Leng Yan was silent, caressing her back with his big hands. The fine calluses in his palms rubbed her smooth and delicate skin, and the warm temperature ironed her cold body and mind.
After a long time, the warm moisture gradually dissipated. Jiang Ruoxi shuddered, moved her body, and shrank into Leng Yan's arms.
"It's cold, isn't it?" Leng Yan stretched out his long arm, brought a bath towel within reach, and draped it over her body, which was damp from the steam.
Jiang Ruoxi just hummed, but did not raise her head to look at him.
Leng Yan carried her into the glass shower room. As soon as the semi-curved door was opened, the hot water in the shower quickly heated up the small space.
"Your clothes are wet." Jiang Ruoxi took a small step away from his arms, folded her slender arms around her chest, and saw that a large area of the expensive i-shirt he was wearing had darkened.
"You compensate." Leng Yan said coldly, but his usually stern face had an unprecedented softness. He unbuttoned his shirt with his slender fingers and threw it out of the shower room.
Jiang Ruoxi just blinked her eyes, water droplets flowed down from the top of her hair, blurring her eyes. She could only see clearly by blinking hard. The warm water flowed to her elbow, causing a slight stinging pain.
She frowned unconsciously.
Leng Yan took her arm, inspected it carefully, then raised her elbow, put it to his lips, and breathed gently. Unexpectedly, her fall was quite serious.
"Does it hurt?" Leng Yan raised his eyes and looked at her moist eyes, with a faint layer of moisture, and asked softly.
"I'm fine." Jiang Ruoxi shook her head. He must have seen everything that happened by the river just now?
It wasn't until her body warmed up that Leng Yan walked out of the shower room with her in his arms. He took a clean bath towel and put it on her body. He stood barefoot on the cold floor tiles. Jiang Ruoxi's hand on Leng Yan's shoulder moved slightly.
force.
"Get out quickly! Don't freeze anymore." Leng Yan pushed her out of the bathroom, and then walked into the shower room.
Jiang Ruoxi stood at the door of the bathroom, listening to the sound of running water coming from inside. After being stunned for a few seconds, she put on her nightgown and got into bed, leaving only her pale face exposed.
Leng Yan only wore a bath towel around his waist, and his thick black hair was still dripping with water. He walked to the bed and sat down, "Let me see your injury."
"I'm fine." Jiang Ruoxi was so cold that she didn't want to move at all, she just wanted to stay in bed like this.
Leng Yan didn't think so. The next second, he lifted the silk quilt on her body, clasped her wrist with his big hand, but gently pulled her to his side.
"Well, it's cold." The heater was clearly on in the room, but it didn't seem to be of much use to Jiang Ruoxi.
Leng Yan took the remote control on the side, adjusted the temperature upwards, then took the coat on the side and put it on her body, "Is it still cold? If it's still cold, hug me." His tone was extremely gentle.
, making Jiang Ruoxi temporarily distracted.
He took the potion and applied it on her. Although Jiang Ruoxi was afraid of the pain, she still endured it.
The night was getting darker and darker, and the faint moonlight spilled into the room like running water. In the entire huge bedroom, only two bedside lamps were turned on. Jiang Ruoxi leaned in Leng Yan's arms, but she couldn't fall asleep.
He let out a breath.
"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Leng Yan's voice came from the top of her hair. His voice was as calm as ever, with no emotion audible.
"Leng Yan." Jiang Ruoxi moved her body, raised her face slightly, and looked at Leng Yan.
But Leng Yan just closed his eyes, hummed softly, and tightened the hand on her waist a little more.
"People always change, right?" Jiang Ruoxi's question was like an ignorant child asking an elder, because she had fallen into deep confusion.
"What?" Leng Yan finally opened his eyes, his bottomless eyes staring at her closely.
"It's nothing, I just feel that something is wrong and some people have become different." Jiang Ruoxi said lightly.
Leng Yan's fingers suddenly clasped her chin, and their eyes met, "You are not allowed to doubt about another man. Don't forget, you are already married to me."
Jiang Ruoxi was stunned by his sudden anger. Does he mind? Does he care now?
"I didn't. It was just an accident that he and I met at night." Jiang Ruoxi explained, although her words were not strong enough.
"Really?" Leng Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Then he kissed you." His fingertips moved to her pink lips. Although he saw that Jiang Ruoxi was forcefully kissed, he still felt very sad.
uncomfortable.
"Have you seen it all?" Jiang Ruoxi was still a little uneasy when she heard him say it himself.
So what is she worried about? Is she afraid that he will misunderstand? Is she afraid that he will be angry? Or is she afraid that he will say those two heartbreaking words?
She didn't know it herself either.
"Are you disappointed that I saw you?" Leng Yan said angrily, because Jiang Ruoxi's evasive eyes made him unhappy.
"You should be lucky that I saw that he just touched your lips. If he dares to touch you more, then I can't guarantee what I will do to him." Leng Yan seemed to direct the anger in his heart towards him.
Jiang Ruoxi vented her anger bit by bit.
Jiang Ruoxi pursed her lips. She believed his words, but was it worth it for her?
"Don't doubt it. As long as you are my wife, Leng Yan, no man can touch you." After Leng Yan finished speaking, he put his lips together, covered hers, and sucked hard, like
It was like wiping away the breath of another man on her lips.
His sudden kiss made Jiang Ruoxi a little unable to resist. She felt that she was about to suffocate, but he was unwilling to let go like this. It wasn't until Jiang Ruoxi felt that her breath was gradually disappearing, and her consciousness was about to leave her body, that he
release.
"I don't like the smell of other men on your body. You'd better stay away from those men who covet you." Leng Yan hugged her into his arms again and turned off the only light in the room.
Jiang Ruoxi was still panting, her chest kept rising and falling, inadvertently rubbing against his solid chest, until she noticed a strange feeling against her, she reached out and pushed hard, and her face was stained with a light
of crimson.
Leng Yan frowned. This damn woman aroused his desire, but she pushed him away. He really wanted to kill her, but he held it back because he was afraid of going on any further.
He will have to take care of this little woman at home again tomorrow.
He reached out with his long arms and pulled her into his arms again. Jiang Ruoxi struggled awkwardly, trying to escape from his arms. Although his arms were warm, she did not want to evoke his wolf nature at all.
.
"Don't move." His voice became hoarse and deep, but even more magnetic and charming.
Jiang Ruoxi's back was against his broad chest, and the warmth flowed to her through her clothes. Not long after, she fell asleep deeply in his arms.
When Leng Yan heard her even breathing, he closed his eyes and buried his face in her hair. The delicious and elegant fragrance of her hair spread into his nose along with the fragrance of her body. This was his
His favorite smell, and this charming and elegant fragrance is only hers. He has fallen deeply into it without knowing it.