Nanyang picked up Qing Huanheng and walked slowly to the bathroom.
She sat her down on the small stool, went to the bathtub to pour water, and put her fingers under the faucet to test the water temperature. She also added some bubble bath to the bottom while the water was pouring.
Qing Huan sat obediently on the small bench, hugged her knees, and stared at Nan Yang's back.
The dream just now seemed to be replayed in front of her eyes. It was so real. With every sword she cut, she seemed to be able to clearly feel the slight resistance of the blade cutting through Nanyang's flesh and blood. Why does she have such a dream? Could it be because he saw the scar on Nanyang's lower abdomen and came up with some stories
She simply asked directly, "How did you get those scars on your stomach?"
Nanyang's back froze for a moment.
After a long while, she chuckled lightly and said, "It's nothing, it's all the retribution I deserve."
"You... are you..." Qing Huan hesitated, not knowing how to say that word properly, "are you a gangster..."
Nanyang's lips twitched, interrupting her: "No."
"Then how could you cause such a wound?" Qing Huan frowned, she was very worried about Nan Yang's body, "In a society ruled by law, no one has such a terrifying scar on their body, what happened to you? Why? Can't you tell me?"
Why didn't you tell her.
Didn't I say it when I ate hot pot last time
You cut it.
Nanyang just smiled, turned off the faucet, and placed the back of his hand in the water a few times to confirm that the water temperature was just right and the bubbles were dense. She straightened up, her fingertips still dripping down: "Come and wash, the water is ready."
Qing Huan could hear that she was changing the subject, and knew that she didn't want to talk. Maybe there really is an unbearable past. Since Nanyang doesn't want to mention it, why should she ask again. Everyone has secrets that they don't want to mention. She can't offend people again and again because of her curiosity, even if she is her wife.
Nanyang leaned against the tiled wall and looked down at her: "Do you really want me to wash it for you?"
Qing Huan's face immediately turned red, and after a long time, she nodded.
Immediately afterwards, she shook her head again.
She wanted Nanyang to help her wash, but she was afraid that she would be completely exposed to Nanyang's sight. She longed for further intimacy, but she couldn't help being shy.
Nanyang understood her thoughts and said, "Then I'll go out first. You take off your clothes and lie down in the water. When the bubbles cover your body, I'll come in again, okay?"
Lightly nodded.
Nanyang snorted, wiped his hands in the towel on the horizontal rail, walked out of the bathroom, and closed the door.
Qing Huan took off her clothes, and her face turned redder every time she took off. After she took it off, she lay down carefully in the bathtub, submerging herself in the white bubbles from her shoulders down.
She stared at the bubble on her chest for a while.
Suddenly, she raised her hand and pushed the bubble farther away.
"I'm fine!" She called out the door in a low voice, her face and neck getting hot.
Nanyang opened the door and walked in, dragging the small stool that Qinghuan had just sat on, and sat beside the bathtub. She pulled her waist-length black hair behind her ears, unbuttoned her wrists, and rolled her sleeves up behind her elbows.
Qing Huan was basically hidden in the white bubble, with only a little shoulder and face exposed, which could not evoke too much reverie. Moreover, 3,000 years ago, Nanyang took baths for her many times, starting from the age of seven, until she grew up.
No matter what time it is, Qing Huan likes to bathe her so much. She still remembered that seven-year-old Qing Huan was holding her new clothes with her bare bottom and begging her to take a bath. She was busy dealing with the Northern Punishment and asked Qing Huan to wait. As a result, the affairs were too complicated, and she was so fascinated by it that she gradually forgot about it. Qing Huan waited for her for two hours with her bare butt. She helped her in the shower that night, and the cold was also endured. The next day, Qinghuan had a high fever for the whole day.
Thinking of this, Nanyang couldn't help but curled the corners of his lips.
Seeing her smiling, Qinghuan blushed and asked, "What are you smiling at?"
Nanyang took the bath flower, squeezed some shower gel on it, kneaded it evenly, and took the bubble-covered bath flower and gently rubbed it on Qinghuan's shoulder: "It's nothing, I think you are cute."
cute
Qinghuan frowned.
She took another look at her chest, which she had deliberately fluffed the bubbles.
cute? Shouldn't it be sexy
Nanyang picked up her long curly hair hanging behind her shoulders and pushed it forward, letting them all fall on Qing Huan's chest. Now the only thing that can be vaguely revealed is also covered up.
The soft bath flowers were placed on her thin back and rubbed gently. Such pure strength, without a little bit of sex and personal affection, is really just cleaning up carefully for himself.
It seems that I think too much.
Nanyang rubbed very carefully and gently. Following her little movements, Qing Huan slowly began to feel sleepy again. She hadn't slept for a long time just now, and she had such a terrible dream. Before the wine was finished, she soaked in the warm water pool and wanted to sleep even more.
And the back is itchy, so comfortable.
Go to sleep.
She will take care of herself.
The moment she fell asleep, Nanyang raised his hand to catch her chin without telling her to choke in the bath water.
Sigh lightly.
At twenty-four, she was still a child.
