Xu Shen's voice rang out from outside, "Captain, we've packed up and taken the garbage down for you."
Then there were the sounds of chaotic footsteps and doors closing, and it was completely quiet outside.
There were only two of them left.
"Take a shower?" His voice was a little hoarse in the dim light.
Although Wen Qiao was a little drunk, he was still quite conscious. His face felt hot, spreading to his ears, neck, and heart. He held his big hand and nodded.
He turned and went to the bathroom, then heard the sound of water. After a while, he came back and said, "I'm running the water. I'll be in later, okay?"
Wen Qiao lay on his bed, surrounded by his scent, and even her body felt warm.
It might be the alcohol.
"okay."
Fu Nanli turned around and went to the closet to get her pajamas. Even though he had prepared pajamas for her, he still took out one of his own white shirts and said, "You'll wear this later."
On top of the white shirt were her underwear.
Wen Qiao muttered: "Didn't you buy me pajamas?"
There are underwear, but why are there no pajamas
Mr. Fu said seriously without blushing or beating his heart: "I forgot to prepare it. I'll buy it next time, okay?"
"okay."
The bathtub was soon half full of water. Fu Nanli carried her in. The hot steam was thick. Wen Qiao sat on the edge of the bathtub and looked up at the person standing in front of her: "You... can get out now... right?"
Fu Nanli coughed lightly: "Be careful, the floor is slippery. Call me when you're done."
"Um."
Wen Qiao soaked for a while. The heat and alcohol made her mind even more confused. After taking a shower, she put on her clothes. Fortunately, her shirt was long enough, but it was only enough to cover her thighs.
Wen Qiao reached out and tugged at the corner of his clothes, then walked out of the bathroom uncomfortably. As soon as he opened the door, a hand pulled him into the arms.
He had been waiting at the bathroom door.
In the dim light, she leaned in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, stepping barefoot on his feet.
Everything was quiet except for the two of them.
-
The next morning, it was raining outside. When Wen Qiao woke up in a daze, she found herself in Fu Nanli's arms.
I was groggy last night and he held me and kissed me for a long time, until my brain was deprived of oxygen. Later I couldn’t remember how I fell asleep.
Thinking of last night, her face became hot again.
Oh, how come she becomes so easily... shy.
So unlike myself.
She needs to reflect on herself.
Her head was resting on Fu Nanli's arm, and she didn't know how long it had been. His arm must be sore. She raised her head slightly, trying to pull his arm away, but the man bent his arm and held her tighter.
The curtains were half-drawn and it seemed to be raining outside. Wen Qiao fell into his arms again.
The man was still sleeping, his eyes slightly closed, his eyelashes very long, in the dim light, one could see his long eyelashes lightly covering his eye sockets, making him look less sharp and more gentle.
Wen Qiao's gaze lingered from the eyes, to the straight nose, and then to the beautifully colored thin lips.
My face was always hot.
She couldn't help but raise her hand and touch his face, from his eyelids to the corner of his jaw, and then playfully touched his Adam's apple that he was not allowed to touch. The man suddenly held her hand and suddenly opened his eyes.
There wasn't a trace of sleepiness in his eyes, and it was obvious that he had been awake for a long time.
"Don't touch me."
Wen Qiao pursed his lips and said, "Oh."
He didn't allow her to touch him, but he himself could touch her.
oppressive rule.
Mr. Fu is very hypocritical.
(End of this chapter)