Shi Jinyang's face was lowered and he was still kissing her.
Tong Yan's body was very stiff and she didn't respond at all.
Shi Jinyang didn't seem to like her looking like this. He grabbed her waist with one hand and tried to push her against the wall of the bathtub in front of her. Tong Yan suddenly screamed, "Wait!"
"What's wrong?" Shi Jinyang still didn't raise his face, he just replied to her lightly, his lips still pressed against her back.
His posture was obviously domineering, and his hands and feet imprisoned Tong Yan, causing her to be oppressed.
Tong Yan didn't like his dominant state, so she calmed down, pulled the towel next to her to cover her body, and shrank back.
Without refusing, she covered herself with the towel with one hand to protect herself. She turned her smooth back to him, glanced at him sideways, and suddenly whispered, "Tie it on for me!"
Shi Jinyang has been thinking about their honeymoon since he never came to this island.
Why let him tie it for her
He wanted to see her do the opposite!
"Isn't it troublesome?" Ignoring her words, he buried his face again and lightly pecked the fair skin on her shoulder.
"I've almost finished washing." Tong Yan turned her head, raised her red lips slightly, and smiled back at him. Without waiting for his help, she stood up in front of him, using the bath towel as a skirt, and she Tie it up yourself.
She tied a bow casually, but she seemed to feel it was too exposed, so she pulled the yukata next to her and changed into something more tightly wrapped.
There was no hesitation in all her movements, as if he didn't exist.
Shi Jinyang sat stiffly in the water, looking at her with eyes as dark as a wolf patrolling at night, dark and gloomy.
The corner of Tong Yan's eyes moved slightly to the side, and she noticed his reaction in the mirror. The corners of her lips raised vaguely, and she lowered her eyes and continued to adjust her belt.
"You wash slowly, I'm going out first!" She tossed her long hair casually and didn't bother to blow dry it. With bare feet, she walked out of the bathroom.
Her steps were not as restrained as those of ordinary women. She was as confident as the wind. When she walked past Shi Jinyang, she brought a burst of fresh rose fragrance. The fragrance stirred up Shi Jinyang's nerves and stimulated every cell in his body. They are all itchy and want to do something.
The bathroom door slammed shut.
Tong Yan left after that.
I left without any nostalgia, just as simple as leaving.
It seemed that all the spring colors in the bathroom were not attractive to her at all.
Shi Jinyang didn't have any allure to her.
Shi Jinyang suddenly felt a little annoyed.
What’s even more annoying is, why can a woman’s self-confidence be so high
Shi Jinyang originally came to the bathroom for Tong Yan, but when she left, he lost his mood.
Regardless of how wet he was, he casually took a bathrobe and put it on his body, and then walked out.
When she returned to the bedroom, Tong Yan had already gone to bed.
Her hair was still wet, and it seemed that she had just wiped it with a towel casually, without blowing it.
A few strands of hair lay lazily on the small exposed skin under the bathrobe. The wet water droplets rolled down the hair, along her smooth clothes, and merged into the snow-white bathrobe.
Shi Jinyang stared at her chest absentmindedly, his eyes falling stiffly on her chest, as if they were stuck and couldn't move away no matter what.
His eyes were so hot that the whole room heated up a lot.