When Love Becomes a Thing of the Past (Zoey) novel Chapter 638

Chapter 618 Please have some self-respect!

How embarrassing!

Could those aunties stop talking?

Olive bowed her head, pretending to be indifferent, and tried to get past him.

However, she sprained her ankle.

“Ah!”

Olive let out a small groan, falling to the side.

“Be careful!”

At this moment, a strong arm wrapped around her slim waist. Elvis pulled her into his lap.

The faces of the two suddenly approached, his sculptural face constantly magnified in her field of vision.

The two stuck together, their breaths intertwined. He was tall, his temperament was outstanding, and she was delicate and agile, pretty and soft. It was a beautiful picture.

Olive looked at him and her slender eyelashes blinked in a moment.

She didn’t know what to say for at

“Ha ha ha,” at this time, the aunt behind her laughed hard, “Miss, we caught you. Don’t you even admit that this is your husband?”

Amidst the laughter of the group of aunts, Olive really wanted to find a hole in the ground and crawl into it.

She hurriedly took two steps back, then handed the water basin in her hand to him.

“I’ve washed the clothes, you go and hang the clothes,” said Olive.

After saying that, she returned to the wooden house and started washing the vegetables.

Last night’s heavy rain made them live here for a day or two, so they had to survive and feed themselves.

Elvis set the basin down, his slender fingers pulling out her panties. They were pink cartoon panties, and the girly style was very cute.

He looked at her, asking, “How do I hang these?”

Olive raised her head and saw her panties being held by his slender fingers.

He really doesn’t know how to hang them. He has never done this before.

Perhaps no one would believe that he would dry a woman’s panties here.

Olive’s little face was as red as a tomato. She quickly stood up and sna tched the pantles from his hand, “I’ll do it myself.”

Elvis frowned his heroic eyebrows, “Are you sure you want to hang them here?”

“What do you mean?”

“If you hang thein here, everyone will know what color underwear you’re wearing.”

The clothesline was right in front of the wooden house door, and the people passing by course

Aunties live here so Olive can’t do that!

She hadn’t thought about it just now, but he did.

Olive quickly turned around and entered the wooden house. She would hang her panties in the back.

At this moment, there was a steady sound of footsteps, as if there was a quick breath coming behind her.

She knew it was Elvis without looking back.

He followed her.

“Am I your husband or your brother?”

His signature deep voice came from above her head, incredibly magnetic and seductive.

Olive was stunned. Why was he asking this?

Elvis moved closer, closing in on her from behind, their clothes rubbing against each other, sparks ignited everywhere.

Just now, he was at the door watching her stand on tiptoe to hang clothes. Her clothes were pushed up, revealing her small waist.