"Didn't you see that I'm wearing pajamas?" He reached out and took the towel from her hand and wiped her hair, "Why don't you use a hair dryer?"
"I don't like it. My hair is short. Just wipe it and it will dry." She shook her head, raised her eyes to look at his face, and quickly lowered her eyes. She felt a little embarrassed and her face felt a little feverish.
No one has ever wiped her hair.
"It's not short anymore." He said, indeed, her hair was no longer longer than when we first met. It was draped over her shoulders softly, and she looked pure and cute when paired with her white nightgown.[
His heart moved slightly when he saw it, but he put the towel back into her hand and said, "Put it back in the bathroom!"
After ordering her forcefully, Han Yixing pouted and went back to the bathroom to comb her hair. When she came back, she saw that he was already lying on her bed.
Only then did she become a little surprised, her heart was pounding unconsciously, and her voice stuttered, "What are you doing?"
"I'll sleep here tonight!" He interrupted her and announced, smiling slightly evilly.
When Han Yixing walked a few steps away from the bed, she didn't dare to move. It wasn't that they had slept together in the same bed, but every time they were sick or had an accident, he made such a clear announcement like tonight that she had to
Somewhat flustered.
"Honey, how long have we been married?"
He asked again, his voice was very low, with a hint of temptation, but Han Yixing took two big steps back as if he was frightened. Looking at him, he felt a little annoyed and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Wife, he actually called her wife?
Han Yixing felt that he might have had auditory hallucinations, or that he had been in the pool for too long today, causing severe itching in his brain.
"Come here!" He stretched out his hand and ordered.
Han Yixing didn't go over and asked him rather worriedly, "Meng Beichen, do you have a fever?"
"Little one, you have a fever!" He cursed in a low voice, ran out of bed, picked her up and rolled her into the bed.
Han Yixing screamed in fear, closing his eyes and screaming as if the house was about to collapse.
He lowered his head and blocked her voice with his lips. He did not kiss her deeply, but just pecked and bit her gently. When he saw that she was quiet and looking at him with her eyes wide open, he let her go a little.
"Are you still barking?" He raised his eyebrows, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he looked down at her with a mist in his eyes.