Qiu Mo's eyes only stayed on his strong chest for a second, then she lowered her head shyly and continued to drink.
Leng Xiao casually took a towel, frowned and said, "Why didn't you take a shower before? You didn't even know how to turn on the water?"
"The water... the water is ready." How could Qiu Mo dare to say that she was distracted because of nervousness? Seeing him untying his belt, her face turned redder and she hurriedly went out the door: "You can wash it."
"Um."
Qiu Mo closed the door, and his lean waist and the edge of a pair of black trousers flashed through the crack of the door. She quickly closed the door, caressed her breathless chest, and moved the back of her hand to her face. Her skin was hot.
Even she was shocked.
The sound of rushing water came, and a shadow was vaguely reflected on the frosted glass door.
Qiu Mo stood there a little awkwardly, neither sitting nor standing for a while, so she had to look at the layout of his room over and over again, and finally she could even memorize a few tassels on the curtains.
There was a creak, and a strong forearm of his stretched out from the crack in the door. His voice came faintly along with the sound of water: "Bring me the pajamas on the bed."
"Okay." Qiu Mo touched the bed twice and found his pajamas, white cotton pajamas with a refreshing soapy scent. She came to the bathroom door and put the pajamas in his hands.
She was a little nervous, so she turned her head to the side after handing it over. After waiting for a long time, she didn't see him picking it up, so she turned around strangely. When she turned around, she saw that the door behind her was wide open, and he was wearing a bath towel, half-smiling but not smiling.
Staring at her face that turned red all of a sudden.
"Ah." Qiu Mo subconsciously covered her eyes.
Leng Xiao's man had already arrived in front of her and forcefully took her hand away. The strong masculine aura approached instantly, leaving Qiu Mo at a loss.
Although he was her legal husband, except for that drunken relationship and that sudden kiss, they had never had such an intimate skin-to-skin kiss.
But now, he was so close to her, and she could clearly smell the fragrance of the bath emanating from his strong body. She pinched the corners of her clothes nervously, not even daring to raise her head.
"Wipe my hair." He threw the towel in his hand on her head.
With her sight blocked, Qiu Mo's vision went dark. She really wanted to leave it alone, but in the end she took off the towel and walked over to the man who was already leaning on the bed.
Leng Xiao was flipping through a financial magazine in his hand, enjoying the personal service with a leisurely expression.
Her little hands were tossing on the top of his head, and the ups and downs of her chest were rubbing against his shoulders. The soft skin exuded a baby-like fragrance, and every breath of the fragrance was like a breeze blowing on his face.
.
Suddenly he couldn't read the text in front of him, and he was a little distracted.
If he hadn't considered that she was pregnant, he wouldn't have guaranteed not to do something now.
Qiu Mo just wiped his hair seriously. His hair was black and smooth, and the quality was surprisingly good. She dried him carefully inch by inch, completely unaware of the eyes of the man under her that were already filled with desire.
Fortunately, this torturous work was over soon. Leng Xiao seemed to feel relieved. He threw the book on the table aside, slid down and lay down, and said in a calm tone, as if he said something ordinary: