After all, washing your hair is not too relaxing compared to other things! And if you have some hairspray on your hair, you really need to wash it.
Bo Zhanye smiled, squeezed out the shampoo, used hot water to make a lather, then put it on her head and rubbed it carefully for her.
After that, let her tilt her head back slightly and wash her with foam.
A series of movements, gentle and natural, considerate and gentle, and very fast.
Fu Xixi's nervous heart was softened little by little, and the awkward and uneasy emotions in her heart gradually turned into sweetness:
"Bo Zhanye, you are so kind."
"Where's the best place?"
"Anywhere is fine!"
He smiled, somewhat disbelieving: "Is it really possible that you are so good that you are ashamed to even take a shower, and you still want to refuse to stay away on your wedding night?"
The helpless voice was endearing.
Lan Xixi's little face tightened: "No, it's normal to be shy. Do I have to be as courageous as those women, stand in front of you without any clothes on, and ask you to do anything to me? Not at all.
shy.
That way you will definitely lose interest!"
Bo Zhanye raised his lips and answered quite neatly: "No. You can try."
Fu Xixi was startled: "..."
Can we continue chatting today?
She directly changed the subject: "I've finished washing, help me get a bath towel."
Every time a key topic comes up, she chooses to avoid it.
Bo Zhanye was helpless, but he didn't refuse. He turned off the water and used a towel to dry the water on her hair. Then he took the large bath towel and handed it to her, wrapping her body up:
"You go sit in front of the mirror cabinet first. I'll dry it and come over to dry your hair."
Fu Xixi nodded, hummed, walked to the mirror cabinet, and wiped her hair.
In fact, it was not the first time that Bo Zhanye washed her hair, but he still had the patience to wash her hair on their wedding night, which was very warm and considerate.
She smiled sweetly, applied skin lotion, and then took the initiative to blow dry her hair after he blew it dry for her.
The man's hair is not long, and the fingertips and hair are very intimate.
When Bo Zhanye walked in front of her, he hugged her waist.
Sure enough, men can't stay calm for more than a few minutes.
Fu Xixi tightened her body and turned off the hair dryer: "Can you wait a moment?"
"Huh? If you blow yours and I hug mine, will there be any impact?" Bo Zhanye said it quite naturally, as if she was too nervous and concerned.
But where is his hand touching?
Fu Xixi pursed her lips: "Of course it will have an impact. What if I accidentally burn you later?"
"Then don't blow dry your hair." Bo Zhanye stood up, picked her up directly, and walked out. His steps were steady and powerful, and his momentum was strong.
Without giving her a chance to react, he carried her to the bed and kissed her on the lips:
"Xiaoxi, I've waited too long for this day, let's not waste time."
"Also, I wanted to do this the moment I saw you in your wedding dress."
The domineering and low-pitched voice carries too much depression and emotion.
Fu Xixi's nose was filled with his pleasant scent, like sunshine rushing toward her, hot and warm, and irresistible.
It's like a flood that is so strong that it wants to swallow her up.
She knew everything would happen tonight, and she was willing to say:
"Well...get the contraceptives first."
Bo Zhanye stopped kissing her and looked at her with deep suspicion: "Now that we are husband and wife, it is natural even if we get pregnant, why do we need to use that thing?"
Indeed, pregnancy is a matter of course, and even Fu Xixi wants to experience the feeling of having her husband by her side during pregnancy.
only......
Her condition has not yet been determined. The poison in her body will definitely affect the fetus, and she does not have much time to live. If she is found to be pregnant, she will die...
One corpse, two lives!
She didn't want innocent children to suffer along with her.