His hand reached through her thin soaked clothes, and his slightly calloused palm slowly brushed over her delicate petal-like skin, brushing away the water droplets on her skin. He still didn't take his hand out. mean.
He even swam/walked inch by inch on her back.
Fang Chixia seemed to be electrified, and her limbs were all numb.
"Don't make trouble!" She struggled under him uncomfortably, and she held his hand.
"What's wrong with me?" Luo Yibei's face slowly turned sideways, his eyes lingering on her face.
"Don't do this here!" Fang Chixia held his hand and dragged him out of her clothes. She stood up and straightened her clothes uncomfortably.
She wanted to enter the house first, but unexpectedly, Luo Yibei, who seemed to be awake before, clasped her wrist with one hand and pulled her back, and his slender body fell on her again. .
His movements were natural.
He wouldn't feel embarrassed if such a big one was pressing down on the slender and petite her.
Fang Chixia froze on the spot, her face dark.
"Don't you want to go back?" Luo Yibei ignored her face completely and put an arm around her waist, he reminded.
Fang Chixia took a deep breath, not wanting to argue with him on such a trivial matter, and helped him continue to the room.
Returning to their master bedroom, she took him to the bedside and laid him down heavily on the bed. Fang Chixia turned to the bathroom and filled him with bath water.
She is still relatively self-aware of being a wife, and she has always done a good job within the scope of her responsibilities.
However, some people are not satisfied.
After the water was put away and the clothes were taken out and put aside, he made another request in an extravagant manner.
Luo Yibei was lying on the bed, lazily moving his slender limbs, his eyes turned to her leisurely, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "Wife, help me take it off!"
"I don't know how?" Fang Chi Xia Chu didn't move at the same place.
"I prefer you to help me!" Luo Yibei answered confidently.
Fang Chixia's face stiffened.
What's his reason
Luo Yibei lay flat on his bed, casually tearing off his tie, squinting at her, waiting for her next move.
Fang Chixia had a sullen face and stared at him coldly for a while. After some struggle, she finally came to the bed.
She slowly climbed onto the bed and wanted to bend down to help him take off his clothes. As soon as her fingertips touched the button on his collar, Luo Yibei suddenly clasped her wrist and pulled her hand along. Fang Chixia Her body fell towards his chest.
His movements were very precise.
When Fang Chixia fell on him, their bodies fit together just right.
Luo Yibei hooked an arm around her waist and placed his palm on her back, pressing her body and stopping her urge to get up.
He seemed reluctant to let her get up, and restrained her hand, pressing it a little too hard.
Fang Chixia was stunned for a moment, her eyes followed his hand, and her eyes softened a little, "What's wrong? I'll get you a towel to wipe your body."
Luo Yibei didn't say anything, he just buried his face in the crook of her neck, rubbing the tip of his nose gently against the skin of her neck.
"You smell of alcohol, it will make you feel better if you take a bath." Fang Chixia was a little itchy from his teasing, her head ducked, and she reminded her again.