Dog Training (ABO)Ch58 - You and him

The clothes on his body were soaked through, inevitably clinging to him. The fabric was too thin, and after getting wet, it outlined Ruan Xiao’s recently emaciated figure without reservation.

Feng Zhan looked at this scene with a faint glint in his eyes. His sharp, beast-like eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of hidden ferocity. xzwSm5

The water rushed swiftly, but the clothes were saturated with too much and too strong citrus fragrance, making it impossible to completely wash away.

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Sensing Feng Zhan’s intention to unbutton his shirt, Ruan Xiao instinctively tried to push his hand away. However, Feng Zhan was thoroughly provoked by his resistance, and he pulled Ruan Xiao’s body, which was continuously retreating. The strength in his hands became more forceful. K2Tagi

Ruan Xiao’s strength couldn’t be compared to Feng Zhan’s at all. Despite struggling desperately, he was held by Feng Zhan with one hand, his neck pinched, and pressed against the wall, unable to move.

All his clothes were stripped off, and Feng Zhan glanced at the clothes he had taken off him. The once expensive garments were now wrinkled and almost indistinguishable from rags. After casually tossing the clothes into the trash bin, Feng Zhan smirked satisfactorily. He then turned to look at Ruan Xiao’s humiliated and angry face, asking,

“Ruan Xiao, who helped you take off your old clothes? Xia Sheng? Did you do something with him?”

Exposed to the slightly cool air, Ruan Xiao instantly developed goosebumps. Feng Zhan’s grip on his neck did not relax in the slightest. Though not struggling for breath, Ruan Xiao couldn’t break free. Completely stripped and pressed against the ground, facing such questioning, his face turned bright red with extreme anger. His vision blurred, and his body trembled violently. Despite trying with all his might to push Feng Zhan away, it had no effect. He could only hoarsely speak,

“Whether I did something with him or not has nothing to do with you! Get lost!”

In the small mist-filled bathroom, the gaze in Feng Zhan’s pupils had become dark and turbulent. The cypress scent emanating from his tall figure grew increasingly intense, rich and distinct, mixed with a forceful spiciness. The initially simple display of dominance unknowingly took on a hint of provocative aggression.