Spoil My Sweet Window

Chapter 55

“All right,” Harold pinched Crystal’s cheek. “We’ll enjoy our wedding night another day. Let’s take a shower first.”

After that, he stood up straight, went out to find a T-shirt in the wardrobe, and put it in Crystal’s arms. He looked at the girl’s small body and said, “I guess you can wear it as a nightgown.” Crystal felt that her height had been insulted.

In fact, she wasn’t short. It was all Harold’s fault for being too tall.

Under Crystal’s angry glare, Harold asked, “Do you know how to use these things?”

Crystal took a look and shook her head honestly.

Harold picked her up and brought her to the shower. He wanted to teach her how to use hot water. Crystal was ungrateful enough to shove the man out as soon as she learned how to use the equipment. Harold went out of the bathroom, watching the night outside the window, thinking. Keeping Crystal was more interesting than keeping a cat.

have a clean underwear to put on, so she had to put this matter aside. But she felt uncomfortable without wearing an underwear. In the end, she wrapped herself in a big thick bath towel. Harold was having a call with someone on the terrace. When he inadvertently turned his head, he saw a white dough rolling out. He asked the person on the other end of the call to stop, which made him immediately became very nervous, thinking that he had offended the

the things. I have something to do here now.” The other party didn’t dare to ask about Harold’s private affairs, so

up the phone and looked at Crystal. “Don’t you

her wet long hair. After taking a shower, her whole body glowed tenderly, her face more delicate and gorgeous. Her eyes were black and clear, but her lips were full

described Crystal’s face very accurately. No man could be able to

much. She ran over and asked him, “Master

receive it, he said, “Sit.” “Oh,” Crystal was very obedient most of the time. She sat on the small stool in the bathroom. Harold turned on the hair dryer and

kind of treatment in her life. Her eyes narrowed comfortably as she thought that if Harold was her biological father, she would definitely not pull his oxygen tube off

of her hair and felt that it was almost dried, so

it was soft and sleek. It wasn’t messy even after being blown dry.

face appeared as beautiful

the old house. They had brought along some pretty dolls to play with. At that time, he’d taken a glance at them and found it hard to understand. But at this moment, he seemed to have experienced the fun of playing with dolls those