Chapter 8 I Have Liver Problem

The customer service immediately changed new sheets and bedding and even brought over a new set of pajamas.

Stunned, Anne looked curiously at the man.

His mysophobia was really severe! And the waitress looked at him with obvious fear and awe, which confused her.

"I think the sheets are pretty clean. Why do you change them?"

"I have a liver problem." Replied Denny coldly.

???

The emoji of that black man crossed her mind. Did his answer have any connection with her question?

"The objects used by others make me sick. When I am sick, I'll have an upset liver and get grumpy."

Denny explained and walked into the bathroom.

His explanation confused Anne even more, and she couldn't help rolling her eyes. This could be a new trending buzzword in the world of the devil's advocates. She was determined to post it on Weibo and make the weirdo known to the world.

As the pitter-patter of water came from the bathroom, Anne suddenly got an upset belly. But the bathroom was occupied by that man. How would she use it?

She waited for quite a while and could no longer stand it. Walking to the bathroom, she knocked at the door, "Excuse, are you done? I need to use the bathroom."

The sound of water stopped abruptly, and after a moment of silence, his elegant and attractive voice like cello music came out, "Come in."

Without even considering, Anne pushed open the door and got in.

She raised her head and saw the man's naked upper body. His perfect and lean muscles were exposed, and drops of water trickled down his cheeks to his neck and continued their ways down slowly. He looked sexy and charming to the extreme.

Anne blushed, screamed in panic, hurriedly covered her eyes, "I didn't see anything. I saw nothing!"

Originally, she thought since he let her in, he should have dressed up. Unexpectedly, this man...

Denny picked up a prepared towel and slowly wrapped it around himself.

He walked to Anne, his every step intimidating.

With her eyes closed, Anne could still feel an envelope of pressure around her, and her pounding heart was in her throat!

Denny ran his cold fingers across Anne's cheek, lifted her hands, and held up her chin to force her to look into his obsidian eyes.

Every touch from him felt like an electric shock, and the electricity spread from the top of her head to every part of her body. As adrenaline soared, her face flushed like ripe tomatoes.

"Are you inviting me?" The corner of Denny's lips curved up glamorously, and his every word carried an enchanting spell.

Anne lost her head which buzzed like an explosion, "What did you say?"

Denny's long fingers slid along her chin and the outline of her face, quite a seductive move, "You come in while I'm taking a shower, so you know what I mean."

Countless women had been dying for such a move from him, but none succeeded. They made him disgusted, but this little woman quite suited his taste. Perhaps because she was the same person back then.

His meaning was clear, and Anne was not dumb, "It's not what I mean. You asked me to get in. I'll go out now!"

If she didn't, something irresistible might happen. A girl like her could not bear with it!