Chapter 7 Do you want to do it tonight?

After discussing matters concerning their life together after marriage, Cen Xihuai suggested that Xu Qingwu move to the master bedroom. After all, normal couples rarely live in separate rooms.

Xu Qingwu moved her things into the master bedroom. She didn't have much stuff, just some clothes and skin care products.

This was her first time setting foot in the overly spacious master bedroom.

Gray curtains, a whole row of wardrobes, and a pure black four-piece suit are completely Cen Xihuai style.

Regular, dull and cold.

I feel like I'll be cold as soon as I come in.

Cen Xihuai considered Xu Qingwu's changes to the house and realized that she might not like it.

Cen Xihuai offered: "You can improve any areas you are not satisfied with on your own."

Continue to give her the authority to decorate the master bedroom, so Cen Xihuai didn't seem to be really angry before.

Xu Qingwu asked him expectantly, "Do you think it's okay for me to renovate my home?"

Home.

Her definition made Cen Xihuai happy.

"Ms. Qingwu has good taste."

Xu Qingwu was a little happy to be recognized. She said cheerfully, "Thank you, uncle."

When they first met, she was still a close friend of her niece Cen Yue, so it was harmless for Cen Yue to call him that.

But now that they are husband and wife, it would be a bit strange to call them that.

"Ms. Qingwu, I think you should change the way you address me."

Xu Qingwu was a little embarrassed. Seeing Cen Xihuai's relaxed expression, she couldn't help but ask, "Don't you always call me Miss Qingwu?"

Xu Qingwu has tolerated him for a long time.

Every time Cen Xihuai called out, Xu Qingwu would think of the embarrassing incident of the century in the hospital, but she just couldn't find an opportunity to correct it.

Cen Xihuai thought for a moment: "What you said makes sense. Miss Qingwu seems a bit unfamiliar."

"I'm going to take a shower first."

The sight behind her was hard to ignore, so Xu Qingwu quickly took a pair of underwear and nightgown, rolled them into a ball, and hurried to the bathroom.

She had never been to the master bedroom before, but the bathroom supplies were fully prepared and neatly arranged.

Xu Qingwu turned on the hot shower and rubbed her cheeks which were still hot.

Regular appointments...

Co-parenting…

Intimate relationships...

Twice a week...

She didn't even dare to listen to Cen Xihuai's words. This was too far from the married life she had planned from the beginning.

However, her original marriage partner was Cen Du, and she also envisioned her married life with Cen Du as her teammate.

Cen Xihuai was unexpected.

And his seriousness about this marriage was far beyond her imagination.

It's so rigorous that it even requires a memorandum, which is rare...

While Xu Qingwu was taking a shower, Cen Xihuai went to the study to hold a short overseas meeting.

It took one hour and ten minutes. After finishing, Cen Xihuai returned to the master bedroom. The light in the bathroom was on, but Xu Qingwu had not come out yet.

Cen Xihuai began to wonder if she had had an accident.

Until I heard a faint sound coming from inside.

"husband…"

Time goes back to a few minutes before the end of Cen Xihuai's meeting. Xu Qingwu had just finished shampooing and taking a shower.

When she was getting dressed, she realized that her underwear was missing.

But she clearly took it and even wrapped it up in her nightgown.

After confirming again and again that he was gone, she chose the latter between seeking help from Cen Xihuai and going into vacuum.

"Uncle?"

This habitual name came out of his mouth without hearing Cen Xihuai's reply.

Xu Qingwu began to wonder how to address him.

Cen Xihuai? He seemed even more unfamiliar with her than Miss Qingwu, even with his full name.

Xihuai? The elders all called him that, so it seemed a little strange for her to call him that.

After much hesitation, she decided to call his name, but no one answered after she called out several times.

Finally, as a last resort, Xu Qingwu thought of another name.

A normal term of address between a married couple.

Finally, she heard Cen Xihuai's response.

