Everyone was discussing things, and before they knew it, most of the time had passed.
The people from the Duke of England's Mansion stayed at the Xiao family for lunch before returning to the Duke of England's Mansion's villa next door.
Yun Ruoxi and Mu Ruxue always returned to their respective embroidery rooms, which were carefully decorated by the two best friends.
Although it is called an embroidery building, it actually looks like a villa from the inside out, and the decoration style inside the house is all designed in accordance with modern styles.
As soon as the two best friends returned to their room, Xiao Jingrui and Xiao Jingxuan came back together.
The afternoon sun slanted through the carved window lattices, casting tiny spots of light on the Persian carpet in the living room.
Yun Ruoxi leaned on a wicker lounge chair and flipped through "Qimin Yaoshu". Her fingertips slid across the yellowed pages. The scent of ink mixed with the fragrance of gardenias wafting from the corridor, giving a sense of peace and tranquility.
Xiao Jingrui squatted in front of the copper basin and scrubbed the handkerchief. Water droplets slid into his cuffs along the tight muscle lines of his forearms, but he was completely unaware of it. His peripheral vision always followed his wife's fingertips as she turned the pages of the book.
"Madam, I've prepared some water for you to wash your feet. Soak your feet first and take a rest."
Xiao Jingrui held the steaming wooden basin, and the steaming water vapor blurred his handsome eyebrows and eyes.
A few freshly picked jasmine flowers were floating in the basin, and the petals trembled gently with the waves.
Yun Ruoxi raised an eyebrow, turning the pages of the book in an elegant arc between her fingers: "It's only noon, and I already want to wash my feet and rest?"
She deliberately put on a stern face, but couldn't hide the faint smile at the corner of her lips - ever since the new house was completed, Xiao Jingrui always found ways to stick to her side, like a loyal dog afraid of being abandoned.
"Madam, don't you want to take a nap? Soak your feet and you'll sleep better."
The tips of Xiao Jingrui's ears turned red, and his fingers unconsciously stroked the edge of the basin.
He didn't dare look directly into Yun Ruoxi's smiling eyes, for fear that his inner thoughts would be seen through - in fact, he just wanted to spend more time together, even if it was just to see her lazy appearance.
Yun Ruoxi put the book on her knees and tapped her chin with her fingertips as if thinking.
The sunlight fell on her long eyelashes, casting a shadow like a butterfly's wing. "Go to the bathroom and fill me with water for a bath. It's really hot now. I walked around the yard this morning and I'm sweating all over."
Before he finished speaking, Xiao Jingrui stood up with a "whoosh", not even noticing that the water in the wooden basin had wet the corners of his clothes. With a red face, he almost trotted to the second floor.
Soon the sound of water splashing was heard in the bathroom.
Yun Ruoxi looked at his hurriedly departing back, a gentle curve appearing at the corner of her lips.
This three-story show house was designed by her personally. The reception area on the first floor is furnished with leather sofas brought from modern times, which now glow with a warm luster in the sun.
The antique porcelain she collected was neatly arranged in the guest rooms on the second floor.
The master bedroom on the third floor was specially installed with huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows, which were now drying the golden sunlight into fine gold foil, covering the entire room.
When Yun Ruoxi walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a silk nightgown, the steaming mist was still condensing into tiny droplets on the ends of her hair.
She looked at the tense figure on the sofa and wiped her hair slowly and deliberately.
The silk pajamas were soaked in water vapor and became translucent, outlining her slender waist. Water droplets from the hair slid down her swan neck into the collar and disappeared among the silk folds.
Xiao Jingrui's knuckles turned white as he gripped the book, and deep wrinkles formed on the pages. He forced himself to stare at the words, but the hazy figure in his peripheral vision could not be shaken off.
The rose scent from Yun Ruoxi's hair, mixed with the water vapor, filled the air, making his heart beat like a drum. "Why don't you come over and help me dry my hair?"
Yun Ruoxi's voice was shrouded in moisture, with a hint of lazy coquettishness.
Xiao Jingrui almost staggered to his feet, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.
His fingertips accidentally brushed against her delicate neck as he took the towel. He retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted, then hurriedly moved closer and carefully wiped her wet long hair.
The water droplets dripping from his hair seeped into his cuffs, but the coolness could not suppress the heat in his heart.
Xiao Jingrui looked at the overlapping figures of the two in the mirror and suddenly realized that his wife, with whom he lived day and night, was even more charming than the most beautiful peony in spring.
Xiao Jingrui's breathing gradually became heavy, and the towel in his hand unconsciously rubbed Yun Ruoxi's hair, but the strength unconsciously increased.
Yun Ruoxi cried out softly: "It hurts."
This soft and coquettish voice was like a fire, completely igniting the desire that Xiao Jingrui had tried hard to suppress.
His Adam's apple rolled, and he slowly put down the towel. His slender fingers gently lifted Yun Ruoxi's chin, forcing her to look at him.
Yun Ruoxi looked at the fiery heat surging in Xiao Jingrui's eyes, and her cheeks instantly turned red, like the gorgeous sunset in the sky.
She wanted to turn her face away, but Xiao Jingrui held her firmly.
"Xier."
Xiao Jingrui's voice was low and hoarse, filled with unspeakable desire.
His thumb gently stroked Yun Ruoxi's flushed cheek, and his eyes moved down to her slightly trembling lips.
Yun Ruoxi felt his hot breath on her face, her heart beat like a drum, and she closed her eyes in panic.
Xiao Jingrui could no longer restrain himself and leaned over to kiss the lips that had been haunting him.
The kiss was cautious at first, then gradually became passionate and domineering.
Yun Ruoxi was stunned at first, then she put her hands on his chest, trying to push him away, but the moment Xiao Jingrui deepened the kiss, her hands fell weakly to her sides.
Her mind was blank, and she felt her body tightly wrapped by Xiao Jingrui's breath.
Xiao Jingrui put his arms around Yun Ruoxi's waist and pulled her into his arms, the two of them fitting tightly together.
Yun Ruoxi could clearly feel his violent heartbeat, like a war drum, hitting her heart again and again.
Her cheeks were hot, her breathing was rapid, and her body was trembling slightly in Xiao Jingrui's arms.
As the kiss deepened, Xiao Jingrui slowly fell onto the soft bed with Yun Ruoxi.
The sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a hazy silver glow on the two of them.
Yun Ruoxi opened her hazy eyes and looked at Xiao Jingrui, whose eyes were burning above her. Her voice was as light as a mosquito: "Jingrui..."
This call completely shattered Xiao Jingrui's last remaining sanity.
His kiss moved from her lips to Yun Ruoxi's earlobes and neck, leaving burning marks wherever he went.
Yun Ruoxi panted lightly, her hands unconsciously grabbing Xiao Jingrui's clothes, sometimes resisting, sometimes responding.
Xiao Jingrui's palms moved slowly, and the silk pajamas gradually slipped off under his movements.
Yun Ruoxi buried her face in Xiao Jingrui's neck in shame, not daring to look at him, but was drawn by the strange feeling in her body and responded to him unconsciously.
Outside the window, a breeze blows, causing the gauze curtains to sway gently. Inside the house, love surges, interweaving into a beautiful picture.
The two figures overlapped, from day to night...
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