Chapter 175 175. Cold Violence

Huo Yunting glanced at it, then moved the cup in front of her without changing her expression, "Hot milk!"

Soon, the servant brought a glass of milk and placed it respectfully in front of Lu Chaoyang. She was not polite and picked it up and took a few sips.

In Huo Yunting's eyes, coaxing a woman is just a matter of hooking his fingers. Even if he does nothing, there will still be a lot of women pupating on him.

But except for the woman in front of him, it seemed that apart from being a threat, he had absolutely nothing to do with her.

Just as Huo Yunting started, Lu Chaoyang put down his knife and fork, sat there and wiped the corners of his lips, and glanced at him lightly, "You eat slowly, you will be more artistic when you are alone, trust me."

"where did you go?"

"I'm going to see what your vision is and what clothes you bought for me."

Huo Yunting had no way to refute this reason and could only watch Lu Chaoyang leave helplessly.

As soon as she left, the entire restaurant fell silent, leaving only the flickering candlelight.

Huo Yunting picked up the wine glass and moved his thin lips slightly, "Turn on the light!"

In an instant, the villa lit up.

Under the light, the weak candlelight was no longer bright. Huo Yunting glanced lightly and continued to eat.

Lu Chaoyang returned to the room, glanced at the cloakroom, and then went to the bathroom speechlessly.

The cloakroom was already packed to the brim. Who taught him this way of coaxing women?

Boring and wasteful.

When Huo Yunting entered the room, he saw her coming out in a loose bathrobe, with the neckline slightly open, revealing her sexy collarbone. She was wiping her wet hair with a white towel in her hand and walking towards the dressing table.

His thoughts moved and he leaned forward with his slanted lips.

Lu Chaoyang looked through the mirror and saw his handsome face, and before his hand even touched the hair dryer, he took it away.

"I heard that women should not wash their hair at night during their menstrual period, as it is not good for their health."

The sound of the hair dryer was so loud that Lu Chaoyang could barely hear what he was saying and sneered, "Don't worry, if I suddenly die suddenly one day, it will definitely not be because I washed my hair during my period."

Huo Yunting suddenly smiled and said, "When did you become so enlightened? That's right, if you die, you should die in bed."

Lu Chaoyang's eyes tightened. Because of Chen's appearance, she now felt uncomfortable even having physical contact with Huo Yunting, and there was no way she could continue this topic.

She straightened her expression, grabbed the hair dryer from his hand and blew it, "You can go take a shower and don't worry about me."

Huo Yunting did not move, looking at her fair little face in the mirror, as calm as a pool of stagnant water, unable to make any ripples.

He was not the one who could create ripples. In her heart, he might only be able to create stormy waves.

The words 'I hate you' echoed in her ears, and now all her performances took these three words to the extreme.

Being indifferent and unresponsive is fatal cold violence.

Lu Chaoyang turned off the hair dryer and walked straight past him.

She was very sleepy now and had no intention of dealing with him anymore.

As soon as she reached the bed, Huo Yunting put his arms around her waist from behind, his warm breath lingering in her ears, and his long fingers skillfully untied her bathrobe.

Lu Chaoyang tensed up and pretended to be calm, "Are you so hungry and thirsty that you will fight bloody battles?"

"If you want to, that's okay."

It seemed that in her mind, the image of herself as a spirit-superior person was deeply ingrained. He just wanted to hug her and help her take off her clothes.