Chapter 15 The Man Who Became the Mistress

In the early spring, only the croaking of frogs and the sound of drizzling rain could be heard outside. Inside, the shy boy had his outer clothes removed, leaving only his snow-white lining. His long, narrow phoenix eyes were lowered quietly, not daring to look up at all.

His wife looked directly at the whole picture.

With a few gentle flicks of her slender fingertips, the young boy trembled. She thought to herself, thankfully this place is the same as before.

Otherwise, I'll have to make a scene with the system.

Her boyfriend wasn't just someone she randomly chose based on looks; Yan Zhou was exceptionally... gifted.

She thoroughly enjoyed using it.

Such a secluded place is not something ordinary friends should visit, but...

She's not just an ordinary friend; she's my wife.

She is the mistress who bought me, providing me with clothes to cover my body and food to fill my stomach.

So she can do whatever she wants to me.

Yu Zhouwan was initially a little reserved and dared not spread his legs too wide, but he quickly convinced himself and obediently spread them apart so that his wife could see more clearly.

Chi Zhao stared wide-eyed, her breath catching in her throat.

The night was deep, the croaking of frogs accompanied by low moans, and soon the dark clouds obscured the bright moon.

...

It was very late when the boy, his head tilted back and his forehead damp with sweat, was finally released. But as soon as he was released, he shrank back and pressed himself against the boy again.

Her eyes were swollen from crying, and she mumbled absently, "It's no use, it's all gone, I can't get out," but her body still instinctively leaned against her.

After a long period of abstinence, Chi Zhao could finally eat again. She couldn't hide her satisfaction. This delicious taste was exactly what her boyfriend, Yan Zhou, tasted like.

She had only agreed to wash herself, but her boyfriend was too tempting, and she had been abstaining for too long, so she couldn't resist.

It's because he's so pink and tender.

Thinking of this, Chi Zhaofang felt a little guilty.

She pulled her boyfriend into her arms and coaxed him gently, "Okay, don't cry, don't cry. I'll ask for less next time. You're so easily teased, sigh..."

She was deeply worried about her [illegible] □.

Yu Zhouwan's mind was still blank. He only heard his wife's somewhat disgusted and helpless voice. He subconsciously snuggled closer to her and said in a hoarse voice, "I can, I can take it."

Don't dislike me.

"Tsk, how can she stand it? Only three times and she's already like this."

It's a bit red and swollen there, so we might have to apply some medicine later. The little boy is indeed a little boy.

It doesn't last long.

Of course, she didn't say the last sentence, for fear of hurting the child's self-esteem.

Boys these days are so competitive.

She had only said it three times when the boy turned and buried his face in her arms again, his voice sounding a little aggrieved, "Waaah, it's too much."

He said he could handle it, but also said three times was too much.

She's still too young; she'll be different after some time.

Chi Zhao had made the man swollen and made him cry, but he didn't dare to do anything more. He took a handkerchief to wipe the wetness off the man's body, then wrapped him in a thin blanket, and went to the kitchen to boil water.

The hot water prepared earlier was already ice-cold and icy to the touch, so it was naturally unsuitable for the frail boy.

Yu Zhouwan originally wanted to follow, but after moving around, he found that his limbs were extremely sore, so he obediently lay back down. It wouldn't be right for his wife to carry him and sit behind him to tend the fire.

The boy got what he wanted, and after his discomfort subsided, he finally curled the corners of his lips into a smile while hiding under the covers.

Chi Zhao entered the room with this smug look on her face. She walked closer, put down the basin of water she was carrying, and flicked the boy's smooth forehead with her finger. "What are you thinking about, so happy?"

"Hmm"

He was hit on the head and quickly covered it with his hand, whimpering in pain, but his eyes were still bright, looking like a silly guy who was happy even after being hit.

Chi Zhao had nothing to say. He reached out and pulled him out of the blanket, then wrung out a warm towel and began to wipe him down.

Although the boy had been a slave, the parts of his body that were rarely exposed to sunlight were still very tender and delicate. He had to be wiped very gently, otherwise, even a little too much pressure would leave red marks.

It was Chi Zhao's first time doing this kind of service work, and she found it quite novel. She turned the person over and over and washed them thoroughly.

Finally, she tucked her boyfriend, who was still steaming hot, into the bed.

Yu Zhouwan's eyes were glazed over, and even when his wife helped him wipe his body, he wasn't behaving properly...

Just as he wished, he became the mistress's man.

I don't know where the wife learned her hand-washing technique, she doesn't even miss a single wrinkle, is she really not teasing him on purpose?

When Chi Zhao returned after pouring the water, she saw a peach with rosy cheeks nestled in the blankets, her expression one of post-coital satisfaction. She suddenly felt as if time had stopped in the apocalypse, when they were always like this.

No matter how beastly she is, she will always help her boyfriend clean up afterward, so that he doesn't have to do it himself and feel sore all over.

Every time I put him on the bed after washing him, he always makes that same expression.

Chi Zhao strode forward.

Hearing the noise, Yu Zhouwan quickly turned her head. Her small face was extremely handsome, and she called out in a hoarse voice, "My lady."

As she spoke, she struggled to get out of bed.

Chi Zhao quickly pressed him down.

"Don't catch a cold."

"You won't catch a cold; the blankets my wife bought are very thick."

Thinking that this was the quilt his wife usually slept in, Yu Zhouwan smiled sweetly.

But Chi Zhao wasn't happy. She suddenly remembered that the blankets they used every day weren't bought by her, but by the original owner of the body.

This won't do.

She was just about to cuddle with her boyfriend and go to sleep when she suddenly pulled out two light blue undershirts she had just bought for him and threw them at him. "Put these on quickly. It's chilly at night. You're not well, so be careful not to catch a cold."

Yu Zhouwan's face was covered by her inner garment. Confused, she took off the garment and asked softly, "Doesn't my wife like seeing my body?"

He lowered his eyes with a slight sense of loss, as if he were heartbroken.

Chi Zhao:? ? ?

Where does this come from?

My boyfriend came back to life, but his personality is much more sensitive than before.

How pitiful.

"No, I was just worried you'd be cold. Put this on quickly, and I'll take you to buy a new quilt tomorrow."

A note from the author:

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May every world be a sweet little story [droopy-eared rabbit head]