Listening to his lingering words of love, Chang Shang immediately beamed and smiled.
Raising her hand to stroke his peach blossom eyes, happiness flowed from the corner of her mouth. She nodded heavily: "I know. For me, the most beautiful thing in these years is meeting you. Chang Mian, I feel very happy, so happy
It’s like a dream…”
Her breath was filled with his breath, the faint orchid fragrance, which smelled very good and even had a calming effect on her mind.
There was only him and her in the bedroom, the two of them stared at each other quietly, his breath wrapped around her, and her smile warmed him, merging into one, blending into each other's flesh and blood, spreading throughout the body.
For a moment, he felt that they just merged into one and couldn't tell each other apart.
Chang Mian closed her eyes slightly, feeling this unique state. After a long time, she reluctantly got up from her body and planned to go to the bathroom to take a shower.
When he turned around, he accidentally caught a glimpse of several books on the table by the bed, and the top one was open.
"What is this? Why do you like reading military books?"
Chang Shang chuckled: "Prenatal education."
Chang Mian raised his eyebrows and felt incredible: "Are you as prenatally educated as you? Do you want to give birth to a war maniac or a demon king in the future? Look at what books you are reading? "War Madman", "Chinese Classical Masters Series"——
"Sun Tzu's Art of War", "Analysis of War in the 21st Century", "Military Thought Library—Caesar's War", "World Map"..."
She turned sideways, resting her head on her delicate hands, with a playful smile on her face, "Your study room is full of these kinds of books, and there are no other texts for my entertainment, so I can only teach the baby in advance how to inherit his father's legacy.
"
Chang Mian chuckled, ignored her joke, took off his clothes and went in to take a bath.
There were neatly stacked clothes in the bathroom, which was full of the smell of sunshine. Chang Mian suddenly thought of something and walked out shirtless: "Did you wash my clothes?"
Chang Shang nodded.
Chang Mian slapped his forehead: "This Leng Heng, nothing can be arranged well. He is not allowed to wash his hands tomorrow. It hurts his hands. I asked Leng Heng to hire a part-time worker to clean them. I have been so busy these days that I didn't pay attention to these little things. You idiot, too.
I don’t know how to remind Leng Heng, this place is not like City A, there are not so many servants to help you, but it is not your turn to do it yourself."
"It doesn't matter, I'm free anyway."
Washing, cooking, and cleaning the house were all small tasks, and she didn't think they were hard work.
Chang Shang nodded indifferently, her eyes falling on his perfect figure and lingering.
When she realized that she was a nymphomaniac, she looked away in panic.
Her heart was pounding, but fortunately Chang Mian had already turned around and didn't notice her gaffe.
Huhu...
As if she had done something bad without being noticed, she covered her hands with the quilt and giggled secretly.
She lay on the bed with her eyes closed and waited for him to take a shower. Because she still had important things to ask him, she didn't really sleep even if her upper and lower eyelids were fighting.
Chang Mian walked back softly after taking a bath and wrapped in her nightgown. She tilted her head and stared at him for a moment. To Chang Mian, she seemed to be giggling.
Not knowing why she was giggling, he took two quick steps, walked to her, lifted up the quilt and lay down next to her warm body, pinched her face, and said with a smile: "Is there anything happy that makes you smile?"
So stupid."
He saw her murmuring and raising her charming lips, and just as he was about to put his hand on it, she knocked it down again.