Sleep naked together?

  Qiao Yunxue rummaged through her closet, holding the grey wolf pajamas and frowning for a long time. She picked them up and put them down repeatedly.

  Rong Qian returned to her room, gazing at her tangled movements, calmly staring at the gray wolf pattern.

  Turning around and glancing at Rong Qian, Qiao Yunxue suddenly hummed: "What are you looking at? Cartoons have their charm. Only those who can appreciate cartoons have creativity."

  The corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he took a step forward with a humble expression. He furrowed his brow: "This is already broken." He very naturally took over the pajamas, "I'll help you..."

  With a burst of strength from both hands, the cartoon pajamas ripped apart, and finally, the broken face of Grey Wolf could no longer be stitched back together.

  "Rong Qian, you owe me a nightgown..." Who allowed him to tear her nightgown? Qiao Yunxue glared at him to death.

  "Are you asking me to tear them apart?" Rong Qian asked with an innocent face.

  Some reluctantly glanced at the broken sleepwear, Qiao Yunxue found a sleepwear to go out and closed the bathroom door tightly. However, the complaining voice could still be heard by Rong Qian: "Rong Qian, you must have done it on purpose." Now she can only miss her cartoon sleepwear.

  She leaned sideways, staring at the tightly closed bathroom door, her lips slightly curled up, reclining on the bed, flipping through the pillowcase, where was the "Human Initial" he bought?

  She got up and turned over the bed sheet, without even seeing a shadow. Rong Qian's gaze was fixed on the bedside table on Qiao Yunxue's side.

  Taking a big step forward, she pulled open the cabinet door and looked up and down, and sure enough found it at the very bottom.

  "Clouds and snow..." Hei Tong flashed, Rong Qian shook his head, picked up "The Beginning of Man". After reading two pages, he suddenly put it down, got up and went to the living room, took a bottle of red wine from the refrigerator, poured two cups. Holding one cup in hand, he returned to the room.

  Put one on the bedside table and slowly savor your own cup.

  Qiao Yunxue pushed open the door and came in. She glanced inside, muttering: "Rong Qian, won't you draw the curtains? Won't you turn on the air conditioner? I suspect you must be a spoiled brat who's been pampered by your grandparents since childhood." The room was filled with hot air. On such a hot day, he was actually drinking red wine inside without turning on the air conditioner. She had just taken a bath and estimated that in two minutes she would be sweating again.

  "Oh." He indeed obediently followed her instructions, doing everything perfectly. Then elegantly leaned against the bedside cabinet, savoring the red wine.

  He was too cooperative, making Qiao Yunxue feel a bit embarrassed. She slowly raised her head, glanced over the lowered curtains, and gazed at the slender man who was lazily sipping red wine. Her face gradually turned red.

  Actually, the wind is quite strong tonight, and it's comfortable to blow. The temperature is indeed high. Maybe he sits in an air-conditioned office every day, and now he wants to open the window on purpose to feel some natural wind. But still listen to her opinion, and do everything according to her instructions.

  Rong Qian's gaze fell quietly on Qiao Yunxue without leaving any trace.

  She was still wearing the same nightgown as last night, only adding a small silk shawl over the bright red nightgown, covering her arms and chest.

  Her eyes were deep and calm, with a hint of shyness — what woman sleeps with her cloak still on?

  With a slight sway of his wine glass, Yun Xian faintly drew out the arc of a smile: "Yunxue, tomorrow we're going to Shenzhen."

  "What's wrong?"

  "Let's go together tomorrow. A week from now." The tone was gentle and soft, but it sounded irresistible.

  Qiao Yunxue shook her head, making an effort to maintain a dignified smile as she passed by him, keeping her body balanced and outlining a few points of elegance.

  It happened that she accidentally bumped into Rong Qian's hand, causing the red wine to spill all over her face.

  Rong Qian: "Ah, damn it!" Jiao Yunxue jumped up. Her hands frantically patted her chest, as if trying to pat off all the red wine.

  Rong Qian held his wine cup, seemingly a bit at a loss: "Yunxue..."

  Qiao Yunxue jumped up and down, her beautiful eyes shining brightly: "Rong Qian, you're doing this on purpose. Your eyes aren't allowed to look at my...my..." She couldn't continue speaking. Because he had originally only glanced at her lightly, but now that she mentioned it, his gaze actually locked onto the tight fabric of her chest.

  His eyes seemed to be burning with a fierce passion... just a light sweep, as if teasing.

  The skirt was completely wet and clung tightly to her chest, still reeking of alcohol. It wasn't originally transparent, but now it was vaguely visible.

  "Not..." Rong Yu clarified calmly and unhurriedly, but his slightly narrowed black pupils had a hint of amusement. When she was angry, it felt like watching a vivid painting come to life.

  Staring at Rong Qian, Qiao Yunxue suddenly took big strides towards the wardrobe, rummaged through it fiercely, and finally found a suitable outfit inside. Smugly passing by him: "I'll borrow your shirt to wear." His shirt was long enough to serve as her nightgown.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, soon after, Qiao Yunxue walked by in front of him, wearing his shirt. Her beautiful long legs moved elegantly under the shirt, vividly entering his line of sight.

  This shirt on her, unexpectedly more charming than any fashion. Rong Qian's heart moved, put down the wine glass, and followed her to the bedside. Who knew that after taking only two steps, Qiao Yunxue turned around and solemnly handed him the half-wet skirt she had just changed into: "Wash clothes."

  "Tomorrow..." He also wanted to rest early today.

  "It's not okay." Qiao Yunxue muttered, "A man must take responsibility for his own mistakes."

  Helplessly smiling, Qian put down the red wine and picked up her skirt under Jiao Yunxue's urging gaze. After thinking for a moment, she didn't go to find the washing machine, but instead went to wash it in the bathroom.

  Listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Qiao Yunxue slowly cracked a smile and lay on the big bed, but gradually became dazed. Last night's events were still vivid in her mind. That stubborn Rong Jian, who had made her take responsibility last night, shouldn't be asking for it again tonight... but what if he did? What would she do then?

  "Yunxue——" A gentle and calm voice came over. The sound of water stopped.

  "Oh?" She responded, not wanting to move.

  "Yunxue——" Rong Qian's voice seemed less calm than just now.

  What happened?

  Lazily getting up, lazily coming to the bathroom, looking at Rong Qian who was surprisingly bare-chested helping her wash her pajamas. But...

  "Rong Qian!" - Qiao Yunxue let out a tiger-like roar. She rushed over, snatched her own nightgown back, and puffed up her small mouth at the night robe.

  "Yunxue, I'll be more careful next time." Rongqian coaxed in a good temper, "I definitely won't wash your sleeping clothes to tatters again." On his fingertips, the originally beautiful red skirt had become two pieces of unrelated red cloth.

  He ruined two of her nightgowns in one evening.

  "Do you want to go down next time?" Glaring at him, Qiao Yunxue's eyes twitched.

  "What's going on?" The door creaked open, and Yanzi's extremely beautiful face appeared, her eyes curiously scanning the inside. "Isn't it just a lovers' quarrel? Why are you two fighting at the foot of the bed? Miss Qiao, is he not satisfying you? I heard today that three hours isn't even a big deal!"

  "Shut up!" Qiao Yunxue turned around and glared at her, "Don't spout nonsense. He just didn't know how to do laundry and ended up ruining my pajamas."

  "Doing laundry?" It seemed like a shock, Yanzi's smile disappeared, her beautiful face distorted in fright. She didn't care about anything else and rushed in hastily, only to stare at the red cloth in Rong Qian's hand. Yanzi's eyes widened more and more, finally staring at Qiao Yunxue with a frightened expression, asking in a low voice, "You let him help you wash your nightgown?"

  "What's wrong with that?" Qiao Yunxue frowned, "Men and women are equal. Both can do laundry and cook. I have to go to work and do chores. Why can't he? Yanzhi, do you want to marry a man who is only useful in bed and useless everywhere else?"

  Her eyes were deep and mysterious, with a hint of shyness. What was she doing on the bed? When she wasn't fighting, she was quite skilled at verbal sparring.

  "It makes sense." Muttering to herself, Swallow wanted to say something, but suddenly clutched her belly and burst out laughing. Laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight, "Woo woo, I'm going to laugh myself into a daze. Doing household chores hahaha, using it on the bed hahaha..."

  Rong Qian will do household chores, she'd rather die than believe it.

  Staring at the swallow's silly smile, Qiao Yunxue looked at her calmly. Her gaze lingered on her green nightgown for a long time, and finally she pouted: "If you're done laughing, you can go back to your room. My air conditioner is a bit strong, it might freeze the swallow." That nightgown of hers was basically useless, except for being aesthetically pleasing.

  "Haven't finished laughing. Won't freeze me." Swallow was delighted. But with a sweep of her eyes, she saw Rong Qian's warning gaze and had to reluctantly get up, slowly walking out, "Qiao Yunxue, if you can last three months as my girlfriend, I'll worship you."

  At this moment, Rong Qian's mobile phone rang, and he had to put down the broken red cloth strip and walk out. He looked at the number and frowned slightly, walking towards the study room.

  He locked himself in his study, sat down, and answered the phone with a humble tone.

  "Mr. Rong..." Su Qinglan's soft voice came over.

  "Oh?" Rong Qian said lightly, "Miss Su?"

  Su Qinglan seemed to be desperately controlling her emotions, somewhat tense: "Director Rong, don't you really mind that Qiao Yunxue and Shao Fan have been in love for many years? What I did, although a bit showy, but I really said are all facts. If Qiao Yunxue didn't love Shao Fan, how could she still discuss things with him? Director Rong is so clever, wouldn't he see through Qiao Yunxue's true nature?"

  "Miss Su, have you finished?" Rong Qian interrupted her calmly.

  "I..." Su Qinglan's tone changed and she became anxious, "I haven't finished speaking yet."

  "To get straight to the point." Yung said calmly, "Miss So, you should understand my habits better than anyone else - I don't tolerate nonsense."

  "I'm absolutely not talking nonsense." Su Qinglan seemed to jump up anxiously, "Boss Rong, I did that for your own good. Although Qiao Yunxue is just your mistress, she still has a relationship with you! If she didn't cut ties with Shao Fan, how could you possibly be at ease? I'm helping you! Let her devote herself to you wholeheartedly! Look, Qiao Yunxue doesn't dare to look for Shao Fan anymore."

  "I trust Yunxue completely. Yunxue is worthy of my trust." Rong Qian raised an eyebrow, "Does Miss Su have anything else to say? If not, I'm hanging up."

  "Sui Qinglan hesitated, not daring to get to the point. Asking her to apologize to Jiao Yunxue in Jinghua was more unimaginable than asking for her life."

  "I hope Auntie Luo won't hit me on the phone again next time." Rong Qian's dark eyes deepened slightly.

  "Wait a minute——" Su Qinglan's voice suddenly became sharp, "Rong Qian, they've been in love for eight years, could it be that every day they just gaze at the stars and moon, holding hands and strolling through the park so innocently? Don't you worry that Qiao Yunxue might have even had an abortion for Shao Fan?"

  "Miss Su, you're going too far." Rong Qian's tone turned a few degrees colder. "If Yunxue hadn't given in, then it would be you who had been beaten and lost the child right now. Miss Su, you lack understanding of the two words 'self-love'."

  “Y...y...” Su Qinglan was so angry that she couldn't speak. After much effort, she finally made Qiao Yunxue lose face in public, but as a result, she herself was in a dilemma, and her heart was filled with hatred. "Rongqian, you're a clever person, you can easily find a 17 or 18-year-old girl to be your mistress, why did you have to choose her?"

  "Oh..." Rong Qian murmured, smiling faintly. "There's only one kind of good woman in this world - a woman who knows how to cherish herself. If Mrs. Luo doesn't understand men, she can communicate with Mr. Luo properly. Maybe then Mrs. Luo won't be deprived of Mr. Luo's care. And by the way, I've recorded all our conversation just now. Mrs. Luo understands."

  "Rong Qian——" The sharp voice sounded again, and Su Qinglan's hateful expression could almost be imagined.

  Rong Qian slowly pressed the exit key. Deep dark pupils.

  Slowly falling into the night sky.

  Woman...

  He got up and opened the door of his study. He was slightly taken aback.

  Swallows and Cloud Snow are making a lively scene in the living room, what are they doing?

  Take a light step, walk a few steps with humility, and suddenly stop. It's neither a cry nor a laugh.

  Three women are enough for a play, two are already sufficient.

  A 25-year-old woman and a 28-year-old woman have enough common language. Qiao Yunxue, who subconsciously rejected Swallow, was always deceived by her innocent smile. Mingming wanted to stay away from Swallow, but ended up being entangled with her and chatting with her.

