Good husband in the bathroom

  The palm made contact with the snow-white skin from all directions, but the force was not heavy. However, the night was too quiet, and the two slaps sounded crisp and clear.

  "Who bullied you?" - Rubbing the sore butt, Qiao Yunxue suddenly jumped up, her voice full of grievance, one hand pulling over the quilt to cover herself, tidying up with a few quick movements. Her face stern, "Apologize!"

  "Wife, beating is pain and scolding is love..." Rong Qian surprisingly showed a pitiful look to her. But as soon as she blinked, those dark pupils seemed to hold a few more hints of amusement.

  The palm feels pretty good...

  "Apologize!" She wouldn't be fooled by his face again. Seeing how Luo Shaofeng had been quietly taken down, if she still believed he was a good person, then she would be a super big fool.

  Rong Qian lay down, stretched out his limbs and slept in a big character shape: "That... based on the AA system, you can hit back."

  "Then take off your pants, you think I don't dare to hit you. I'll hit you hard." Humming, she had never been spanked since childhood, but this man actually pulled down her pants and slapped her buttocks. How humiliating!

  "Hmm, although what she said was a bit sarcastic, it's not worth resorting to violence."

  With her lively and lovely appearance, Qiao Yunxue's lips curled up in a smile, and indeed, his hand reached for the waistband of her pajamas. As soon as he made a move, Qiao Yunxue quickly covered herself with the quilt, even pressing her body down, not allowing him to make another move: "You men are really shameless."

  "It's been half a year since we've used it, and it's too late to be shy now." Rong Qian couldn't help but feel a little regretful. "Indeed, living apart for too long has made my wife forget that I need to take off my pajamas before sleeping... I just took off my pajamas and almost suffocated to death."

  "Pah!" She spat. Pouting her small mouth, "You're suffocated to death and still can talk?"

  "...". Rong Qian didn't say anything more.

  Not only was there no sound, but also no movement. Qiao Yunxue looked at it for a while, and suddenly felt a thud in her heart. Ah, how could there really be no sound? She hesitated and patted the quilt once. But still, there was no movement.

  "Nobody likes you!" She ventured. But still nobody responded.

  She carefully lifted the quilt, felt his breath, but couldn't feel any heat. Qiao Yunxue unknowingly tensed up, quickly crawled into the bed and pressed her ear to his chest to listen to his heartbeat. She furrowed her brow: "This heartbeat is still normal, but why isn't he breathing..."

  Before the words fell, a pair of iron arms clamped tightly around her, and Rong Qian's low, muffled laughter rolled out. His large hands unknowingly landed on her buttocks again, seemingly favoring those two parts even more.

  "Ugh—" Qiao Yunxue's face turned red as she pouted, "A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands..."

  Before she finished speaking, her pajamas loosened and a pair of warm lips pressed against her chest. A low, hoarse voice faintly explained: "Mmm, listen to your wife, move your mouth."

  "Ugh——" She wanted to cry and slap him at the same time. What he said was clearly words, but what he did was a kiss. But for half a year, he had been diligently practicing on her body, mastering many skills, taking from her and using them on her. She still wanted to talk, but her abdomen was pressed against something long and hard, so hard it seemed about to burst open.

  In an instant, I understood his thoughts. My face turned red, and my hands were in the quilt for half a day. Finally, I gently wrapped my arms around his broad back - Rong Qian, no matter if we have romance or not, no matter who is living in your heart, your wife will only be me, Qiao Yunxue.

  As she thought about it, the corners of her lips curled up. The small hands wrapped around his back couldn't help but add some strength, and also couldn't help but playfully blow air on his chest.

  This small movement made Rong Qian even more arrogant, and the quilt fell to the ground. He wrapped her under his body, and a muffled voice came from her neck, "Yunxue..." He skillfully stripped off her thick pajamas, lifted her small waist, and gazed at her jade-like skin in the purple-red light. He leaned down, kissing her all over, densely covering her entire body.

  Every time they passed a spot, a small flame ignited, and even her snow-white skin was slowly branded red like dye. Until she convulsively grasped his strong, wheat-colored arm, he finally separated her legs wrapped tightly around him, letting his hardness press against her softness.

  "Don't play with me." She said softly, his pace slowed down today, her feelings came quickly. But he seemed to have no intention of getting serious yet!

  She pouts her mouth - is this what they mean by "absence makes the heart grow fonder"?

  Low laughter rumbled, Rong Qian pinched her pouting small mouth, holding her snow-white lips, hard and only staying between her soft petals. Letting her bite him, but she couldn't suck it in. He shallowly probed, entwined, and swayed. His deep and profound eyes fell on her flushed little face.

  "I hate it......" She was extremely wronged, unable to resist the emptiness and longing in her heart, and unknowingly complained softly, "It's just a few days of separation, how did you learn to be so bad. Which bad woman taught you? Hey, how can you not follow the husband's way... I swear, I won't cook noodles for you to eat for a month." Wuh wuh, she seemed helpless, and could only use noodles to threaten this stinky man who was teasing her on her body.

  A low, muffled laugh rolled out again, condensing her passionate and charming appearance, with flushed cheeks, an alluring pale complexion, disheveled and enticing long hair, and restless hands and feet. Her delicate and timid demeanor moved him, causing his face to flush slightly along with hers.

  She no longer refused his advances, but love... might still take some time, but it's not bad now - she had infinite dependence on him, wholehearted trust.

  Rong Qian suddenly reached out and grabbed her slender hand, wrapping it around his waist.

  Then, he stood tall and gazed at her with a hint of a smile, slightly swaying his hips back and forth, teasingly tickling her body, making her bite her lip to endure the itch.

  Actually, I really want to hurry up and get in, but I'm reluctant to part with her awkward yet shy little appearance at this time, those enchanting and beautiful eyes. But, the slender hand touching his waist is trembling slightly now.

  "Shut up, you idiot! I hate you!" Qiao Yunxue muttered, biting her teeth and pinching his waist, but this calm man didn't even feel it. She was both embarrassed and angry, her face red as she growled in a trembling voice, "If you don't hurry up, I'll take matters into my own hands."

  Cough, she's really a little modern female strong person, even on bed, she doesn't let go of her performance!

  Her eyes sparkled with a hint of smile, she responded and moved forward, directly attacking the Huang Long. The huge pressure crushed her full sense of emptiness, making it disappear without a trace.

  "Ah——" She let out a low, satisfied sigh and couldn't help but arch her body, allowing herself to accommodate his hardness as much as possible.

  As he smelled her tender scent, Rong Qian couldn't help but lightly press a kiss to her forehead. Below, she slightly loosened up, and the fine gap between them instantly became moist and slippery like latex, wetting him as well.

  The quilt had long since slipped down, and she gazed at the hard surface that was her love. Her face turned bright red, she reached out a hand to pull him in, the lamp went out, and all the beautiful scenery sank into darkness...

  A faint murmur from the swallow: "The lights are turned off so early... Brother is really useless, it's over so soon. No wonder sister-in-law hasn't gotten pregnant..."

  "Swallows......" Qiao Yunxue suddenly let out a small complaint.

  Any man can't stand this stimulation. Rong Qian let out an unprecedented enthusiasm.

  Her body, as if it had been disassembled countless times, was a mixture of pain and pleasure. Screams and gasps intertwined. It was as if she was flying in the clouds, yet trapped in a cage, begging for release.

  Fortunately, she had always been physically strong and did not faint from his sudden movement.

  After a long, long time, she finally stopped moving. She didn't move anymore. But her body was held by him and gently placed into his bathroom, in the bathtub that had never been used before, lying in the warm water.

  She merely covered herself with a towel, forgot to be shy, and stared at him.

  It's indeed a reunion that surpasses a new marriage, he has never been so forceful before. Even the little tadpoles seem to be more numerous than usual, and after a long time of energetic spraying, they land on her warm eggs. I wonder if such a passionate union can allow the fertilized egg to settle in the uterus.

  "Tired?" She stared off into space, looking a bit distracted, and Rong Qian couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in inquiry.

  She didn't want to speak, just staring at him. Rong Qian's body was covered in sweat, his wheat-colored skin had a smooth texture, very captivating. His sweaty hair partially fell across his forehead, covering his long eyebrows, sensually handsome. As she stared, her eyes gradually became moist, suddenly she sat up, impulsively embracing his head, tightly holding it to her chest.

  "Yunxue..." Rong Qian slowly wrapped his arms around her warm, fiery body, his long face pressed against her chest, listening to her somewhat irregular heartbeat.

  She kissed his wet black hair, choking: "Husband..."

  Rong Qian's body shook. The "husband" he had called out in the daytime almost made him turn the steering wheel in the wrong direction. This "husband", when their skin touched, directly hit his heart.

  The warm palm stopped at the snow-white waist under her, and Rong Qian quietly hugged her.

  "You're not allowed to bully me. You're not allowed to abandon me. You're not allowed to lie to me. And you're not allowed to have any wild ideas just because you want a baby." She muttered to herself, unsure if she was thinking of the second choice that Luo Shaofan had made during the day.

  "Hmm." Rong Qian nodded slightly.

  She stroked his black hair, smiled and her eyes sparkled with tears. She was a bit proud and also a bit embarrassed: "I know you won't. Because you're Rong Qian! My intuition is good, I knew at first sight that you are a reliable man, so I immediately caught up and married you. But you still have to allow me to complain, let me remind you to be loyal to our marriage. Because there are too many women with the same insight as me, it's hard to guard against... Hmm, will you think I'm nagging?"

  "Silly girl." He smiled, but secretly enjoyed her caress and affection.

  She suddenly sighed softly: "I know you're good to me, but you don't love me. Because I'm your 'inside person', you'll take care of me, of course, you've always been taking care of me. Thank you for helping us get back the oil painting village. Don't worry, I'll explain it well to Mom and Dad, they'll be very good to you."

  "Stupid girl!"

  Qiao Yunxue pouted: "I'm not stupid. I know there's a woman living in your heart. A woman with elegance and breadth, a beautiful woman. You know, several times when you hugged me, I felt like you weren't looking at me, but through me at another woman. Rong Qian, I'm really curious, is it because I resemble that woman in some way? Or is it something else? Don't be tense, Rong Qian, I don't plan on being jealous of this woman either. I'm not unreasonable... Okay, I've said too much."

  Her deep eyes gazed for a few moments, her humble head raised, shifting from her chest to the direction of the study room, stopping for several seconds. Only then did she turn her head, staring at her dazed eyes.

  There is a faint sorrow in her beautiful eyes.

  She had let go of Luo Shaofeng, but the scars on her heart were completely exposed because of letting go. She was still afraid to love, but tried to open up her heart and live with him. She thought he had someone in his heart, yet she was willing to spend a lifetime with him.

  "Silly girl." He kissed her forehead.

  "I'll work hard to take good care of you. If there's anything that makes you unhappy, you can tell me." She looked down at her toes in the clear water, feeling a bit embarrassed, "As long as it's something a wife should do, I won't be lazy again. Rong Qian, if you don't want to split the bills, we can cancel it, okay?"

  "No need to cancel. AA is fine." Rong Qian moved her small face, not allowing her to look at the wall, only letting him look at her. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, and she wouldn't be embarrassed if she looked.

  "Oh..." Perhaps recalling the embarrassing things when she had just married him, her face turned red again, and she tightly grasped the bath towel, softly complaining, "Rong Qian, you were too forceful tonight, I...I can't move anymore..." Actually, it wasn't just because he was too forceful tonight, but also because of the snapping of that string in her mind. Finally putting down Luo Shaofan, but her heart suddenly felt weak.

  She was physically and emotionally exhausted at the same time.

