Chapter 62 Chapter 62 Woof woof!
After last night, Wen Yu packed up her belongings and moved into Pan Xianchen's house. Aslan had moved into a new home, bigger than his mother's and smaller than his grandmother's—just the right size. Upon moving in, he excitedly patrolled his new territory, sniffing and poking around.
Wen Yu put down her suitcase, opened it, and pulled out item after item. She didn't ask Pan Xianchen, simply following her own ideas for placement. Some of the items were so unique, items specifically for women that Pan Xianchen had never seen them before. Soon, the living room, sink, bathroom, bedroom, and other areas of the house were filled with a colorful array of new items.
Pan Xianchen leaned against the wall, watching her frantically bustling about. The thought of his old dream finally coming true filled his heart with happiness. He walked over, wanting to help, and picked up a pink, round object with tiny spikes on its surface from the sink. He asked Wen Yu, "What is this?"
Wen Yu introduced: "The facial cleanser vibrates and can cleanse your face more thoroughly."
"Oh, where should I put it?"
"Just put it there. I just put it there. Why are you moving it?"
“…”
Pan Xianchen silently put the facial cleanser back in its place.
He looked down at the other items in the suitcase, picked up a comb, weighed it, and said, "Why is this comb so heavy?"
Wen Yu looked back, snatched the thing from his hand, and said, "Don't drop it! This straightening comb is very expensive! See? It can be charged here. Once it's warm, just comb your hair and it'll become straight."
Pan Xianchen: “…”
I've never heard of a rechargeable comb.
Wen Yu then pulled out a bunch of bottles and jars, neatly arranging them on the sink. Pan Xianchen rested his chin on his hand and analyzed, "Are these all your cosmetics? That much?"
Wen Yu glanced at him speechlessly: "These are all skin care products. I'll put the cosmetics on the dressing table. Do you have a dressing table at home?"
Pan Xianchen: "...No, but you can buy one."
Then, Wen Yu began to sort out the items in the living room, such as small speakers, scented candles, and ambient lighting. To attract female customers, these items were designed in increasingly bizarre shapes, some completely deviating from their original purpose, becoming useless ornaments that only looked good, devoid of function.
Pan Xianchen sat on the living room sofa, holding the dog, frowning as he watched Wen Yu arrange things. His expression was confused, his mind a mess, but he was no longer curious. After all, women always buy things for a reason, right?
After a long time of sorting, Wen Yu finally put everything back in its place and the suitcase was empty. She clapped her hands and said with a sense of accomplishment, "That's it!"
Pan Xianchen stood up from the sofa: "Okay, it's finally my turn."
He walked over, pinched Wen Yu's waist, and wanted to kiss her mouth. Wen Yu pushed his chin away and said, "Did you forget? There are two boxes of my clothes in the car!"
"No matter what, I want to kiss first."
"No! Get your clothes in order first!"
"Kiss first!"
"Get your clothes in order first!"
Aslan stared intently at the man and woman in front of him, their lower bodies pressed together, their upper bodies separated like like magnetic poles repelling each other, the two of them forming a capital letter Y. Aslan was puzzled, and then suddenly understood, Aslan pounced on him and bit Pan Xianchen's butt.
Wen Yu was released. He pointed at the scene of the fight between the man and the dog with a hearty laugh and arrogantly ordered Pan Xianchen, "Fix your clothes first! Otherwise, I'll let the dog bite you!"
The two men and the dog made a mess for several hours before they managed to pack up all of Wen Yu's belongings.
Pan Xianchen showed off his cooking skills for dinner, and Wen Yu ate her fill. Afterward, they took Aslan for a walk in the nearby park. The park was filled with people trying to digest their food, and there were also people walking their dogs. In every corner, there were couples cuddling together, holding hands, some hugging each other, a sweet sight.
Wen Yu and Pan Xianchen are among them. Their happiness is so ordinary and common, yet so special and unique.
After returning home, Aslan was exiled, and Wen Yu went to the bathroom to take a bath. She loved the large bathtub in Pan Xianchen's house, which could fit her whole body. The warm water enveloped her, as if it could wash away all her boredom and fatigue.
She lay quietly in the water, the small speaker on the bathroom windowsill playing some soft music. With a click, the door suddenly opened, and Pan Xianchen walked in naked, soaking in the same water with her.
Wen Yu covered her eyes with her hands and exclaimed, "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?!"
Pan Xianchen had a good reason: "What clothes should I wear for bathing?"
"...You can't just walk in like this...like this..." Wen Yu blushed, her mind desperately searching for some outrageous words to describe this shameless man. Well, she couldn't think of anything but commonplace words, "...I saw everything that was dangling around!"
Pan Xianchen stretched his arms comfortably on either side of the tub, water dripping down his slender arms and fingers onto the floor. He stared at Wen Yu with a burning gaze and retorted, "What about you now? You're also swaying around, and I saw you naked."
Wen Yu hurriedly took his hands down and covered his chest with them.
Pan Xianchen found her reaction amusing. She'd been seeing, touching, and kissing her private parts, yet she was still so blinded by one thing. Wen Yu knew what dirty laundry was going on in his head from the wicked look on his face. Furious, she scooped up a handful of water and threw it at him, then fiercely warned, "Not here!"
Wen Yu's face was moist and red from the soaking, but she didn't look dangerous. Pan Xianchen didn't take her warning at all. He followed her lead and scooped up a handful of water. He said, "Then you choose, where are we tonight?"
