Zhong Qing immediately breathed a sigh of relief and quickly pulled Yi Jian up and walked towards the back hall.
She sent him to the back, originally planning to come out and pack some things, but who knew that Yi Jian took her hand and handed her a piece of soap, "Help me take a bath."
"Ah? Uh? Huh?" Zhong Qing blinked in disbelief. What else could he say? They have been married for so long, and he has never asked her to take a bath for him!
She changed several expressions in an instant. Yi Jian saw that she was really cute. Zhong Qing shook her head in panic and blushed: "Young Marshal... I will let Xu Ang serve you."
Yi Jian remained silent and acted as if she wanted to go out.
Zhongqing thought of the things on her table, gritted her teeth secretly, and thought to herself, just wash it!
Yi Jian then stood obediently in front of Zhong Qing, looking as if she was too lazy to do anything, waiting for Zhong Qing to take off her clothes.
Zhong Qing blushed and quickly took off Yi Jian's clothes.
Yi Jian was not shy at all. She slowly got into the pool and waited for Zhong Qing to give herself a bath.
Zhongqing wore a silk cheongsam, which was slippery. After bathing Yi Jian like this, all her clothes were wet. The cheongsam outlined the lines of her body, and it was especially dazzling when it was dangling in front of Yi Jian's eyes.
He felt her small hands wiping over his body, and the desire in the water suddenly became erect.
A man's desire in the morning is always the strongest. At this moment, his whole body felt like he was about to burn up. Gradually, his loving eyes became darker and darker.
Zhong Qing's face turned red and her heart beat beating at the sight of his burning eyes. She just felt the heat suffocating on her, and her tentacles were covered with his hot skin, and her own breathing quickened.
Yi Jian was half lying there, Zhong Qing slowly wiping his neck. She didn't dare to look around, she just stared at his hand beside him and kept wiping it. Suddenly, her hand shook and she couldn't help it.
He shouted softly.
Yi Jian's hand had already grasped her chest through the cheongsam.
She subconsciously retreated, but he hooked his hand around her waist and pulled her toward the pool, then lowered his head and kissed her.
Being pinned by him in the water, she choked several times of water. Then she kicked her legs and tried to struggle out. Being pinned by him, she choked several times of water.
