Meng Beichen smiled happily, stepped forward and kissed her on the lips, which were red, soft and delicious, "Honey, don't make me wait too long." Then he got up and walked to the hot spring room.
Han Yixing was a little stunned by the words "wife". It seemed that he had never called him that before.
She lowered her head and chuckled. She felt a little overwhelmed when she looked at the swimsuit on the bed. Was she too happy to agree? Is there a more ordinary swimsuit?
In fact, no. Afraid that he would come to arrest him again, she quickly changed and wrapped another bath towel and her hair in a shower cap. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was still a little timid.
Han Yixing, Han Yixing, there is nothing to be afraid of, there is really nothing to be afraid of, he is just a man, and that man is still your husband, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid.[
She persuaded herself and walked towards the hot spring room. The smoke inside made her secretly relieved, and she probably couldn't see clearly.
She walked a little closer to the pool and found him leaning against the pool, smiling lazily.
She was a little nervous and couldn't laugh at all, so she heard him say: "It's been a while, come down quickly." He didn't go to reveal her room wrapped in a bath towel, and stretched out his hands to hug her.
"Well, I can just go down by myself."
"Oh!" He frowned with some dissatisfaction, and directly stretched out his hands to hug her down domineeringly. Han Yixing exclaimed, tightly hugging his chest and protecting the bath towel, his face was already red.
"Why are you taking a bath like this?" He didn't let her go, nor did he pull her bath towel. He pressed his forehead against hers, enjoying the sweetness, surrounded by the sound of running water and white smoke surrounding their bodies.
"Okay." Han Yixing buried her head and didn't dare to move. Although the water was up to her neck, she really couldn't let go in front of him.
"Baby, you are not very timid."
He whispered in her ear and kissed her small ear bit by bit.
It was a little itchy, but more of a tremor. She dodged for a moment, her heart beating faster. He wouldn't want to do that with her here, would he?
Han Yixing, you are so slow. You didn't think of this until now. Then, what should she do?
Meng Beichen noticed her nervousness and stiffness, couldn't help but sigh, and whispered: "Relax." She was already like this before he did anything to her. It was really frustrating.