"I think, don't waste this full bucket of hot water. You have to wash it anyway, so why not let's wash it together? This seems to be called...a mandarin duck bath..."
Her kind invitation made Ye Ming's eyes burn with fire, but he still held back and gave her the shirt in his hand. He criticized seriously, "Wash it quickly, don't catch a cold."
He closed the glass door again.
...
After a while, He Bing wiped off all the water droplets on his body, and then walked out wearing his white shirt. The man's shirt was too wide and covered her knees. The loose lining made her more delicate.
She walked to the bed, lifted his quilt and lay down in it.
The fragrant masculinity of his body was all over the quilt.
"Ye Ming, I've finished washing, you can go and wash."
Ye Ming watched her naturally climb into his quilt, put her big hands into her trouser pockets, and turned around to enter the bathing area.
He closed the sliding glass door with a "swipe" and dug into his trouser pockets with his big palm, but found no cigarette. He closed his handsome eyes and stretched out his long tongue to lick his dry thin lips.
Over the years, he has seen many women, all kinds of women throwing themselves at him, giving various hints. He would not be so stupid that he could not see her hints. She was here to seduce him.
She wants to sleep with him.
This little fox was almost too passionate for him to bear.
Only then did Ye Ming feel that he was getting older. A 35-year-old uncle dated a lively young girlfriend. He was really... quite lucky.
...
Ye Ming took a cold shower, then came out wearing a black vest and trousers. He took out another quilt from the cabinet and made it on the floor.
He Bing didn't sleep. She supported her little head with a strong arm and looked at him with full eyes, "Ye Ming, tonight is probably the time when you are the most upright gentleman in your life."
Ye Ming lay down and closed his eyes, "Bingbing, go to bed early."
He Bing sat up and sat on the edge of the bed. She stretched out her snow-white feet and lifted the quilt covering the man's body.
He was wearing a black vest, and his two strong arms were exposed. His shoulders were thick and his chest muscles were strong. He Bing looked directly at him and said, "Ye Ming, you have become a coward."
Ye Ming didn't open his eyes. He hooked his cold lips and said, "Are you afraid of sleeping?"
"..." He Bing kicked him.
Ye Ming felt that her little feet were causing trouble, so he reached out and grabbed her delicate ankles.
But when his vision went dark, a soft girl's body fragrance hit his nostrils, and He Bing fell directly from the bed into his arms.
Because the quilt on her body was kicked off by her, now she was completely buried in his strong chest.
"Giggle", He Bing laughed as she lay in his arms.
Ye Ming lowered his eyes and looked at the young, palm-sized face in his arms, "You did it on purpose, huh?"
He Bing raised his little head and looked at the handsome face of Chi Chi in front of him, and said with a smile, "Ye Ming, you sit still and don't want anything anymore. It's so cute. I really want to move to a chaste husband.
Award to you."
Ye Ming rolled his Adam's apple up and down, knowing that she was making fun of him.
He Bing stretched out her soft fingertips and touched his beard. She seemed to particularly love touching his beard.
Ye Ming quickly held down her flailing little hands, then took the quilt and stuffed her into the quilt. It was cold at night and she was wearing thin clothes. He was afraid that she would catch a cold.
"Ye Ming, do you really don't want to?" He Bing asked him. Now he has become weird, and he has really become Liu Xiahui, who is still pregnant.
Ye Ming held her in his arms, kissed her forehead, and then whispered softly, "Bingbing, let's get married."
He said---Bingbing, let's get married.
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