He easily freed her hand and untied her belt.
Mu Ziling stopped in embarrassment: "Long Xiaoyu!"
"Huh?" He was casual, with a coaxing tone: "My husband."
To make him stop, she yelled along.
He enjoyed listening to it, but he didn't stop. The movements of his hands were gentle and fast.
In the blink of an eye, all the dresses on her body fell to the ground.
Mu Ziling: "..."
Lo and behold, this action.
This is not just practice makes perfect, but familiarity.
Mu Ziling's face was also as red as a ripe apple.
She has been served by him like this for three months, and this month after waking up, every time she comes to this kind of time, she is like a frog soaked in warm water, no matter how hard she struggles, she can't escape. Let him warm her up bit by bit.
So ashamed, so depressed, really wanting to find a piece of tofu and plunge into it, Mu Ziling is in this mood now.
However, at this moment, Long Xiaoyu didn't get rid of distracting thoughts as usual, and directly carried her into the tub.
His eyes were fixed on her, burning and glowing, and he couldn't move away.
The place on her body that should have been covered was still covered by her private clothes, but her neck was covered with conspicuous red marks, of different depths and sizes, all of which were traces left by him.
Even though he was tortured badly by her in the evening, he only "punished" her a little and didn't dare to indulge her completely.
He has never prescribed meat, but he can still restrain it. Once he has prescribed meat, he is afraid that he will not be able to restrain it no matter how much he tries to restrain it. With her current physical condition, she can't stand his tossing at all.
Just wait, after a while, there will be more than just his traces on her body, he will be deeply integrated into her blood, make her cry, and make her call him husband over and over again.
In the dense mist, Long Xiaoyu's eyes as deep as the sea were covered with hazy mist, but they couldn't contain the sharpness and hotness in the depths of his eyes.
Mu Ziling's legs became weak from his gaze.
Seeing that he was still like a wolf staring at its prey, she didn't move for a long time, and her legs were really weak, she stepped on the short ladder next to the bucket and stepped into the bathtub.
She hid her body in the water, and then revealed her head: "I can really do it myself, you go out."
He bent over, spraying his warm breath on her face, a little bad: "Why do you want to go out?"
This question...
Mu Ziling wanted to put him in a messy head and soak him in the bucket.
She resisted the impulse and thought of a reason: "I'm hungry and want to eat the lotus seed porridge you made."
During the period when she was recovering from her injuries, he, who never touched the sun with his fingers and never cooked, now goes to the kitchen several times a day, not to mention decocting medicine and so on, but only talking about her three meals a day , all done by himself.
Although it has been such a long time, his cooking skills have only improved a little bit, and occasionally even the taste is so indescribable, but Mu Ziling said that the taste is not important, what is important is that he cooks of.
She can't do CD-ROMs, but she is definitely the number one in cheering.
Mu Ziling usually doesn't like sweet food very much, in order to convince him: "Today I want to eat something sweet, so remember to add more sugar."
Where is the need for persuasion? As long as she wants to eat, he will make it for her even in the middle of the night.
Long Xiaoyu moved the stove that was still burning with water not far away to the side of the bathtub, and told him: "Don't soak for too long, add it yourself when the water is cold, and dry yourself before putting on clothes after washing, if I haven't come back yet, Just go to bed and lie down, it’s cold outside in the middle of the night, don’t go out.”
His Royal Highness Qi Wang looked down on the world like a worried little old man, Mu Ziling smiled and stood up quickly, and kissed him: "Got it, go quickly."
…
Mu Ziling came out of the shower, but Long Xiaoyu hadn't come back yet.
It is easy to get sleepy after soaking in the medicated bath. She leaned half against the head of the bed, with her eyelids half-opened and half-covered, she did not know how long she had been waiting.
Mu Ziling opened his eyes in a daze when there was a movement in his ear, and yawned: "Are you back?"
Long Xiaoyu put the pot and bowl on the table, filled a bowl of porridge, and walked over: "Sleepy?"
"Fortunately, I was a little sleepy just now..." Mu Ziling propped himself up, and sniffed the hot porridge in his hand: "Now that I smell this lotus seed porridge, I instantly feel refreshed."
That's how she cheers.
Unfortunately, he likes this very much.
Long Xiaoyu scooped up the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, let it dry, tasted the temperature, and handed it to her: "This porridge is slightly sweet, eat it while it's hot."
Knowing that she doesn't like sweetness, he put a little bit of sugar.
Mu Ziling took a sip, the taste was smooth, and she was very satisfied.
Another bite.
Another bite.
Long Xiaoyu rubbed her head: "Eat slowly, no one will grab you."
She took one bite after another, without forgetting to make a wave of rainbow farts: "It's delicious, the porridge cooked by my husband is the best."
He smiled, and the night light of the pearl in the room was all shattered in his eyes. In the dots of light and shadow, there was spring water fused with love, soft and warm, and shimmering: "It's time to rest after a while, even if it's delicious." Eat more."
Mu Ziling listened with his left ear and heard it with his right ear.
A little bit of sweet porridge is really delicious, she ate a small three bowls.
Then, the pan was gone.
It wasn't very strong, but it was still strong enough that she couldn't sleep well.
The whole body was full of the smell of smoke and fire from the kitchen. When Long Xiaoyu came back from taking a bath, he saw a well-fed little woman lying on the bed, dancing and tricking with her bare hands, having a great time.
He walked over, leaned over, and half supported her: "Are you full?"
Mu Ziling rubbed his stuffed stomach, satisfied and satisfied: "No wonder you have been in the kitchen for so long, and you really put your heart into making delicious food. I've already eaten three bowls."
"Really?" He wouldn't tell her, he dumped three pots and wasted five ingredients: "I'll try it."
Mu Ziling pointed to the empty pot and bowl beside him: "No more, let me finish eating."
Long Xiaoyu didn't care, bowed his head, tasted the aftertaste in her mouth, very carefully and gently.
The taste of lotus seed porridge is very sweet, soft and delicious. His eyes gradually became hot, and he wanted to eat it thoroughly: "I'm hungry too."
She shyly pushed him away and wanted to get up: "Is there anything left in the kitchen? I'll go get it for you—"
Before she could finish speaking, he still had more to say, then blocked her lips, stuck out the tip of his tongue, and wrapped her around her wetly and softly.
It's been a long time.
Her clothes were messy, and the marks on her body that had been soaked in medicinal baths and had finally faded appeared again, and there were many more.
He leaned against her ear, his breathing was chaotic, his voice was low and hoarse due to the boiling blood in his body: "Mu'er, I want to eat you."
She was so dazed by the kiss that she didn't respond.
After a while, her reflex arc gradually shortened, her eyes were closed, and the long eyelashes that covered the eye sockets were trembling.
After a while, she shyly and cautiously raised a finger, and the voice was so thin that only she could hear: "Then...then, I'll eat it for you once."
Just once.
(end of this chapter)