After the Body Swap, the Prince's Identities Can't Be Hidden

The legitimate daughter of the General's manor and the Young Master of the Marquis's residence swapped bodies, embarking on their own hilarious lives.

Before the swap, Ye Wanqing'...

Chapter 62: Playing in the Water Against the Wind

After dinner, Song Lin was taking a shower in the side room. He only heard Shen Xu banging on the wall in the room, and he didn't know what he was busy with.

"Xiu Xiu, what are you knocking on?"

"Nothing." Shen Xu buried his head in hammering seriously, and every word he struck was deeply imprinted on a thin copper sheet.

When Song Lin handed her the sealed marriage certificate that day, she engraved a smaller template and was currently hammering the marriage certificate onto a copper plate to make a copper plate marriage certificate.

However, it is not ready yet, waiting to leave a surprise for Constable Song.

"Xiu Xiu," Song Lin asked while taking a bath in the side room, "You can make weapons and your handwriting is so beautiful. Could your family be a craftsman or blacksmith?"

"Well, maybe." Shen Xu put away the struck copper coins, tidied the table, and took out a book to read. "Ever since I remembered my brother Yan, I've remembered some things one after another, but they were all drawings, so I tried to draw them all."

"Xiuxiu knows everything and is so beautiful. She might be the daughter of some wealthy family. I've asked Master Ma to go to the capital and ask if he can find your family."

Shen Xu put down the book, took a towel and walked into the side room, while helping him wipe his back and started chatting with him.

"Detective Song, tell me, could it be that my family no longer wants me and sold me to human traffickers?"

"How could that be? Xiuxiu is so smart, only a fool would not want you." Song Lin narrowed his eyes slightly and let Shen Xu rub his back. The warm water droplets rolled on his wheat-colored skin, along the firm and tight muscle lines, and fell into the water.

He comforted her gently, "Besides, I still need you."

"But, after so many days, I can't remember anyone except my brother. I can even remember some drawings and words I have seen, but I can't remember people." Shen Xu dipped a towel in water and wiped his back and shoulders carelessly.

She said with a little trepidation: "Tell me, will I be without parents or relatives, and only have a brother?"

"Don't worry, maybe your parents are too busy to take care of you, so they don't remember."

Song Lin put his arm around her waist, his wet fingertips gently touching the ends of her hair that fell to her waist, and comforted her, "Xiu Xiu has such a dexterous hand. I guess your parents are also skilled craftsmen. And you have already remembered your brother and the blueprints. I believe you will remember everything soon."

Shen Xu nodded doubtfully, stretched out his hand to his strong chest, and began to caress it wantonly.

Still so tight, so good~

"Xiu Xiu." Song Lin's body stiffened. He gently grabbed her hand, stood up, and carried her sideways in the bathtub.

Suddenly, water splashed everywhere. Shen Xu subconsciously cried out and sat down in the tub. She scolded him, "Why are you doing this? I'm wearing dirty clothes and will dirty the water."

Song Lin raised his hand to unbutton her collar, then aggressively took off her coat and threw it, along with her shoes and socks, onto the ground. "That's okay. I was just thinking of taking this opportunity to wash the little cat that's been playing in the mud all day."

"No, forget it. I can wash it myself later. It's all muddy and will get dirty." Shen Xu was about to stand up and step out of the bathtub.

Song Lin calmly raised his foot and stepped on the hem of her skirt. She cried out in pain and fell into his arms, splashing water.

He took the opportunity to put his arms around her back and cunningly used his foot to hold the hem of her skirt to prevent her from getting out of the water.

Shen Xu was like a cat afraid of water. She nervously supported herself on the wall of the bathtub with her hands. She stretched her legs and struggled in the water for a few times, but was unable to get up.

The strong and broad chest before him was so close, and the hazy water vapor covered the handsome face with a thin layer of mist. Feeling the warm water soaking into his body, Shen Xu's face quickly turned red, and his heart began to beat violently.

She stammered and warned, "What are you doing? Let me go. I'm not running around. You can't punish me."

At this moment, Song Lin was like a lone wolf, staring triumphantly at the prey in his hands with his dark green eyes.

He scooped up the wet skirt and threw it out of the tub with the water. His voice was low and charming, gentle and charming. "Little cat, you are so playful that you refuse to eat. Your husband will punish you."

After saying that, he raised his hands to hook her neck, tilted his head back and kissed her lips deeply, plundering her domineeringly.

The temperature in the air rose sharply as their heartbeats accelerated. Their rapid breathing made the air around their nostrils thinner. Song Lin refused to let go, gently stroking her wet hair on the back, and kissing her into his arms.

Shen Xu was so dizzy from the kiss that she loosened her grip on the edge of the tub. Frowning, she panted softly, "No, no, Constable Song. If you keep doing this, you'll be arrested and thrown into the government office's dark room."

Song Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at her thin underwear with a mischievous look. He raised his hand to wipe the water off her face and pushed her wet hair back.

The two hugged each other tightly and slowly sank into the water.

The setting sun was slanting down, and golden light was shining on the eaves, enveloping the courtyard in warmth and peace.

The crabapple blossoms in the yard are in full bloom, their delicate petals swaying in the wind. Occasionally, a few petals are blown down by the wind and fall into the pond, creating ripples.

Shen Xu sat in front of the dressing table with a sore back. She changed into clean pajamas and let Song Lin wipe her hair. "Captain Song."

"Well, what did you call me?" Song Lin's slender fingers gently stroked the marks on her neck, and his beautiful eyes glanced at the red little face in the bronze mirror.

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