Chapter 41 Her future husband has a great figure
After dinner, Shen Zhaoyue took a comfortable hot bath.
The staff quarters are hot and stuffy in June, and taking a shower will make you feel much more comfortable.
When she came out, wiping her wet hair, her cheeks were still flushed from the heat, like a ripe peach.
"Uncle, I'm done washing, you can go wash now." She tilted her head to wipe the ends of her hair and said casually to Wen Yanxi.
The movement of raising her hand inadvertently lifted the hem of her nightgown, revealing a section of her calf as white as jade, which shone with a pearly luster under the dim light.
"..." Wen Yanxi looked up when he heard that, and his eyes happened to fall on that pair of slender legs.
Her hair was very long, and even though she had just wiped it for a long time, there were still drops of water dripping from the ends of her hair. Some of the water droplets even fell on her calves, then slid down her slender ankles, leaving a few dark marks on the wooden floor.
His Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and he suddenly felt that this summer night was even hotter and more unbearable than the scorching sun on the training ground.
"Yeah." He responded softly, and stood up a little faster than usual, causing the fabric of his military pants to make a slight sound from friction.
"Uncle, you didn't mention hot water!" Shen Zhaoyue suddenly called him.
There were no water heaters in that era, and the hot water for bathing was slowly heated using the remaining fire in the stove after cooking.
"I don't need it." Wen Yanxi didn't look back, fearing that seeing those legs again would make this summer night even more unbearable.
His voice was huskier than usual, and his figure, with his back to her, looked particularly tall in the light.
"?" Chen Zhaoyue blinked, her long eyelashes casting a shadow under her eyes: "You always wash with cold water?"
"I'm used to it." Wen Yanxi answered without turning his head, and walked into the bathroom in two steps.
After the bathroom door was closed, the sound of water splashing was soon heard.
"Tsk tsk," Chen Zhaoyue curled her lips and muttered softly, "Soldiers just have good health..."
Chen Zhaoyue pays great attention to health preservation and insists on taking a bath with warm water even in the hottest weather.
In her opinion, cold showers can easily chill the body, which can lead to rheumatism in older age! Furthermore, women's bodies are naturally colder, and if they aren't properly protected, it can severely damage their functions.
Her mother told her this since she was a child, saying that girls must pay attention to keeping warm.
But my uncle is a hot-blooded man with too much yang energy. Plus, he trains in the army every day. If he takes a hot shower, he will probably be extremely hot, right?
Chen Zhaoyue shrugged and continued to wipe his hair, not noticing that the sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped for a moment.
Through the door, Wen Yanxi was washing his hot body with cold water. The water droplets rolled down his strong back muscles, but it could not extinguish the inexplicable heat in his heart.
Normally a fight would be over in two minutes, but Wen Yanxi took a long bath today.
He didn't turn off the faucet until his skin felt cold, and then he let out a long breath.
When he came out after washing, Chen Zhaoyue was already curled up on the sofa outside reading a medical book.
Hearing the noise, she looked up.
The man was only wearing a white vest, and his wet black hair was still dripping with water.
The water droplets slid down the sharp jawline, rolled over the protruding Adam's apple, and finally sank deep into the collar.
The thin fabric was soaked in water vapor and became translucent. It clung to the broad shoulders and back, outlining the distinct muscle contours.
Chen Zhaoyue's eyes unconsciously followed the line:
From the taut biceps to the faintly visible abdominal muscles, to the mermaid line tightened at the waist...
She suddenly felt her throat dry and swallowed unconsciously.
She found a really good future husband!
"..." Wen Yanxi paused slightly in the action of wiping his hair. That burning gaze seemed to be real, making it difficult for him to ignore it.
He looked up and saw that Chen Zhaoyue not only did not show any embarrassment of being caught, but was waving at him with sparkling eyes.
"Uncle!" Her clear voice was particularly clear in the quiet living room, "Come here."
A hint of surprise flashed in Wen Yanxi's eyes.
If an ordinary girl was caught peeping, she would probably shy away, but the man in front of her was too frank.
