241 It's already eighteen

Anne Hathaway is on top and Evan Bell is on bottom.

Evan Bell's hands were tightly clasped on Anne Hathaway's waist. Anne Hathaway's hands were locked on Evan Bell's strong abdominal muscles. The two of them were tightly pressed together without a gap. At this time, the sun was shining brightly outside, making the whole room look beautiful gold. This scene is completely a template for a picture of a handsome man and a beautiful woman. Of course, if there was no box kicked at the feet and countless debris poured out, if there was no pair of worn tap dancing shoes next to the head, then the picture would look perfect.

After a fierce exercise just now, both of them were panting, and the warm breath intertwined and sprayed on their cheeks, which only allowed the temperature of their cheeks to rise quietly.

Looking at the other person's eyes, her face could be clearly reflected. Anne Hathaway only felt that her cheeks were about to burn, and the smirk at the corner of Evan Bell's mouth made her not know where her eyes should be placed.

The indoor temperature rises little by little. This is February, but it is also the time when the sun is at its peak in the afternoon. The sunlight cast through the entire floor-to-ceiling glass windows makes the room warm, without the coldness of winter, and there are signs of spring coming early.

Anne Hathaway felt her ears flushed, and her eyes had already floated to the side. At this moment, the airflow in front of her was a little disordered, as if Evan Bell had made something happen. Anne Hathaway's eyes couldn't help but float back, and it fell into those smiling eyes. The thick smirk in Evan Bell's eyes made Anne Hathaway seem to realize that something was wrong now, something was wrong.

"Dear Anne," it turned out that Evan Bell spoke, so the airflow between the two was in chaos. Anne Hathaway only felt Evan Bell's warm breath gently stroked his cheeks, gently and warmly blew up the tiny hairs on his face. But at this time, Anne Hathaway wanted to look away, but could not move. The two blue bodies were deeply intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. "I only realized that you have grown up and become a woman."

Anne Hathaway looked at the smile on the corner of Evan Bell's mouth magnified little by little, as if the cat's claws were twitching in her heart. As Evan Bell finished saying this, Anne Hathaway noticed that Evan Bell's gaze began to move, and involuntarily, Anne Hathaway's gaze also began to move together, as if stuck to those blue eyes.

Looking down, a little further down. Anne Hathaway saw Evan Bell's sturdy chest and black shirt and black buttons. At this time, the shirt was stretched out a little wider. Through the gap between the buttons, you can see the smooth and symmetrical muscles. Strong? Even? Smooth? Anne Hathaway found that the adjectives in his mind were really vivid, just like touching them with his hands, and the touch was very real.

Touch?

Anne Hathaway then realized, and looked down a little further and saw her towering... chest. There was no gap between the two people's chests tightly pressed together. No wonder the touch was so real, no wonder the adjectives in their minds were so vivid.

This fact made Anne Hathaway float his gaze upwards, touching Evan Bell's gaze again, and got a confirmed answer in those eyes: Yes, that's what I mean, "You are already a woman."

God! Almost all the ambiguity disappeared in an instant. Anne Hathaway's upper body moved to the side, and this time it was easy to move. It seemed that Evan Bell's strength on his waist had relaxed. Anne Hathaway quickly supported Evan Bell's chest with his hands and stood up directly, "Low North! Evan Bell! Evan Watson Bell!" Anne Hathaway shouted at Evan Bell in anger. In desperation, even Evan Bell's full name, including the middle name, was shouted out together.

Evan Bell smiled proudly, "Anne, don't be shy. When we were young, we had seen everything we should have seen, but the size was different. The same was true for me."

Hearing Evan Bell's words, Anne Hathaway's shyness as a girl was completely dispelled. The man in front of him was really laughable. Anne Hathaway laughed in anger, "You shameless playboy."

Evan Bell didn't mind at all, spread his hands and lay on the ground, "Welcome to your arms and hug."

Anne Hathaway looked at the flat smile on Evan Bell's face. Even though she knew Evan Bell was deliberately annoying, she couldn't help but feel this tone. Anne Hathaway turned her eyes and leaned down, and pressed her hands on Evan Bell's chest, "Hey, Evan, you have grown up and become a man." Then she rubbed her hands hard, rubbed them, and finally pinched them.

After touching, Anne Hathaway stood up again, patted her hands, and nodded to express her satisfaction, "Yeah, the touch feels pretty good."

