Even though Ying Zheng was already in his thirties, he still maintained an excellent figure.

He has a body with golden proportions, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, strong and powerful arms with prominent veins, distinct chest and abdominal muscles, sexy and smooth mermaid lines, full of male hormones and sexual tension.

Coupled with her nearly two-meter height, she is even more perfect than those top supermodels.

However, the most amazing thing is his aura.

He possesses the pride and dignity of a noble family, as well as the maturity and stability accumulated over the years. He is like a pot of red wine that has been brewed for many years, mellow and charming, and has the charm unique to mature men.

"Yuening, come back to your senses."

A deep and magnetic male voice sounded, mixed with a lazy smile after a little relaxation, which made people's ears numb.

Chu Yuening's pretty face flushed, and she thought to herself that she was useless. Then she pretended to be calm and changed the subject.

"Ahem, A Zheng, let me wipe your hair for you."

"Well, thank you for troubling Yue Ning."

Ying Zheng would naturally not miss the opportunity to enjoy his wife's tenderness and care.

He lay on her lap very naturally, then gathered her wet hair and let it hang down behind her head, then took her hand and kissed it.

Chu Yuening pulled her hand back helplessly and gave him a seductive look.

Immediately, she picked up the comb, combed his hair, and then gently wiped his wet hair with a towel.

Ying Zheng rested his head on his wife's soft thighs, his eyes half closed, the tiredness between his brows gradually disappeared, turning into a relaxed and comfortable look.

Amidst the sound of dripping water, the couple leaned against each other tenderly and lovingly, their every move revealing an intimacy that outsiders could not intrude upon.