After soaking in the bathtub until the water was cold, Ling Yansen put on a bathrobe and came out. A cup of strong tea from Sister Wu successfully saved his numb nerves.
After regaining consciousness for a while, he took out his toothbrush and spray. After a lot of fiddling with it, finally there was only a faint scent of mint left in his mouth, and he walked towards the end of the corridor.
Open the door gently and turn on a bedside lamp.
She looked very well-behaved when she was sleeping soundly. Apart from the sweet snoring in her nose, she neither grinded her teeth nor scratched, nor even turned over for a long time.
Ling Yansen gently put the little hand exposed outside the quilt into the quilt.
Noticing her sleeping posture, he frowned. It was the same last time. She was curled up all night, her slender body wrapped in the fetal position in her belly, her waist arched, her legs leaned forward, and she was tightly wrapped around herself.
Tight.
Psychologically speaking, this is an extremely insecure sleeping position.
He couldn't help but think that he might be in this position when sleeping.
In fact, he had known about her for a long time. Five years ago or earlier. Because the relationship between his eldest brother and Duan Fei developed from competition to hostility, out of curiosity, he secretly skipped class with Zhou Jirong and went to a girls' school in an attempt to intercept her or other members of the Duan family.
Ask the two children why the Duan family keeps an eye on his eldest brother.
But in the end, except for being angrily caught on the spot by his elder brother and writing a 10,000-word review report, he didn't even know what this girl named Duan Qingwu looked like.
Later, he was sent to the United States by his eldest brother.
Later, the family was destroyed and the eldest brother committed suicide. Soon, his father also...
Thinking of this, he frowned again, finally came to his senses, turned off the light, climbed onto the bed softly, lay down on his side, carefully pulled her over, and wrapped her soft and warm body in his arms.
I was instantly satisfied.
Qingwu had been sleeping deeply before, but now her body was constantly being forced to move, making her extremely uncomfortable, as if she was nestled in a warm and vast sea.
Ling Yansen couldn't sleep, with the warm fragrance of nephrite in his arms. He didn't have any wild thoughts, but he felt that this scene was too dreamlike, and he was worried that if he closed his eyes and opened them again, it would become a nightmare.
He slowly moved his head down, rubbed, searched, and finally buried it into the perfect linear ravine formed between her full breasts due to her sideways posture. He closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes brushed against her soft and elastic breasts.
The skin caused her to moan unconsciously and shyly.
He avoided it. He didn't want to get angry at this moment. After a while, he buried it again and breathed deeply in her light body fragrance, which was as clear and refreshing as an orchid in an empty valley. The more he smelled it, the more comfortable he felt, and the less uncomfortable he became.
Ken moved away, and finally, his thin lips touched her softness, kissing her carefully and gently.
After a long time, he closed his eyes, and in the warm ravine on her chest, he was like a wandering soul returning to Naihe Bridge, entangled in death.
"Ah Wu, I need you to love me, I need your care, I need your body's warmth."
No one could see the mist in his eyes in the darkness, and he looked like a poor homeless child.
He touched her smooth belly.
"My mother's words made me more determined. I was so looking forward to the arrival of this child. It was a bet, on which I staked all my dignity and pride in front of my mother, eldest brother, and father. He must be born safely and take risks for my stubbornness and desperation.
Testify and let me be saved. He is so important, so you must protect our child. Your future and mine depend on it."
After a long time, he sighed deeply, "Ah Wu, I am doing something that is likely to be punished by God."
After saying that, he gently kissed her smooth neck. The person in his arms was still sleeping deeply.
******
Qingwu woke up naturally from sleep, turned over and got up, and was shocked to find a man lying next to her. He was handsome and lazy, with a messy outline, exquisite facial features, strong chest, strong and undulating, long legs, and his big hands were placed arrogantly on her breasts.
On the chest, there is a soft puddle in one hand, and the grasp is so impartial.
After a while, patches of redness appeared on the little face.
While he was still sleeping deeply, she quickly squeezed his paw and moved it away. After a lot of effort, she finally got out of bed.
Wash up and go downstairs.
Sister-in-law Wu was already busy cooking, and the kitchen was filled with steam, making it look particularly homey.
Sister-in-law Wu asked her to go upstairs and call Ling Yansen.
She originally thought he was still sleeping, but she didn't want to open the door and saw that there was no one in the room, and the quilts were neatly spread out on the bed. She laughed, she never expected that a man like him would still do housework.
Opening the door to the morning exercise room, he was indeed here. The loud sound of water came from the bathroom behind.
She walked over and knocked on the frosted glass door, "Ling Yansen, come downstairs for dinner."
At the same time, the sound of the water died down, and she heard his slightly hoarse voice, casual and lazy, "Go to the master bedroom and bring me some clothes."
She rolled her eyes and thought, how did he get dressed without her calling him? Could he be swimming around naked in the corridor?
Even though he was so disdainful, she still obeyed and went to his master bedroom. There was a suit on the bed. He lived a very exquisite life. Even the suits were of the same brand, and they were on the back of each coat.
There was a logo sewn on the needle and thread, a capital letter b. She had heard that there was an old street near Manchester, England that specialized in making the world's top handmade men's suits, and the capital letter b happened to mean hand-tailored.
After scorning his taste which was so high-end that no one could understand, she walked to the morning exercise room with her suit. The clothes in her hands were of good quality, silky and weighty.
When Ling Yansen came out of the bathroom wrapped in a thin bath towel, Qing Wu didn't even glance at his figure that made people and gods angry, but asked, "How many suits do you wear on average?"
"Half a year's salary plus year-end bonus." He came over, threw the towel on her head, then opened his arms, waiting for her to serve him.
Qing Wu said sourly, "They are indeed the exploiting class!"
I walked over and wiped it here and there, and was about to leave. He lifted up my collar, and my back was instantly pressed against his chest, which was exuding heat.
His little face turned red, and a ghostly and seductive breath came from his earlobe, "Do you feel it? You're going to get away with me! Otherwise, if you don't wipe it clean, I'll use your body to wipe it dry, how about that?"
"..."
Qingwu resigned herself to her fate, wiped away the water stains for him, and tried her best to dress him despite his many demanding and cunning requests. She wailed in her heart, fearing that the white fungus soup that Sister Wu had stewed for her would have to be reheated.
There was an extra tie in his hand, and he said as if it was a matter of course, "Tie it on for me."
"..."
Qingwu had no choice but to stand on tiptoes and tie it for him seriously.
Ling Yansen lowered his eyes, the smile on his lips never going away. He looked down at her shiny black head and the heat from the kitchen rising in the empty hall outside the room behind her, feeling very happy.
what to do?
He thought that he would become more and more greedy for mornings like this.