Chapter 229

Waylon took a bath here. Does it mean that he will stay here tonight?

Just when Alena was thinking about it, the door of the bathroom was slowly pushed open, and Waylon walked out slowly.

Alena could even feel the heat getting closer and closer, and it didn't take a while that the space next to her sank, and the man still carried the fragrance of shower gel, which smelled good and confusing.

She was not a woman who was good at disguising, so in a moment, Waylon noticed the clue.

Putting a big hand on her unbearable waist and squeezing it lightly, Alena beside him couldn't help but yell. "Ah! That's ticklish."

Alena squirmed, trying to avoid Waylon's movements.

But on the bed, between a lone pair of man and woman, keeping still was the safest course of action. Once someone moved, it was undoubtedly equivalent to a spark of prairie fire that would instantly ignite the atmosphere.

Waylon put his hands on her side and leaned over t