Chapter 16 Husband.. No, Mr. Frost

Standing on the edge of the bathtub, the trousers were wet by the splashing water, the reaction somewhere in the body could not deceive people, plus the sporadic memories of that night repeatedly reminded. Robert Frost never thought that he would be directly hard by a woman calling her husband. When he opened his mouth, even his voice became hoarse. "Go out by yourself when you're sober." Margaret Henson's clothes were thoroughly wet, clearly outlining every inch of line, and her long black hair clung to her cheeks, like a goblin suddenly jumping out of the pool, innocent but charming. The heat in her body began to climb again, and she smiled at Robert Frost, struggling to get out of the bathtub. Robert Frost's handsome and cold face did not hesitate at all. He pushed the person back, opened the shower, and sprayed cold water on her head. Men's movements are not gentle, even rude. Ma