20. FRAGILE ROSES
Thera raised her hand and tried to hit him in the face. All of a sudden, Cyril grabbed her wrist, and he looked angry and disappointed.
"Is this your best performance? It looks like that you don't want to get in touch with your family. "
"I don't want to be at the mercy of you!" He promised: "Staying in the hot spring for an hour before leaving, I will let you contact your family as promised." "What if you go back on it again?"
He said disdainfully, "is it necessary for me to go back?" "I don't believe you at all!" " You choosing to believe me is the only thing you can do right now." He loosened her wrist and left the pool. The warm current flowed to her.
He took a towel around him, then went to the tea table to sit down, and soon the servant brought a cup of fragrant black tea.
In the night, roses surrounded the warm villa. According to legend, roses would grow madly when they encountered love. And their spiny stems would wrap around the necks of loved ones until they suffocated and love disappeared completely.
Roses were a kind of fragile flowers. As long as someone said they were not beautiful, they withered in an instant. Their most beautiful moment was when they bloomed on the seventh night, but the seventh night would be a dangerous night.
Cyril sat in a rocking chair and looked out of the window at the blooming flowers. This rebellious girl was as beautiful as a flower in the night.
Thera stayed in the water and tried to leave the pool a few times. But she put up with it by force. Damn it, she had cursed this devil a thousand times in her heart!
He tasted tea and held a stopwatch in his hand. He looked leisurely at her in the water, she frowning, shaking her head, being patient and anger, changing several expressions in a short period of time, and could not help laughing.
She hated that he had been looking at her sarcastically. She secretly swore that once she escaped, she would give him back the humiliation she had suffered! An hour later, he looked at the stopwatch and walked slowly into the pool. Thera stood there motionless like a plaster sculpture, with a look of obedience.
Cyril went up to her, lifted her jaw, and found her cheeks red, like apples, making him want to take a bite. "Are you comfortable?" Cyril asked shamelessly.
Thera held back her anger and did not give him tit for tat for the first time: "Has it been an hour? I'm tired. "
"Tired?" "After standing for so long, of course I'm tired!" "You don't seem tired when you speak so loudly." "I'm really tired!" Looking at her anger made him laugh again.
Thera held back her anger and looked at him. What was he laughing at? It was like she was a joke all over. He just laughed when he saw her. Her ferocious eyes were eager to hang him. "You need to spend an hour in the hot spring every day, and in less than three days, you will be very healthy."
Thera didn't believe that being kissed by fishes would heal quickly, which was just a new way for him to insult her. Cyril took her out of the hot spring and put her in a massage bathtub by the hot spring pool.
The massage bathtub was a golden carp shape. The scales were carved lifelike, shining in the light, as if cast with gold. He unzipped her zipper with his slender fingers and took off her sexy lingerie.
The translucent lingerie floated on the water. He took off her last pair of underwear.