nca finished her bath and was afraid to go out. She stood in the doorway tugging the bath towel in her hand and was a little nervous.


    Did Matthew see it?


    See why did not say anything …


    nca pulled open the door and went out, and saw Matthew leaningzily on the bed, seemingly admiring something, and then looked at it, and the thing in his hand was the painting he had done.


    “Finished washing?”


    “Well …”


    “I thought you were going to live in it.” Thement was sarcastic about the amount of time nca had spent in the bathroom. She was staying in for a long time, because she didn’t know how to get out to face Matthew.


    “That, isn’t it hot? I just washed more, huh huh.”


    nca is still helplessly wringing a white towel in her hand, wringing it while walking, she thought she had acted graciously and calmly enough, but her helpless look and her small steps have betrayed her.


    Matthew leanedzily against the bed and surveyed herzily.


    nca is actually not the kind of stunning at a nce, but she is clean and spotless, like a fairy fallen from the sky, white face, blown skin, eyes like stars, small chin very delicate.


    Eh, it really makes people want to kiss.


    “Come here.” Matthew waved at her and put the painting in his hand on the counter next to him.


    “Oh.”


    “Bring the towel over.” Seeing that nca had walked over, Matthew got up, extended his hand towards her, naturally brought the towel over, pressed nca’s shoulder to make her sit on the bed, and then wiped her hair. His movements were gentle, like he was treating some precious treasure.


    The thin breath sprayed on her head, nca was a little afraid to breathe.


    She looked very cute sitting in a regr position, her fingers even pulling the fabric on her knees, her head hanging, her hair damp on her shoulders.


    “That, Matthew, I can actually … do it myself.”? N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.


    “Did I make you ufortable?”


    “Ah, no, no.” nca vehemently denied it, and then didn’t dare to refuse, and just obediently let Matthew move.


    Matthew rarely takes care of girls, in his limited life, women seem to have the most contact with Mrs. Brown.


    Matthew never knew that a girl’s hair could be so soft, even softer than glutinous rice cake, a girl’s body could be so sweet … as if all his perceptions were disrupted by nca.


    After satisfyingly wiping her hair, Matthew felt a warm stream flowing through his belly, and as a mature man, he naturally knew what that meant. Feeling his own body temperature gradually start to rise as well, Matthew coughed dryly to hide the strangeness in his voice, “Dried up.”


    “Where? This isn’t dry yet.”


    nca touched her hair, which was still wet, and turned around reluctantly, just in time to see Matthew staring at himself with affection, and the moment the two met, it was as if a spark exploded in her head with a bang.


    “Hair is dry!”


    nca was the first to stand it, turned her eyes away, not daring to look at Matthew, her body seemed to be on fire as hot as hot, how could this feeling ah, did she have a fever? nca wanted to cry, Matthew is also a little ufortable, he brought the hair dryer from the drawer, threw nca.