Chapter 100: Possessed by the Declining God: Milk Bath
"Stinky mallard, what do you want to do? If the slaughterhouse is not open 24 hours a day," I struggled to get down.
Yan Ye hugged me tighter and tighter, holding me step by step up the stairs.
What is he going to do??? Lock me in a dark room??? Abuse lynching??? Or... destroy my innocence? Or... be sure to lock me in a dark room and abuse lynching, that is destroying my innocence one by one??
Horrible scenes flashed through my mind
Huh? The bathroom... also has hot water, no, it's a milk bath? Looking at the steaming milk bath in front of me, I looked at Yan Yeyi with a little question mark, could it be? He wants to play with me like a mandarin duck!
Wow, it’s so evil, I don’t want it, I don’t want it, wuwu... Yan Yeyi doesn’t want it! I’m just a part-time wife, I don’t want to be serious!
"Stay longer and don't let me smell the alcohol again." Yan Yeyi gently put me down, still talking to me coldly, not even looking at me, showing no intention of calming down.
"That's it? Are you sure there's nothing else?" I stared suspiciously and poked his cheek tentatively.
"If you still let me smell the smell of alcohol..." Yan Ye glanced at me meaningfully before turning around and walking out.
Lying in the white and tender milk bathtub, looking at the steaming milk spring, all the muscles and veins in the whole body stretch comfortably.
Yan Yeyi, why did he do this to me! Is it really fun? Oops! No matter what, I’ll leave some things to think about tomorrow!
"La la la la la..." I rubbed my wet hair and opened the bathroom door while humming a tune.
"Hey? Yan Yeyi, why are you standing here stupidly?" Looking at Yan Yeyi with his back leaning on the threshold, I looked at him curiously, as if he had been standing here frozen in this motion.
"Have you been standing here all this time?" If I counted correctly, I should have been soaking for almost an hour!
Yan Yeyi still looked at me coldly, without saying a word. He picked me up and walked into my room, then locked the door with a bang? Locked from behind?
"Yan Yeyi, what do you want to do?" In his arms, I suddenly had a bad feeling.
In dead silence, Yan Yeyi was like a robot, mechanically putting me on the dressing table stool and handing me a cup of hot tea. Huh? It’s Xingze Haoshuer, a hangover tea!!