Meng Mingxuan's long hair, which had been tied up behind her head, was let down by Yan Mojiu when she entered the bathroom. When her clothes fell to the ground, her long hair fell on her fair skin. There was a mirror behind Yan Mojiu, which happened to be facing the direction of the two of them.

She only took a glance and then quickly looked away.

"Oh." Meng Mingxuan kept repeating in her mind, "This is my husband, this is my husband, this is my husband," but her fingers couldn't help but tremble slightly as she unbuttoned the man's shirt.

Since her husband was a creature of the world, she felt that even ten years later, she would still be excited for him.

Yan Mojiu's eyes slowly moved from her rosy little face, rosy lips, white neck...down inch by inch.

Finally, she slowly unbuttoned her clothes with her fingers.

"Let's see how long you can delay." He will delay it back in ten times the time.

"Didn't I just coax you slowly? Details are important." Meng Mingxuan said stubbornly, "You've never opened a present before?"

"I did it once." Yan Mojiu curled his lips slightly, "I experienced it on our wedding night."

“…”

He is the gift.

Yan Mojiu looked at her slightly dissatisfied expression and said, "Mingxuan is the most precious gift God has given me."

Meng Mingxuan unbuttoned his last button.

She looked up at him, "You too."

He pulled Meng Mingxuan under the shower to take a shower. Soft and delicate bubbles splashed and were then washed to the ground by the warm water.

The bathroom lights were on, and Meng Mingxuan complained quietly as she washed off the bubbles for him, "The lighting here isn't as good as at home."

"Good highlights." Yan Mojiu pinched her slender white shoulders with his fingers, "Mingxuan is so white that she glows."

"Brother Nine is so greasy."

The two looked at each other in silence for a few seconds.

Yan Mojiu's eyes were a little aggressive, and just when Meng Mingxuan thought he was going to press her against the bathroom wall and kiss her deeply, he just brought her back to the jacuzzi and put her in first.

Pink and red rose petals floated on the water. Meng Mingxuan's attention was attracted for just one second before the water level immediately rose.

He lay down beside her, took her hand and placed it on his chest.

"Their manager asked me indirectly whether they wanted to remove the movements of unbuttoning their clothes and showing their abs during the dance."

Yan Mojiu looked at her with a slightly embarrassed look in his eyes, "But I think Mingxuan should make the comparison."

Hearing this, Meng Mingxuan leaned over and gently plucked his lips with her fingers, like playing the keys of a piano.

"What are you comparing? Brother Jiu can't dance." He is her lover, how could she compare him with others.

"Mingxuan can't sing yet."

Meng Mingxuan pinched him, "Do you really want to ruin the atmosphere? I was just thinking about how to coax you."

Yan Mojiu pursed his thin lips and said no more.

But when Meng Mingxuan finally did the psychological construction and started to coax him, he continued to give a few instructions in a low and hoarse voice.

Then Meng Mingxuan became depressed.

Is he a detail freak?

"Didn't Mingxuan say that details are important?" Yan Mojiu lifted up her sullen little face.

"That doesn't mean you can be so picky." He even wanted her to follow his direction.

Yan Mojiu chuckled, "I never did this when I was coaxing Mingxuan."

"You didn't..." I coaxed her like this.

Without waiting for Meng Mingxuan to finish, Yan Mojiu raised his finger and pressed it against her lips. "When I coax Mingxuan, I will do whatever she says and temporarily put my own thoughts and brain aside. Whatever Mingxuan says is what I will do. Even if Mingxuan deliberately makes trouble for me, I will still enjoy it."

“…”

What?

It means that she is not patient enough.

Meng Mingxuan snorted lightly, and Yan Mojiu showed no disappointment. He touched her head and stood up. "If you don't want to coax me, forget it. Brother won't be angry. Take a bath, and I'll get you some clean clothes."

Meng Mingxuan's throat choked up. This sounded too bitter.

She grabbed his wrist and pulled gently, and he lay back down with his arms around her waist.

"I'll be patient a little longer."

She hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him gently.

Her soft fingers stroked along his beautiful skin texture, and then she felt his muscles tense.

This time, Yan Mojiu didn't nitpick anymore. He just followed her coaxing rhythm and fell for her little by little.

He didn't deliberately torment her or test her.

He just wanted her to coax him a little longer and be sweeter.

The mist on the mirror is fine, reflecting a blurry image.

On the bathroom floor tiles with clear patterns, a large number of pink rose petals were scattered and moved along with the water flow.

But Meng Mingxuan had never felt that any night was so long. She thought she would never watch her idol dance again, because the price was too tiring.

Compared to Yan Mojiu's patience and gentleness, Nie Ziyang is full of brute force.

Who made Lu Jingqian also a wild one?

The compatibility between the two should not be too high.

Lu Jingqian didn't get up until noon. When she woke up, she asked Nie Ziyang to bring her breakfast and feed it to her with his own hands.

Nie Ziyang calmed down after being fed last night, but he still felt jealous whenever he thought about it, "Who is coaxing whom? You should have gotten up and made me breakfast before feeding me."

He even helped with the brushing.

She still refused to get out of bed, so he could only squeeze out the cream, pour water, fetch the trash can, and help her scrub the brush beside the bed.

How can people be so delicate?

"If you say anything more, I'll go back to my parents' home." Lu Jingqian is very good at judging people, and her big dog had calmed down long ago.

As long as he still loves her, there is nothing he can't coax her into submission.

"Tsk, isn't it me who should go back to my parents' home?" Nie Ziyang fed her another mouthful.

Speaking of the Nie family...

Lu Jingqian ignored her backache and sat up to look at him. "When you were taking a shower this morning, your mother called me."

"Whose mother?" Nie Ziyang asked back.

"...Mrs. Nie called me." Lu Jingqian changed her words honestly, but in her heart she was thinking, does he really not recognize his mother? You'll get stabbed in the back.