Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Blair’s clothes in the basket, he was again at a loss for what to do.

“Should I pretend that I never saw them? Or should I put them into the washing machine?” This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Finally, he could not let them just lie there, and a still-drunk Blair saw him walk out of the bathroom holding her dirty clothes. He was about to put them into the washing machine. However, she called out his name and stopped him.

She turned over on her stomach, making her curves on the back even more significant, and looked at him with a smile.

“Some of my clothes must be washed by hands. Colonel Wesley, I’ve washed your clothes twice.

Will you please help me wash mine today?”

Wesley’s face twitched at her words. Wash her clothes by hands?

It was not that he didn’t know how to do so. As a soldier, he almost always had to wash his clothes by himself. But Blair’s underwear?

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It was almost as if he were holding a hot potato; he didn’t know whether he should just throw the darned clothes away or act Like a bomb was in his hands.

Blair clearly saw Wesley’s tanned face become red bit by bit. When he didn’t respond, she rolled on the bed once more and murmured, “Ah, my head is killing me now. Colonel Wesley, please just do me this tiny favor. Please.”

Wesley gave in once again, and under her watchful eyes, he walked out of the room. He put her outer clothes into the washing machine, added some laundry detergent and pressed the “start” button. Then, with her bra and panties in his hand, he walked back to her bathroom again without uttering a single word. Already a silent man, he Looked even more taciturn now.

When she heard the running water in the bathroom, she smiled smugly and thought to herself, ‘Humph!

It seems Like he will do whatever I say when I’m drunk. This is a good opportunity. I should do this more often. I believe he’ll surrender to me one day.’

The sound of the running water coming from within the bathroom stopped pretty soon, but Blair was in no mood to let him off so easily. She raised her voice and reminded him, “Wesley, women’s panties need to be washed a Little Longer. Otherwise, we get sick.”

Wesley didn’t respond.

He really wanted to grab a gun and take as many pot shots at the clothes as possible.

Nevertheless, he turned on the tap once again. This time, he stayed in the bathroom for so Long that Blair began to feel sleepy.

Blair yawned for one whole minute and was about to get out of bed and check on the man inside the bathroom when Wesley walked out himself with a blue plastic basin in his hands, his face deadpan. It Looked so comical she wanted to laugh. He walked past her bed with his eyes looking straight in front of him like a car’s headlights. He reached the balcony and hung her bra and panties on the rope.

After that, he walked back to his own bathroom and took a shower. This woman was proving to be quite a lot of work for him. He waited until the washing machine had finished working. Then he hung the remaining clothes as well on the balcony and then returned to Blair’s bedroom.

She lay prone on the bed, bored out of her wits. At the sight of

Wesley, her eyes lit up and she threw back the blanket.

“Time to sleep.

Come on!”

Wesley frowned and turned around like a scared cat. Before long, he came back with a blanket of his own in his arms. He first tucked her in tight and then covered himself with his own blanket.

Finally ready to sleep, he switched off the Lights and the room plunged into darkness.