This time, Evan Bell was also very involved, holding his chest tightly with his hands, and a resentful expression, "Annie! You molested me!"

Anne Hathaway put her hands on her hips and smiled at the sky, "Little handsome guy, it's your honor to favor you. You should say 'Thank you, ma'am'." Then he leaned back and pointed Evan Bell's chin with his right index finger, looking like a noble lady who teases a good woman.

In an instant, Evan Bell and Anne Hathaway, the two live treasures, played role-playing games, and the ambiguous atmosphere just now directly evolved into a campus stage farce.

"Madam, how can you do it, how can you..." Evan Bell cooperated very much.

But at this moment, a hesitant voice came from the stairs, "Uh... have I missed something?"

When I turned around, I found Frank James standing at the stairs. The scene suddenly became chaotic.

Although Anne Hathaway was careless, she was indeed a big girl. She stood at the corner and rushed to the sofa and sat on the sofa. Evan Bell, who was very thick-skinned, supported his head with his left hand, looking leisurely, "Hey, James, you are back, everything is fine." It seemed that nothing had happened just now.

Frank James has known Evan Bale for a short time, only half a month before and after. During this period, because he was assisting the Eleventh Design work, Frank James is more familiar with Catherine Bale, and he can only be regarded as aware of Evan Bale. So, in the face of this situation, Frank James was also a little panicked. Looking at Evan Bale's calmness, he also said with the flow, "Okay, everything is fine."

"Evan, have you brought all the things up? I'm back to help." Catherine Bell's voice came up. Frank James hurriedly left the stairs and walked in.

Evan Bale also sat up at this time, "Anne, this is Frank James, who is helping Catherine recently." Evan Bale broke the awkward atmosphere just now and introduced Anne Hathaway and Frank James to each other.

As soon as Katherine Bell came up, he saw a mess of rooms with boxes piled up everywhere, but moving was like that. "Oh, Anne, fortunately you have to help, otherwise Evan would probably be still struggling alone. This time, the traffic in Manhattan was simply a mess. It took an hour and a half to drive from here to Bensenhe."

"Catherine, Michelle and Thomas have no way to come and help, let me apologize on their behalf." Anne Hathaway and Catherine Bell hugged each other and brought the apology from both brothers.

"It's okay. I will ask them to clean all three floors next time I clean it up." Catherine Bell said cheerfully, making Anne Hathaway laugh too.

"Hey, Catherine, do you know? Anne is finally eighteen." Evan Bell said this and blinked at Catherine Bell, "She is also a woman, woman!"

"Evan, what are you talking about? Anne is already eighteen years old, last year." Catherine Bell glared at her youngest son, and then saw Anne Hathaway rushing out with a quick glance, yelling, "Evan Bell!"

Watching Evan Bell and Anne Hathaway chase each other again in the room, Catherine Bell turned around and said to the stunned Frank James, "Sorry, Frank, they are like this, please don't mind too much."

Frank James put his chin back, which was so surprised that he was almost dislocated, "It's okay, it's okay. Actually, this is good, it's enviable." Although Frank James is already thirty years old, his personality is similar to Shann Mayer, which is also the reason why he finally chose to join Studio Eleven. Not only did he have a friendship with David Greenblatt, but he was good friends with Studio Eleven, but he also liked the working environment of Studio Eleven.

Frank James is less restrained about the fight between Evan Bale and Anne Hathaway. In addition, his recent relationship with Catherine Bale has made him feel more intimate about his current working environment.

"Evan, Anne, stop making trouble. We still have so many things to sort out, hurry up, hurry up." Catherine Bell had rolled up her sleeves and started to get busy from the bar. "Otherwise we wouldn't be able to finish it before dark. I even bought the vegetables and prepared to cook at home today."

Evan Bell and Anne Hathaway finally stopped panting. Evan Bell shouted to Frank James, who was standing by the stairs to pack the boxes, "Hey, man, can you come and help organize the books? Our books definitely require the physical work of men." Then he turned to Anne Hathaway and said, "You go and help open the boxes and start sorting them out from the hall."

Frank James piled up his thoughts at the bar and walked straight towards Evan Bell. When he saw six boxes of books on the ground, "Hell!" This made Evan Bell, Catherine Bell and Anne Hathaway laugh.

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