He silently stared at the girl's back.
The white fingertips quietly reached out, and hooked her hair scattered beside the pillow.
It seemed like he hadn't been this close to her since their wedding night.
It seems that if you move forward a little bit, you can embrace it in your arms.
But he knew that with the current distance, he should be satisfied. The disgust and disgust from before pushed her away. She kept her promise, and now she doesn't even want to touch him.
The boy shrank into the quilt again, his cat-like light-colored pupils silently looked at each other.
He looked down at himself.
The front of his clothes was slightly open, and his belt was loose. The servant boy said that with his appearance, as long as he took the initiative, it would not be a problem.
But it seems to be of no use.
I used to hate my own face, and all the goodwill brought by this face. But now, in order to please her, he even lost his principles.
The other party didn't look at him more.
Nan Huai lowered his eyes, rolled up his clothes with his white fingertips, his expression was quiet, and he felt a little aggrieved silently.
…
Early the next morning.
Yun Xia opened her eyes and lazily turned over.
She was surrounded by a very familiar aura, and the little devil took the initiative to rub over, wrapping one leg around the boy's waist, wrapping both arms around the young man's arms, and slipping into his arms.
She rubbed the other party's snow-white skirt, messing up the neat neckline, and pressed her small head against the boy's white chin.
Nan Huai had just opened his eyes, but before he could wake up in his light-colored pupils, he was stalked by the girl.
He opened his eyes wide, the morning daze faded away, his eyes widened, and his whole body froze.
The waist was entangled, and the two hugged each other, and the other's little head was pillowed on him, rubbing against him softly, like a lazy and coquettish little pet in the morning.
He paused, his earlobes were burning red, but his thin lips were slightly raised, and he touched the top of her hair carefully.
It took a few seconds for Yun Xia to open her eyes and look up.
Facing a pair of eyes like lake light and moonlight, the young man in snow clothes and black hair, with blushing ears, innocent and obedient, stared at her shyly.
The distance between the two was very close, and they breathed each other. Yun Xia blinked, pushed him away and sat up.
The little highness also got up obediently, lowered his head, and hugged the quilt: "wife master."
Yun Xia was annoyed and silent for a while.
Say no to touch. I can't wake up in the morning, because I am familiar with the breath of heaven, so I pounce on it.
"Sorry." She frowned.
The other party was stunned for a moment, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he shook his head: "No. It's okay."
Yun Xia glanced at him, got up and got out of bed.
The girl was only wearing her underwear, her figure was exquisite and slender in the morning light, she stretched her waist.
Nan Huai hugged the quilt and looked at her silently.
His eyes flicked over her waist.
I don't know what it's like to hug...
She once took the initiative to hug him. If it wasn't for being pushed away that time, maybe the wedding night...
The young man pursed his thin lips, lowered his thick eyelashes, his eyes were slightly dim, and he was stunned.
Until Yun Xia turned around and picked up her clothes from the bed.
He just blinked, and suddenly asked: "My wife... shall I help you?"
The girl stopped and looked at him blankly.
I only saw the beauty on the bed with black hair winding all over her shoulders, and she smiled softly at her, a little cautious and obedient: "I heard that the wife-lord always dresses for the husband to serve."
Yun Xia shook her head, and said coldly: "I've said it before, a wedding is not considered a wedding, and you are not considered my husband. Now that there are no outsiders around, you don't need to call me wife master."
The boy's beautiful pupils looked at her silently.
After a while, the light in his eyes faded, he lowered his head, and said softly, "... oh."
(end of this chapter)