His hands were much bigger than hers. He scooped up so much water and splashed it on Wen Yu's face like a huge slap of water. Wen Yu was stunned and her face hurt. She was stunned for several seconds and was really angry. She didn't want to say another word to Pan Xianchen. She stood up quickly, stepped out of the bathtub, put on a bath towel and walked out of the bathroom.
Pan Xianchen: “……?”
Wen Yu slept in bed, her back to Pan Xianchen. Pan Xianchen reached out to test her, but was slapped back. He tried to rub her with his leg, but was kicked. He tried to suppress her with brute force, but Wen Yu, who had found some kind of magical power, was harder to control than a pig during Chinese New Year.
With a thud, Pan Xianchen was pushed under the bed and knocked to the floor.
Wen Yu closed her eyes and sulked. After a while, she opened them and saw Pan Xianchen lying on the edge of the bed next to her. He said to her, "I'm sorry, I won't splash water on you again. I want to sleep with you, is that okay?"
"No." Wen Yu said firmly, "You definitely won't be able to sleep with me tonight."
Pan Xianchen sighed with sadness and regret. He had originally planned to try the study tonight. But tonight, he couldn't even get on the bed in the bedroom, let alone the study. With another thud, the bedroom door closed, and Pan Xianchen was thrown out by Wen Yu. He would sleep in the second bedroom tonight.
Lying on the cold bed in the second bedroom, Pan Xianchen sent a sincere WeChat message to Ning Kai: I understand you, it’s really not easy for you after getting married.
Ning Kai, finishing his late-night rounds of sex with Hu Jingjing, pulled out his phone and, with the expression of an elderly man on the subway, looked at the inexplicable WeChat message Pan Xianchen had sent him a few hours earlier. He couldn't understand. What the hell was wrong with him?
The sky gradually brightened, the temperature dropped in the morning, and the weather slowly turned cooler. Wen Yu's vacation was almost over. She had no plans for the last few days, just staying home to watch TV series, read, play with her dog, and spend her time in a daze. Yan Qianqian had gone abroad, and she would occasionally send her a WeChat message or call her. Her latest news was that A Jin was gone, and she had replaced him with her younger sister on the back of his motorcycle. Wen Yu listened to Yan Qianqian scold A Jin on the phone for a full half hour.
Ye Yinuo often went to Dou Lang's city, and her recent situation was even simpler and more straightforward: either she was at the hotel, or she was on her way to the hotel. After leaving the hotel, Ye Yinuo would also report to Wen Yu that she was safe, and by the way, ask Wen Yu if she had slept with Mr. Pan, how it felt, whether it was intense, and whether her analysis was correct.
Wen Yu turned off her phone and refused to reply to spam WeChat messages.
Pan Xianchen rarely worked overtime lately. Aside from eating and walking the dog, he spent most of his time at home in bed with Wen Yu. He was a man willing to use any means necessary to achieve his goals, and Wen Yu was no match for him in that regard. So, he took her on a tour of every detail, from the living room sofa to the carpet and study table. The house was filled with their scent and traces.
Pan Xianchen placed Wen Yu on the master bathroom sink. Their bodies banged and banged, knocking over bottles and jars. Some shattered on the floor, but they didn't care. At this point, the fray reached its peak, their minds completely swirling, nearly overturning the sink. Aslan was the only one in the family worried about what had happened. He quickly followed the sound, but was locked outside. He could only scratch at the door and bark to awaken the conscience of the infatuated couple inside.
When it was over, Pan Xianchen flung the door open. Aslan looked up. Man and dog stared at each other.
Pan Xianchen pointed his finger at Aslan and threatened, "If you scream again, I'll tape your mouth shut."
Aslan ignored him and rushed into the master bathroom to look for Wen Yu. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. There was a strange smell in here, so strong that Aslan's dog nose was almost gone.
When Pan Xianchen walked in, Aslan turned around and glared at him fiercely. He still had that strong smell on him! It was all his fault! He made this place stink! Aslan threw himself into Wen Yu's arms and tried to lick her face, but the moment he put his nose close, the same strong smell hit him in the face.
How come even its most fragrant, clean, and beloved mother has become like this?
Aslan's ears drooped, his brows furrowed, and a whimpering sound came from his throat. Wen Yu felt a surge of tenderness and hurriedly stroked his head and back.
Pan Xianchen grabbed it by the scruff of the neck and lectured it, "Why are you acting so spoiled, boy?"
Aslan didn't care, and he would bury his head in Wen Yu's arms and cuddle with her. Pan Xianchen looked at her dog-like appearance, and then thought of the face she had just glared at him, and cursed: "Aslan, you green tea dog."
A man and a dog were fighting for the right to sit next to Wen Yu. When eating, Aslan wanted to be close to Wen Yu; when watching TV on the sofa, Aslan wanted to be close to Wen Yu; when sleeping in bed, Aslan also wanted to be close to Wen Yu.
Pan Xianchen lifted Gouzi off the bed and said, "Are you crazy? You want to sleep in your dad's seat?"
Aslan said, "Woof!"
Wen Yu sat on the head of the bed and tried to mediate: "Why don't you just let it sleep for one night?"
Pan Xianchen couldn't believe it: "Are you crazy too?"
Aslan: "Woof woof!"
Pan Xianchen now wished he could send Aslan a thousand miles away. He chased the dog out of the bedroom and, before closing the door, said to Aslan, "Stop barking. Mom and Dad have something urgent to do soon, so don't bother them."
This chaotic life lasted for a while. Later, Wen Yu finished her leave and it was time for her to return to work.
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