Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

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Let me go, Mr. Hill [By Shallow South] Chapter 2133

Ryan walked in and saw the woman in the room whose hair was wet. She was wearing a pure white pajama shirt

above her hip, and below were light yellow panties, with two fair, straight legs exposed.

On top of that, the first few buttons of her pajama shirt were not buttoned, revealing half of her upper body.

Ryan nearly dropped the porridge. Flames of passion began to surge up his body, and he began to breathe rapidly

in spite of himself.

His eyes met Freya’s. When Freya came to her senses, she screamed in terror and curled up underneath the

blanket in a sorry state. After that, her face flushed red, and she went insane. “Ryan Snow, why are you still here?”

“Where else can I be? I’ve been downstairs.”

Ryan suppressed his discomfort and took a deep breath. He then placed the bowl beside his bed before stealing a

glance at the woman under the blanket.

The scene just now flashed across his mind once again.

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He shut his eyes in a rather awkward manner. When he opened them again, they had become clear as usual. “I’ve

cooked some porridge for you.”

“…Oh… Oh.”

Freya’s flushed face and the water dripping from her black hair to her fair cheeks made her look extremely alluring.

Ryan reckoned that she was unaware of how alluring she looked now. “I’ll go out first. Please put on your pants.”

He stood up before turning around and closing the door when he left.

Freya slinked out of her blanket and then glanced at her sexy appearance. How she wished she could hit herself

with a brick.

Forget it.

She closed her eyes and told herself that Ryan was interested in men.

Perhaps he was disgusted by her body when he saw it.

However, was he really disgusted? Suddenly, she did not feel too well.

She took a glimpse of the hot porridge, which had some minced meat and vegetables, beside her. She spooned the

porridge and cooled it before tasting it. Despite having a poor appetite, she could sense the strong taste of

porridge.

Five minutes later, Ryan knocked on the door once again. “Have you worn your pajama pants?”

“Come in.”

Freya took a deep breath.

When Ryan opened the door and entered, she was already dressed in a thick winter pajama set. She was holding

the porridge bowl and sipping on the porridge on the couch.

When Freya met his dark eyes, she felt awkward for a moment. Not knowing whether it was because she had just

showered or that she was embarrassed, Ryan found her pretty face enticing under the lights.

“I… I thought you left. ” She lowered her head while having the porridge. Her face was so low that it was almost

buried in the bowl.

“How could I have left when you still have a fever?

The doctor said that your fever might come back on and off.” As Ryan was speaking, he touched her forehead

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again.

She shuddered and felt his hand burning, not knowing if it was an illusion. “I think I feel a lot better. Earlier, I

sweated a lot…”

“It seems fine now that I’m touching your forehead. But your body temperature isn’t accurate since you’ve just

taken a bath.” Ryan asked, “ Where’s the hairdryer?”

“In the bathroom. I’ll dry my hair after I finish my food.”

As soon as Freya finished speaking, Ryan entered the bathroom, took out the dryer, and plugged it in. Then, he

stood behind her and started drying her hair.

The dryer’s noise sounded behind her ear. A gust of warm wind blew through her scalp, and his fingers slid through

her hair.

Freya froze.

Their current situation was very odd.

“You don’t have to dry my hair. I’ll do it myself later. I have long hair, so it’ll take a long time to dry it,” she said as

she turned around.

”Turn around and have your porridge. Stop moving around.”

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