  "Don't move. Rest." He smiled and straightened her body, lifting the towel off her, "I'll do it."

  Clear water cannot hide a beautiful body, facing beauty, modesty suppresses the surging of blood and energy, clumsily serving her.

  She was originally shy, but looking at his clumsy appearance, she couldn't help but burst out laughing. As she laughed, her body shook violently, and her chest heaved heavily. In her flustered state, she could only cover herself with her long hair. Then she secretly glanced at Rong Qian, hoping he hadn't noticed her changes.

  Although she saw it clearly, Rong Qian pretended not to see it, so as to avoid her embarrassment and hiding her face in the bath water.

  Although Rong Qian's movements were a bit clumsy, they were still gentle. Qiao Yunxue stared blankly at his black hair, and a soft, beautiful smile spread across her face.

  She likes him.

  His feelings were right, because there was a part of her that liked him. Since it wasn't love, she didn't push him away during the day either.

  It was as if the world had suddenly come to a standstill.

  Qiao Yunxue felt surprised, her eyes rolled over, and her face turned red.

  Rong Qian grasped her foot and stared at her ankle, what was he doing?

  Rong Qian met her puzzled gaze with a slight curve of his lips: "Yunxue, the most beautiful part of you is your feet."

  She snorted with laughter, but didn't take it seriously. However, he was scratching his ankle, feeling itchy. If she wasn't really too tired to move, at this moment she would have probably slapped him again.

  Suddenly remembering something, she quickly said: "Today Qiantao told me that tonight there is a strong league party. Qiantao said you must attend oh."

  "Baizhong Evening Party?" Rong Qian furrowed his brow, "That one requires bringing family members."

  "Oh?" She didn't understand what kind of evening party it was.

  She drained the water and rinsed herself again. Only then did she drain the remaining water. She wrapped herself in a dry towel, ready to head back to her room.

  Ugh, I'm so tired, as soon as I lie down on the bed, I'll start snoring.

  "Wait a minute." Rong Qian pulled her back and sat down, "I'll go get it. I'll carry you there."

  "Hmm." She smiled shyly, but Qiao Yunxue didn't refuse. Because she really needed it. What she truly needed, she wouldn't decline with embarrassment.

  She lifted the towel, and his tall and strong body appeared before her eyes. His robust figure, even muscle texture, and sexy facial features made her breathing a bit difficult. He was a handsome man! With calm and elegant movements, he was as refined and charming as the impression he gave at first.

  Yes, he's a good and handsome husband, she really has an eye for it.

  "Rong Qian, when are we going to visit your dad?" she reminded him softly.

  Rong Qian just rinsed off the sweat and the unique male scent, then wrapped a dry towel around his waist. He bent down, picked her up, and said, "Let's go to bed and talk. It's still a bit chilly here."

  "I'm so sleepy." Qiao Yunxue grasped his arm tightly, making the feeling of weightlessness less severe.

  His sturdy arm was so comfortable, holding her in mid-air like a cradle. Her drowsiness deepened even more. Mmm, in his arms, she felt like she never had to worry about anything again.

  She lay back on the bed, forcing herself to change into her pajamas. Leaning against the pillow: "Rong Qian, you say it, talk about your family members. Until now, I'm familiar with only Yanzi. Hmm, you have to speak quickly, I'm sleepy! But I promise, I'll definitely listen to you finish before falling asleep."

  "Okay, I'll go get some water." Rong Qian replied, turning around and walking out. Seeing that Yan Zi was still at the door, peeking in, he warned her with his eyes before heading to the living room.

  He returned and lay down beside her: "Yunxue, I have to tell you that Rong Dong is my father, and I am the newly appointed president of Jinghua..."

  No response.

  How is this possible!

  He was even prepared to listen to her and kneel on the washboard...

  Rong Qian's voice disappeared. He was so overwhelmed with emotion that he pinched Qiao Yunxue's cheek, and in just a minute, she had already started to snore softly.

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