The bathhouse is very warm, and the stove has been lit for a long time. The Jinghou Mansion is not like Princess Chu's Earth Dragon, so a charcoal stove must be lit everywhere.
Seeing that it was warm enough in the hall, Yu Wenhao moved the stove outside and moved it in again later when he could get dressed.
Now that she is pregnant, Yuan Qingling said before that she would not take a bath, so Man'er thoughtfully made a chair specifically for bathing and asked her to sit next to the tub. A long-handled spoon was placed in it and she poured hot water on her body.
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Yu Wenhao took off her clothes. Although he was born in the royal family, he also had a military career for many years, so he was inevitably a little careless. However, he has learned to be much more careful now, and he also understands the structure of women's clothes very clearly. Of course, this is all thanks to
There are not many sports of some kind.
Looking at her skin as white as bamboo shoots, Yu Wenhao kept sighing in his heart, these three babies really came at the wrong time.
If we come back a year later, how happy these days will be.
Yuan Qingling patted his hand on his chest and asked, "What are your hands doing?"
Yu Wenhao scratched the red mole on his chest with his nails, calmed down his mind, suppressed his anger, and said half cutely and half curiously: "It feels much bigger... No, this red mole is a bit strange.
, I took a second look and had no other thoughts."
He helped Yuan Qingling sit down on the chair, took off his clothes, and felt that his belly was much bigger. He stretched out his hand to touch it, and said: "You little brats, your father has to give you a bath before you are born."
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Yuan Qingling was helpless, "You know the temperature in the room is actually not that warm, right?"
Yu Wenhao quickly took a water spoon and poured it on her body. The temperature of the water was just right. When it was poured down, a cloud of white mist rose up.
"Is the water temperature suitable?" Yu Wenhao asked while taking a shower. He wiped her body with his other hand, which seemed very correct.
Yuan Qing Ling said: "It's appropriate."
She looked at her toes, glad she could still see them.
Yu Wenhao showered for a while, stopped to smear perfume on her body, and then moved his hands up and down without hesitation, looking professional and serious but also selfish.
Yuan Qingling couldn't help but laugh. Looking at his stubborn and stubborn look, she asked narrowly: "Lao Wu, do you need to arrange one or two roommates for you?"
Yu Wenhao said without raising his head: "Okay, you go and arrange it. They must look exactly like you. If I can find them, not just one, but ten or a hundred, I will accept them all."
After Yuan Qingling heard this, her heart moved and she asked tentatively: "Do you just look at this face?"
Yu Wenhao raised his head, glanced at her, then poured water from a spoon to wash away the fragrant dew, and said: "It can't be the Yuan Qingling from before."
"Do you think there is any difference between the person I used to be and the person I am now? Isn't it just that my temperament has changed a bit?" Yuan Qingling's face was red and her eyes were burning.
Yu Wenhao said nothing and kept showering her. After the shower, he wrapped her in a large towel and wiped her dry. Then he quickly went out to bring the stove in and put it next to her to dress her.
After everything was sorted, he stood up and looked at her.
There were water droplets on his face, sliding down the edge of his forehead and down his cheeks, past the already pink scar, and the water droplets reflected the glow of the wall lamp on the wall.
He was serious, and there was a glimmer of light in his dark eyes. He slowly asked: "Are you the former Yuan Qingling?"