Mr. Fu's cuteness is super sweet

Han Zhou faltered for a long time before he managed to say: "I was joking just now, and I didn't mean to say that...you...you should wash it yourself..."

After speaking, Han Zhou wanted to leave.

The little face was flushed red, and she looked nervous and overwhelmed.

Fu Shiyu said "Oh", stepped forward two steps, and approached Han Zhou, leaned forward slightly, looked into Han Zhou's eyes deliberately, and said, "Why? The number one wave in the world is still afraid of this?"

The implication is that Hong Guoguo's ridicule of Han Zhou is not worthy of the name.

Han Zhou: "!!"

He was mocked!

He was actually laughed at by Fu Shiyu!

Can this be tolerated?

This is absolutely unbearable!

"Afraid? What am I afraid of?" Han Zhou immediately became imposing, "Isn't it just to help you take a bath? What's the matter?"

"Take off!"

"If I blink, I lose!"

"What's so great, it's not like I don't have what you have."

Fu Shiyu sneered again, with the corners of his mouth twitching, he raised his hand, and his slender, white fingers began to unbutton his shirt one by one.

As the buttons were undone one by one, the first thing Han Zhou saw was Fu Shiyu's collarbone. He never thought that a man's collarbone could be so beautiful and sexy.

Seemingly subconsciously, Han Zhou swallowed unconsciously as if seeing delicious food.

emm...

It looks a little tempting.

As Fu Shiyu's bony fingers looked down, Han Zhou's eyes fell on the abdominal muscles exposed by Fu Shiyu's open shirt.

The lines of the abdominal muscles are perfect and smooth. If you have more points, you will feel too muscular, and if you have less points, you will feel that your strength is not enough. Just like this, the proper and perfect, revealing a full hormonal atmosphere.

He suddenly wanted to take back what he just said.

It is true that Fu Shiyu has some, he has them, but...

The same thing, the difference in quality and texture is a bit big.

Han Zhou weakly shifted his gaze to himself, looked down at himself, and felt the humbleness of his abdominal muscles through his clothes.

For a while, he thought he was doing pretty well.

People are really more popular than people.

Fu Shiyu took off his shirt and threw it to Han Zhou.

Han Zhou's hand reacted faster than his brain, and before his mind recovered, his hand subconsciously caught Fu Shiyu's shirt.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw a scar on Fu Shiyu's right arm. On his upper right arm, the scar was a full two centimeters long.

Although the wound had already healed, judging from the condition of the scar, the wound should have been deep at that time.

"The scar on your arm is..." Han Zhou asked weakly, "How did you get it?"

"It hurts, right?" Han Zhou said.

He felt that he felt pain just looking at it now. Fu Shiyu must have been in pain at that time, right?

Fu Shiyu just glanced at the scar lightly, then glanced at Han Zhou, and raised the corner of his mouth meaningfully, "Well, to save a white-eyed wolf."

"Ah?" Han Zhou frowned suspiciously, "Wolf? Save... save the wolf?"

Fu Shiyu didn't say anything else, turned around, took off his pants, and stepped into the bathtub.

Han Zhou also saw a scar on Fu Shiyu's back, which looked a bit like a bullet scar, so he leaned forward and took a closer look.

Because I was a little curious, I didn't think too much, so I reached out and touched the scar, "Is this... a gunshot wound?"

When Han Zhou's fingertips touched the scar on Fu Shiyu's back, Fu Shiyu's body seemed to have a tiny electric current passing through it, and he was slightly startled.