Nanyang put the bath flower into the water, stretched out his arms, hugged Qinghuan's back and bent legs, and fished her out of the water. When the water came out, the splashed water wet Nanyang's clothes, but she didn't care, and didn't even look at the naked woman in her arms. She looked ahead, carried Qing Huan back to the bedroom, put it on the bed, and took a bath towel to help her clean it up.
When helping Qinghuan to wipe her body, although she tried her best to maintain her upright and gentleman's style, she still couldn't help lingering in certain places. When she realized that she had been rubbing on a certain part for three minutes, her face flushed to the base of her neck, she immediately stopped her thoughts, closed her eyes, and waited for the desire to subside before continuing.
After drying, she picked her up again, put her on the other side that was not wet with water, and wrapped her tightly with a quilt.
Nanyang went to the bathroom to turn off the lights, and tidy up the water-stained floor. She turned off the bedroom lights again, closed the door, and went back to the bed, sleeping on the wet side.
In the darkness, she stared at the sleeping face in front of her, raising her fingers, trying to touch her eyebrows.
But still didn't touch it.
Turning his fingertips, he wrapped his back around Qing Huan's back. She leaned forward and hugged Qing Huan tightly across the quilt, burying her face in the ends of her dry hair.
It was past zero, and the sound of fireworks and firecrackers outside the window rang dully through the window, and the bell tower in the distance rang a dozen resounding bells. On New Year's Eve, everyone has not slept yet. Some gather to play mahjong, some go in pairs to watch fireworks, and some people have a late New Year's Eve dinner and are still drinking at the table. TV and Spring Festival Gala hosts New Year's family together. I'm afraid there are very few people who fall asleep as early as they do.
Nanyang rubbed Qinghuan's curly hair with the tip of his nose, and whispered in her ear:
"Happy New Year."
She paused and continued in a softer voice:
"New year, love me well."
She kissed her hair and closed her eyes.
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The next day, the early morning of the New Year's Day.
Qing Huan woke up in a daze, she was in a trance for a while, only to realize that she was wrapped in a quilt without clothes on. Turning his head slightly, he saw Nanyang's sleeping face close at hand.
There was no quilt on Nanyang's body, she just hugged herself tightly through the quilt, her face buried in her hair. When she was asleep, her eyelashes were especially long, and the unwarped eyelashes fell smoothly on the lower eyelid, as beautiful as they were painted on.
She is so pretty. No matter how many times I look at it, I will never get tired of seeing this face.
Qing Huan watched for a long time, and finally couldn't help it, she leaned forward and kissed the slender eyelashes.
Just kissing the eyelashes is enough.
She went down naturally, kissed Nanyang's lips gently, and bit her teeth gently on her lower lip, then stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked the place where she had bitten.
Nanyang's kiss seemed sweet. I don't know if I usually eat too many sweets, and the skin is oozing with a sweet taste.
While kissing carefully, Nan Yang's throat suddenly let out a muffled cough.
Qing Huan was startled a little, she ducked back, and stared blankly at the cold woman who suddenly frowned in front of her.
Immediately afterwards, she coughed several times, her eyes opened halfway, and the bottom of her eyes was morbidly red.
"Morning." Nanyang said, his voice dull and hoarse.
"You, are you sick?" Qing Huan immediately discovered the problem. The light in the room was dark, and she didn't notice that Nan Yang's lips were pale. "Did you have a cold?"
"It's alright." Nanyang obviously had a cold, and his voice was hoarse.
"Why didn't you cover the quilt?" Qing Huan was a little annoyed, "It's quite tight for me, and I don't even cover a corner of the quilt." As she spoke, she was about to lift the quilt and cover Nanyang.
Nanyang squeezed her hand.
"Don't," Nan Yang squinted and shook his head, "You're not wearing any clothes."
Qing Huan was stunned for a moment, her legs moved under the quilt, she felt her skin rubbing against the soft quilt, and her face began to turn red again.
"I'll go to the bathroom first, you put on your clothes, I'll come in later."
Nanyang let go of Qing Huan, and got out of bed a little slow. She pressed her left hand to her temple, and there was a dazzling splash-like scar on the inside of her wrist, which was still so obvious in the dim environment.
She left the bedroom and closed the door thoughtfully.
Qinghuan was stunned for a while, then got up from the bed and took clean clothes to put on.
When she was looking for a sweater by the bedside, she flipped her pillow inadvertently, and then, a big red envelope appeared in front of her unexpectedly.
A very, very thick red envelope, as thick as a brick.
She opened her eyes in surprise, picked up the red envelope, opened the seal and looked inside.
This red envelope has been stuffed to the limit, and the seal has even been broken a little. Thick stacks of red banknotes are crowded inside and placed meticulously. Her fingers slid into the gap with difficulty and pulled out the stack of banknotes little by little. When she was halfway through, a small piece of paper slipped out and landed on the quilt.
Qing Huan put down the half of the bill, picked up the small note, and opened it.
When she saw the three crooked words on it, a bright smile appeared on her lips.
- "New Year's money."