"Madam, do you have something to ask me?"

Xu Qingwu was no longer in the mood to worry about the name. She mustered up the courage to say, "Could you please get me a pair of pants?"

Pants?

He clearly saw Xu Qingwu taking the nightgown, so why did she wear pants after wearing a skirt?

Cen Xihuai was puzzled, but still went to the closet to get it for her.

Until a pair of triangular pure white cotton panties stuck in the cabinet door fell to the ground as he opened the door.

Only then did Cen Xihuai realize what his wife really wanted.

Next to a series of cool-toned men's clothes is a row of eye-catching women's clothes, including skirts, suits, and various textures of velvet and cotton, which brighten up the wardrobe.

Cen Xihuai opened the drawer, found a door knocker and handed it to Xu Qingwu.

Xu Qingwu said thank you and stretched out an arm to take it.

White with a hint of pink.

The skin that her fingers accidentally touched seemed a little numb.

Xu Qingwu quickly changed into pajamas and came out. Her black hair was wet and damp, and her eyes were filled with moisture. She looked wet like an innocent little animal, pure yet a little lustful.

The white silk nightgown clung to her skin, outlining her slim and graceful figure. Her skin, as smooth as mutton fat, was pink and exuded a light rose scent.

Cen Xihuai moved his eyes away, his Adam's apple moving slightly.

Having just experienced social failure, Xu Qingwu didn't dare to look at him.

"Are you going to take a shower?"

"wash."

Cen Xihuai went to the closet to get some clothes, and suddenly remembered something: "My pants got caught in the closet door and fell to the ground. They need to be washed."

“…Okay.” Xu Qingwu’s face, whose temperature had not yet cooled down, suddenly turned red again.

Being seen by him would be worse than a supernatural event!

Xu Qingwu dried her hair and lay down in the pure black four-piece suit. It was newly changed and still had the scent of Cen Xihuai.

The cedar wood fragrance is cool and calm.

My phone vibrated. It was Cen Yue who was working hard to make money to support male models (3) in the group.

Cen Yue: "Qingwu, I heard that my uncle is back?"

Xu Qingwu replied with a 1.

Xia Xiaoxiao: "Wow, is tonight your wedding night?"

They will sleep in the same bed tonight, and today seems to be their first night of marriage in the true sense.

Xu Qingwu suddenly felt nervous.

Cen Yue: "I'm sharing some good stuff with you from someone who's experienced this, sinister smile.jpg"

Xia Xiaoxiao: "Is there anything that I, as a VIP, cannot see?"

Cen Yue privately chatted with Xu Qingwu and shared a website with her.

Xu Qingwu clicked on it and paused for a moment.

Starting from zero frame, such a large scale has not been censored...

Cen Yue's message popped up: "It's too late to serve the appetizers. You're just trying to cram. My uncle hasn't been around women for years. Don't get into a fight. Neither of you is prepared."

Xu Qingwu: "..."

Xu Qingwu watched for more than ten minutes with a learning attitude, and gradually shrank into the quilt, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

This is too embarrassing.

Hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening, Cen Xihuai came out after drying his hair. He was wearing a long coat and trousers that wrapped him tightly, looking old-fashioned and serious.

Xu Qingwu quickly exited the interface and put down the phone.

Cen Xihuai threw back the quilt and lay down, then politely asked her, "Turn off the lights?"

Xu Qingwu nodded.

With a click, everything went dark.

The air was so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing, and Xu Qingwu's heart was beating like thunder.

After waiting and waiting, she heard no movement from him. They had agreed to do it twice a week, morning and evening. Xu Qingwu couldn't hold it in any longer and asked him.

"Do you want to do it tonight?"

Cen Xihuai glanced at the luminous clock on the wall: "It's eleven o'clock."

Xu Qingwu was puzzled: "Huh?"

"I usually go to bed before eleven."

"Oh, it's a healthy habit."

"Well, go to sleep."

"OK."