Presumptuous | Jenlisa Adaptation SLOW UD

Chapter 4

Lisa could feel her heartbeat in her throat, "!!!"

She stood there, not quite sure what she should do. She should probably wash off the shower gel on her body before Jennie walked in.

Or grab the robe... or just didn't do anything at all and see what Jennie would do.

The touch of their bodies, the pleasure of lovemaking. Lisa swallowed drily and exhaled quickly.

 It didn't matter what she wanted to do; she just needed to obey.

There was a bit of shame in this thought, but there was also an inexplicable rush of desire.

Lisa wrung the excess water from her long wet hair, unconsciously pursed her lips, and began to feel the heat at the tips of her ears.

Jennie's footsteps were very soft, but because she was concentrating, Lisa could hear them clearly, one by one, as they had synced with her own heartbeat.

Lisa didn't dare to make a loud noise, staring intently in the direction of the door.

Jennie's figure was reflected on the door!

Lisa's whole body was tense, and one hand was clenched into a fist on her side. She could hardly keep her hands from trembling.

After Jennie came in, what would she say?

Hello?

Or She should not say anything?

Would it be better to be cold and not acknowledge her, or to forgo any semblance of dignity and try to please her?

She looked down at herself. Half of her body was covered with the white foam of shower gel.

As if she were waking up from a dream, she hurried over to turn on the shower, and the hot water came down again. Her noisy heartbeat had been covered by the sound of falling water.

Thanks to the previous designer, all that separated the bathroom and the bedroom was a thin glass door, so there was hardly any sound insulation.

The sudden sound of the shower calmed Jennie's hot head, and her eyes became clear.

She closed her eyes and took a gentle breath. Having to force herself to withdraw the hand on the door, she turned and walked away all in one stride.

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Lisa put on a bathrobe and came out of the bathroom. Preoccupied with tying the bathrobe around her waist, she was startled once she looked up.

Jennie sat leaning on the bedroom's bay window with one leg bent and the other hanging in the air, swaying lightly.

Her eyes were ethereal. It was not her actions that startled Lisa, but the cigarette between her thin white fingers.

"Since when do you smoke?" Lisa came forward and took the unlit cigarette from her hand with ease.

This brand of women's cigarettes had a long and slender body, a pale white color, and a slight scent. On the end of the cigarette butt were black painted thorns.

Jennie smiled, not annoyed at her for taking the cigarette. Two fingers pinched another cigarette from the case on the side, and she rolled the tip of her tongue slightly. She held it in her mouth effortlessly.

She naturally tilted her head when she was smoking. Her breath sank slightly while the corners of her mouth raised. Her eyes were chasing the smoke, clear and blurry, clear and blurry, and she behaved just like an experienced smoker.