  "The swallow's questions came one after another: 'I'm curious, what else did he help you wash?'"

  "Lingerie." This answer should satisfy Yanzhi. Qiao Yunxue thought.

  "When he touches your underwear, don't you think that's him touching you there?" asked Yanz.

  Qiao Yunxue finally realized that she was indeed old and couldn't keep up with the bold remarks of the new generation.

  Swallow's eyes sparkled with surprise: "Will he say that your underwear sponge is a bit thick?"

  Ah!

  This sentence blew away all of Qiao Yunxue's romantic thoughts, staring at Yanzi: "Did he also say that to you?" Damn it, Rong Qian was deceived, and it turned out to be quite hidden, every day putting on a face without temperature pretending to be pure.

  "Anyway!" Swallow panted, "He didn't say it to my face, but his expression meant that. Qiao Yunxue, I'm telling you, if you want to occasionally get the upper hand in front of him and feel a sense of accomplishment, you'd better ignore him. Otherwise, you'll be at a disadvantage in front of him for your whole life, and there's no way to complain to anyone."

  "Oh——" Qiao Yunxue dragged out her voice. Swallow girl was really familiar with Rong Qian. But what did she want to do? Was she standing on which side?

  "Cough!" The swallow coughed violently.

  "Of course, Mr. Rong is a bit bad." Qiao Yunxue nodded, "But we're not talking about men now."

  "What are you talking about?" The swallow blinked her eyes, "What else can we talk about between us except for Mr. Rong? Look, see how much Mr. Rong values me, treating me as a honored guest. So don't think about driving me away. I said, as long as you're not pregnant, I'll stick to Mr. Rong every day. Qiao Yunxue, hehe, I love seeing your defeated look the most."

  Speechless, Qiao Yunxue weakly glared at Yanzi: "We're not discussing men now. We're discussing household chores."

  "Ah?" Yanzi was stunned, her long phoenix eyes widening, "You won't let me help you with the laundry, will you?"

  "No, you do it yourself." With a smile, Qiao Yunxue slowly got up and headed back to her room, "You'll be doing it tonight." The 200 square meters of floor space was enough for this spoiled young lady to clean. It's true that the clever swallow wouldn't give her an opportunity to ruin the marriage she had just established.

  Just walking to the corridor, saw Rong Qian. Qiao Yunxue's face twitched slightly, and she walked past him calmly. She lightly dropped a sentence: "Based on the AA system, I won't raise swallows for you. No matter what her background is, her expenses will be recorded under Mr. Rong's account. Does Mr. Rong have any opinions?"

  "No." Rong Qian remained expressionless and silent. She turned sideways and returned to her room.

  "But I have an opinion!" Qiao Yunxue stopped abruptly, "Although we are a couple, you have obligations towards me. Why should you have obligations towards me and I don't accept your support? Of course, I also can't support friends. I've decided, Yanzi's money will be paid by herself."

  Every day, she thinks of her legal husband, but Yanzi still wants to enjoy privileges, dream on!

  Wait until the swallow finishes and then leave. She will split all the rent, water, electricity, internet and whatnot with the swallow. It takes half a day to calculate, let's see if the swallow dares to come again to grab Mr. Rong!

  Marriage is sacred, don't rush into it!

  She thought hard, her facial expression changing constantly. But in a moment, she felt something was wrong, and then she lowered her head to glance at her nightgown - his shirt.

  "Don't look!" Her face turned red. The feeling of not wearing underwear was like not wearing clothes at all. His deep, long gaze swept over her, and she felt completely transparent. She involuntarily pulled on her shirt.

  Rong Qian furrowed his brow: "Isn't it uncomfortable wearing this? Can't you take it off?"

  "What?" She mumbled, within a day, she became a woman who didn't wear pajamas.

  Rong Qian thought for a moment and said sincerely: "You can sleep naked."

  Her lips trembled and her face turned bright red, Qiao Yunxue took a while to calm down before turning around, solemnly suggesting: "Men are better."

  "Uh-huh." Rong Qian nodded, "Okay."

  Qiao Yunxue's whole body was trembling.

  "Shall we?" The swallow's small head appeared at the door, her beautiful face radiant.

  Her lips trembled, Qiao Yunxue hummed: "Except you."