On the evening of the third day of the Lunar New Year, Chu Yanyan stayed with her family until late at night before going home.
This time he relaxed his guard and was no longer wary of Feng Qingwu's arrival like he had been in the previous nights.
You probably won't come tonight, right?
With this in mind, Chu Yanyan tightened his gray cloak with white stripes and walked to the door of his room. The servants had already lit the lights in the room, making it brightly lit.
Chu Yanyan pushed the door open and walked in.
Before I could feel relieved, I looked up and saw a man sitting in a chair drinking tea.
His face immediately fell.
Feng Qingwu came today wearing a black long-sleeved python robe, and the cloak he was wearing was already hanging neatly on Chu Yanyan's clothes rack.
When Chu Yanyan lay in Feng Qingwu's arms, she could still smell the cool breath of the other person who had experienced the wind and snow.
Feng Qingwu put his arm around Chu Yanyan's shoulders and asked nonchalantly, "Why are you so afraid of me coming today?"
Chu Yanyan glanced at the man and nodded.
Feng Qingwu took one look and became unhappy. He lowered his head and kissed Chu Yanyan's mouth a few times as a punishment, then said domineeringly, "Don't be afraid of me."
He did not call himself lonely.
Afraid of Feng Qingwu? Chu Yanyan wouldn't be afraid of him.
Chu Yanyan rolled her eyes, playing with the white jade waist pendant hanging around Feng Qingwu's waist, and said, "I'm not afraid of you. I'm afraid that you will touch me as soon as you come here, just like you are doing now."
Hearing that Chu Yanyan didn't dislike him, Feng Qingwu was in a good mood. Hearing the second half of the sentence, he smiled and said, "Huh? How did I touch you?"
Chu Yanyan widened his eyes and raised his slightly swollen lips: "This is the evidence that you stayed." As he said, he was still worried that Feng Qingwu would quibble, so he took the initiative to pull open his collar, revealing the area above his collarbone.
There were traces of Feng Qingwu's light nibbling on it not long ago.
Take a look.
Feng Qingwu's eyes changed, his breathing became heavier, and he lowered his head to kiss the place where he had been before: "I haven't touched you for two days, I missed you so much."
Seeing Feng Qingwu really coming, Chu Yanyan resisted: "Feng Qingwu, I haven't bathed yet, don't kiss me. Um... um."
"Haven't you showered yet? That's even better. I haven't showered yet. Let's shower together." Feng Qingwu said excitedly, picked up the person on his lap, and walked towards the shower room.
"No, my bathtub is very small!" Chu Yanyan refused. Of course, his refusal was invalid.
The battlefield moved to the big bathtub.
Chu Yanyan felt something was wrong when she heard this. She looked directly at Feng Qingwu with her moist eyes: "Don't mess around. Hmm."
Feng Qingwu suddenly kissed Chu Yanyan, stopping her from saying anything else.
Feng Qingwu's secret guard hid on the eaves. Listening to the tiny noises coming from inside the house, she felt a little helpless and hurriedly moved her position to continue protecting the happiness of her master and Master Chu.
It doesn’t matter, she is deaf. As long as she is paid enough money, this kind of work is nothing.
After taking a shower.
After spending so much time together, Feng Qingwu was still quite patient with Chu Yanyan. He sat by the stove, holding her in his arms, and carefully drying the hair of the person sitting on his lap.
The exhausted Chu Yanyan spinelessly lay in Feng Qingwu's arms, allowing the man to serve her.
Occasionally, he would squint his eyes comfortably, and his tone was hoarse: "Are you almost well now?"
Feng Qingwu was stunned for a few seconds, then quickly reacted and replied to Chu Yanyan: "Not well yet."
"Oh~" Chu Yanyan didn't ask any more questions.
She raised her chin, rubbed the man's warm chest, found a good position, and continued to lie down.
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