About twenty minutes later, Lin Yanwan dressed in clean clothes, dried her hair with a towel, and walked out of the bathroom.
When she looked up and saw the underwear hanging on the balcony, she was so angry that she gritted her teeth and wanted to drag that guy out and beat him up.
I didn't expect him to be a repeat offender. No wonder I always insisted on washing her underwear.
Entering her room, she glared at Jiang Xia and cursed, "Pervert!"
He nodded in complete agreement: "You're right, all husbands in the world are perverts. I just did one thing that all married men would do."
"...You're quite proud of yourself?" Lin Yanwan was speechless.
Jiang Xia argued vehemently: "There's nothing shameful about smelling your wife's underwear."
"You still dare to say that?!" she said, embarrassed and annoyed.
"I'm not going to talk about it anymore." Jiang Xia chuckled, took out a hairdryer, and patted the stool: "Sit over here, I'll dry your hair."
She curled her lips slightly, hummed softly twice, and sat down in front of him rather coyly.
A slightly warm breeze blew out from the vent. Jiang Xia held the hairdryer in one hand, swinging his wrist back and forth, while using the other hand to quickly manipulate his wife's hair. Occasionally, he would press his fingers against her scalp and gently massage it. All he could smell was the faint scent of shampoo.
Lin Yanwan tilted her head back slightly, squinting her eyes comfortably. It was so nice not having to blow-dry her hair herself; a man's hands were definitely stronger.
A warm breeze was blowing softly when she suddenly felt her lips touch hers. Warm, moist breath pattered on her face. She instinctively opened her eyes and saw Jiang Xia's clearly defined collarbone.
It turned out that he had leaned down and kissed her when she wasn't paying attention.
She sighed softly to herself, slowly closed her eyes, and slightly parted her moist, pink lips. A soft tongue quickly probed in and domineeringly occupied her entire mouth.
The hairdryer stopped without him noticing. After a long while, Jiang Xia looked up, still feeling a bit unsatisfied, and seeing the blush on his wife's face, he gently hugged her from behind.
"Baby, you smell so good."
"It all smells like shower gel." Lin Yanwan sniffed.
“It’s the smell of hormones,” he said.
Sensing something stirring behind her, Lin Yanwan straightened up and distanced herself from him. She rolled her eyes and said, "If you can't hold it in, go vent it yourself. Don't say anything irrelevant in my ear."
Jiang Xia was slightly embarrassed: "I really didn't expect it. It's all the fault of this body. At the prime of my life, I sometimes react even to the slightest touch."
"Then don't touch me again." Lin Yanwan snorted a few times.
She must stay true to herself and remain innocent no matter how eloquently this guy talks or how affectionate he seems.
"Actually, a man's peak performance is right now. After 30, he starts to decline, and even drinking goji berry water every day won't help. So cherish what you have while you can," he said earnestly.
Lin Yanwan touched his face and smiled sweetly: "Actually, most women don't have much worldly desire at this age. They only start to exert themselves after they turn 30. When that time comes, I'll dump you and go find a vigorous young man."
Jiang Xia was stunned.
"I think what others say isn't necessarily accurate. For example, I'm still very energetic after 30."
She pouted and bluntly called him out: "You're nowhere near as good as you were at 22."
Jiang Xia's face twitched violently, and his heart turned ice-cold. He thought to himself that he should save all his energy so that she would cry and call him "Dad" in the future!
"...I no longer have worldly desires."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yanwan smiled slightly.
"Don't you still have two episodes of animation to work on? Wang Ming has been working like a slave for you every day, drawing keyframes, and all you do is flirt with girls, huh? You've already gotten cocky after just signing the contract, haven't you?"
"It's not flirting with girls, it's flirting with your wife," Jiang Xia pointed out the mistake in a serious tone.
"Men who are all talk and no action, those who are smooth-talking and glib are the most unreliable!" Lin Yanwan said deliberately with a stern face.
She's not the little girl she used to be, gradually losing herself amidst sweet calls of "wife"; she's immune to it now.
"Waaah, stop scolding me, stop scolding me! Work makes me happy!" Seeing her display the same fierceness she used to have as his wife, Jiang Xia immediately backed down.
"Just stay here and draw. I'll pick Xiaoman up from school myself later, so you don't need to come, understand?"
"oh."
"That's a good boy, mua~" Lin Yanwan stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips, smiling as she said, "This is a reward for you."
"But if I can't draw a hundred storyboards today, there won't be any more kisses in the future."
She gently breathed into Jiang Xia's ear, "Honey, you can do it!"
It's hard.
The fist has hardened!
Jiang Xia's eyes widened instantly, and he exhaled heavily like an ox: "Don't bother me! Women will only slow down my painting!"
"That's right, keep it as it is."
Lin Yanwan smiled slightly and walked out, swaying her sexy waist.
"Baby, wait a minute." Jiang Xia suddenly called out to him.
"Um?"
"Could you call me that again, that nickname from earlier?" he said shamelessly. It had been so long since he'd heard "husband" from him, and he felt so happy he could fly.
"old……"
Under his expectant gaze, Lin Yanwan's expression changed: "Hmph, we'll talk after the mission is complete!"
Then she slammed the door shut and even took out her key to lock it from the inside.
Recalling what had just happened, Lin Yanwan couldn't help but feel amused. Since her rebirth, she had always appeared to be the weaker party in front of Jiang Xia, after all, she was worried about repeating the same mistakes she made in her previous life, so she was often led by him.
But they forgot that after the two got married, she usually made the decisions on everything, big or small. Once the Empress's aura was brought out, wouldn't this guy obediently surrender?
“Little Taro Ball, your dad is so silly. Just saying ‘husband’ makes him so happy. But why did he always feel like he was mistreating me before?” Lin Yanwan stroked the cute cat’s head, sighed softly, and picked up his dirty clothes and threw them into the washing machine.
Looking at the clouds in the sky, she sat down at the piano and slowly began to play music.
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