao instinctively looked over, where the orange light filtered through the frosted glass, revealing the man’s lean silhouette.

Her face heated up, and she quickly covered it with her hands.

Damn it.

This guy was actually taking a shower in her room.

This was big trouble.

Without thinking, she rushed out.

Then, she halted.

Wait a second, this was her room, why was she running away?

With that thought, she turned around and went back.

Almost at the sa ti, the bathroom door slid open.

They locked eyes, silence enveloping the room.

The atmosphere in the room was charged with subtlety.

Maomao looked at the man, who was only wrapped in a towel around his waist, and her pink lips quivered slightly.

What was he trying to do?

Jian Tianlin was drying his hair as he looked at her, his austere brows slightly raised, “Am I too handso, that you’re stunned?”

“I, you, what are you doing taking a shower in my room?” She regained her composure as she t his teasing smile, a rouge-like flush spreading across her cheeks.

“You must be drunk, hurry up and go back to your own room.”

Seeing her stamr, Jian Tianlin smiled, his long legs taking steps toward her.

His devilish smile carried a hint of drunkenness, and even after showering, he still seed a bit tipsy as he pulled her hand and stuffed the towel into it.

“Help

dry my hair, hmm?”

Was he acting coquettish with her? Maomao shivered, “Dry it yourself.”

“I’ve had too much to drink,” Jian Tianlin shalessly insisted.

He leaned forward, resting his chin on her shoulder, “Mrs. Jian, I’m tired.”

His magnetic voice was purposefully lowered, rasping in his throat, carrying a bewitching huskiness.

“…”

Where did this shaless Golden Retriever co from?

She gripped the towel tightly and looked down at the man leaning against her.

“Move, who’s your Mrs. Jian, stop calling

that.”

“Who else can it be but you,” Jian Tianlin replied with half-closed eyes, his voice low and laced with a hint of amusent.

Maomao didn’t expect to have a sensible conversation with a drunkard. She pulled him over, made him sit on the sofa, casually dried his hair with the towel, then found a hair dryer in the drawer and started drying his hair.

Jian Tianlin comfortably indulged in her tenderness, his thin lips curving into a handso smile. Emboldened, he leaned closer to her, his strong arms encircling her waist.

“Hey, hey, sit still,” Maomao said, holding the hair dryer in one hand and pushing him with the other to keep him seated properly.

She knew she shouldn’t indulge him.

She lowered her head, her gaze swept across his perfect abs, and she quickly averted her eyes.

Cough cough, she didn’t an to look.

But it really was quite a sight.

His hair was short, so it didn’t take long to dry. The soft, jet-black hair was slightly unkempt, adding to his exquisite, handso face a touch of lazy rebellion.

Maomao’s heart raced as she looked at him. She grabbed a bathrobe and threw it to him, “Quick, put this on and then go back to your room.”

“No,” Jian Tianlin flatly refused, lying down on the sofa to sleep.

“No, you get up,” Maomao said, tugging at his arm and using all her strength to try to pull him up.

“Jian Tianlin, stop pretending to be drunk. Get up and go back to your own room.”

Jian Tianlin kept his eyes closed, tightening his grip slightly, and effortlessly pulled her over to him.

Caught off guard, Maomao fell into his embrace.

“Indeed, quite heavy,” he remarked teasingly as he opened his eyes to look at the person who had fallen onto him.

Maomao glared at him, irritated, and pinched his arm, “Get off.”

“Maomao, where’s Khan? You…”

Having taken care of Khan, Xiya was coming to check on Jian Tianlin’s condition but stumbled upon this scene instead.

She paused, then a teasing smile crossed her eyes.

“You two…”