Chen Zhaoyue is different from ordinary girls!
Wen Yanxi walked up to her and said in a low voice, "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
"Don't be anxious, come, I'll take your pulse." Chen Zhaoyue patted the seat next to him and motioned him to sit down.
Wen Yanxi raised his eyebrows slightly, but still sat down as he was told.
The sofa was not very spacious, and the distance between them suddenly shortened. He could smell the fragrance on her body after taking a shower, a very special smell.
"Hand." Shen Zhaoyue said.
Wen Yanxi cooperated and stretched out his hand.
It feels like the little girl is training a dog.
But it doesn't matter.
Chen Zhaoyue's slender fingers gently rested on his wrist.
Under the light, her porcelain-white fingertips contrasted sharply with his sun-tanned wheat-colored skin, like fine mutton-fat jade falling on ancient bronze.
When the slightly cool fingertips touched the beating pulse, Wen Yanxi's arm muscles unconsciously tensed and the blue veins bulged slightly.
"Relax," she whispered, her drooping eyelashes casting a shadow under her eyes.
When concentrating, Chen Zhaoyue seemed like a different person. His brows were slightly furrowed, and even his breathing became slow and gentle. His whole body exuded the calm temperament of a doctor.
Wen Yanxi turned his head to look, his attention, which was usually focused, was a little distracted at this moment.
"Uncle." After a moment, she released his hand, and when she looked up, her eyes still lingered with professional sharpness. "You have a good physique, but long-term high-intensity training has left some hidden injuries on your body."
What Wen Yanxi said before, that he had an old injury and could not have offspring, was indeed true.
A confident smile appeared on the corner of Chen Zhaoyue's lips.
The inability to have offspring is indeed difficult to treat, but the hidden disease in his body can be slowly cured.
"Wait for me." Chen Zhaoyue seemed to have thought of something, suddenly jumped up from the sofa, and ran into the room barefoot.
The snow-white feet stepped on the wooden floor, making a light "tapping" sound.
There were no televisions in those days, and it was extremely boring to spend the evenings except reading.
Instead of sitting there counting stars, it would be better to treat Wen Yanxi's illness and regulate his body to pass the time.
Wen Yanxi looked at her bare feet and his brows immediately twisted into a knot.
He bent down to pick up the slippers she had kicked to the side of the sofa and followed her.
"Wait." He blocked the doorway and handed the shoes to her, his voice firm and unyielding. "Put on your shoes."
"?" Chen Zhaoyue was just about to close the door and enter the space to get the silver needle, but he didn't expect Wen Yanxi to catch up with him and was startled.
After she saw clearly what Wen Yanxi was holding, she said, "Oh, it's okay. It's hot today, not cold..."
Before she finished speaking, the man squatted down and held her slender ankle with one hand.
"The ground is cold." He put on her shoes with swift movements. When his fingertips accidentally brushed across her instep, both of them shuddered slightly as if they were burned.
Chen Zhaoyue looked down at the officer who was feared by the enemy on the battlefield. He was now kneeling on one knee to put on his shoes, and suddenly felt his cheeks getting hot.
Don’t say it, Wen Yanxi looks aloof and unapproachable, but in fact some small details are still very touching.
For example, he was used to taking cold showers every day, but when he saw her barefoot, he chased after her with slippers in hand.
"I..." Chen Zhaoyue retracted her foot in panic, her slender ankle slipping from his palm like a frightened fish, "I can put it on myself."
Wen Yanxi put his shoes on. When he withdrew his hand, the touch of her smooth skin seemed to linger on his palm. He stood up suddenly as if he was burned. His Adam's apple rolled and his voice was slightly hoarse: "I'll wait for you outside."
Not until his back disappeared outside the door frame did Shen Zhaoyue let out a long breath and covered her burning cheeks with her hands.
The skin beneath my palm was incredibly hot, and my heartbeat was so loud it seemed to burst through my chest, "Boom, boom, boom!", each beating harder than the last...
My uncle has done something wrong!
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