Chapter 11 Washing my wife's clothes
Yu Zhiwan took a shower first, and then asked Xie Jingmo to take a shower.
She sat on the edge of the bed and picked up a book from the table next to her. Her eyes fell on the book, but she didn't read a single word for a long time.
She looked up in the direction of the bathroom and listened to the sound of water dripping from inside. She couldn't help but frown. When she was taking a shower just now, Xie Jingmo was sitting outside. Could he hear it so clearly?
Soon, the sound of water stopped.
The man came out of the bathroom, holding a white towel in his bony hands and wiping his hair casually.
Yu Zhiwan looked up and her eyelids twitched suddenly.
The pajamas he wore...
The one she's wearing is a couple's pair...
Xie Jingmo had said before that this was prepared by Uncle Fu on his own initiative, a couple's pair of one large and one small.
This was the first time Yu Zhiwan wore couple outfits with someone.
After staring at it curiously for a few seconds, I suddenly realized that the dark gray silk pajamas on Xie Jingmo were a little too revealing of his figure.
The pajamas themselves were loose, but as he brushed his hair, the silk fabric naturally clung to his body, outlining his sexy and firm abdominal muscles.
Because he raised his hands, the clothes on the sides of his waist were pulled up, revealing a strong and slender waistline, which looked very explosive.
Looks very capable...
It's simply... both bewitching and lustful, as if seducing...
Yu Zhiwan's eyelashes trembled in panic, and he quickly looked away, lowering his head to continue reading.
She studied fashion design, so naturally she has a certain understanding of human body structure.
I couldn't help but think about it.
His abdominal muscles and waistline are so perfect.
I just don't know what it feels like to touch...
Xie Jingmo glanced at her while wiping her hair, and saw that she lowered her head to read a book and no longer looked at him. He calmly put away the towel and stopped wiping.
His hair was almost dry, so he turned and went back to the bathroom.
Yu Zhiwan absentmindedly read a book for a while, and suddenly remembered that she had taken a shower first. In order not to delay Xie Jingmo's shower, she put the clothes she took off in the clothes basket and had not washed them yet.
Yu Zhiwan stood up, walked into the bathroom, and saw Xie Jingmo standing in front of the washbasin with his tall and long legs.
The faucet was running and he was washing clothes.
The lace fabric turned over and over between the man's bony fingers.
Yu Zhiwan saw clearly what he was washing, and her earlobes felt hot: "What are you doing?!"
Why is he washing her underwear?
Perhaps because her reaction was too great, the man stopped and turned to look at her, his expression rarely showing a trace of confusion, as if he had been scolded by his wife: "What's wrong?"
Yu Zhiwan was stunned and asked, "What are you doing?"
He said calmly, "Doing laundry."
Yu Zhiwan: “…”
Yu Zhiwan took a deep breath: "You...why are you washing my clothes?"
Xie Jingmo lowered his eyes to look at the small piece of white cloth in his hand, and understood why she reacted so strongly just now.
Looking at the girl's earlobes stained with shyness, he raised his eyebrows very slightly and spoke in a slow and steady voice.
“That’s what my parents did.”
"My mother's clothes were all washed by my father."
Yu Zhiwan blinked. His parents seemed very loving?
No, that's not the point right now.
Yu Zhiwan rushed over in a flash, her snow-white cheeks flushed pink, and her watery eyes were misted with shyness as she looked at him wetly.
"We don't have to do this! You don't have to wash me, I can do it myself!"
After saying that, she snatched her panties back from Xie Jingmo's hand.
Although they have registered their marriage, they are not in a serious relationship.
He washed her underwear by hand.
That's... too shameful!
Xie Jingmo was pushed away by her, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, the tip of his tongue touched the side of his face, and he looked at her deeply.
Yu Zhiwan has no time to pay attention to him now.
Because she found that her bra had been washed and hung up by Xie Jingmo, and her underwear had been half washed by him.
My earlobe felt hot again.
Quickly wash the remaining half.
After washing, she turned around and saw Xie Jingmo still beside her. The tall man was leaning against the wall, looking at her indifferently with his eyelashes drooping.
There was still some white foam from washing clothes on his slender, cold white fingers.
Yu Zhiwan inevitably recalled how he had just rubbed and washed her panties.
Her pupils trembled violently, and she grabbed his hands and put them under the faucet.
"Why are you standing there? Wash your hands!"
Yu Zhiwan grabbed the man's hand and carefully rubbed and washed it all over, from the gaps between his fingers to the back of his hand, as if to destroy the traces of the body, and rinsed off all the foam.
Xie Jingmo was stunned.
Feeling the girl's soft and boneless hands moving between his fingers, as if their fingers were interlocked, the corners of his lips slowly curled up, and he stood there obediently letting her wash him, with a smile at the end of his voice.
"Thank you, ma'am, for washing my hands."
"And you wash it so carefully."
He looked at the girl's delicate and fair profile, his eyes falling on her blushed earlobe.
"Don't worry, Madam. When I washed your underwear just now, I washed it very carefully and thoroughly, scrubbing every part."
When Yu Zhiwan heard this, he staggered and almost fell.
She was almost forgetting about it!
Yu Zhiwan's cheeks flushed. She took a deep breath and looked up at him.
"Xie Jingmo, I'm not complaining that you didn't wash it clean enough, I just feel... too embarrassed."
"It's embarrassing."
The man was silent for two seconds, then said lazily, "Oh, I see."
Yu Zhiwan: “?”
He knows?
What does he know?
Until she lay in bed, Yu Zhiwan couldn't help thinking that he would probably never take the initiative to wash her underwear again.
There was a rustling sound beside him. It was Xie Jingmo who lifted the quilt and lay down.
Yu Zhiwan's body suddenly tensed up.
The woody fragrance from the man drifted towards her, clean and pleasant, but it seemed to wrap around her, forcing her to be infected by his scent.
Yu Zhiwan closed her eyes, but could still feel a dark and hot gaze falling on her, and her fingers curled up unconsciously.
However, the man only said "good night" slowly and turned off the desk lamp on his side.
No out-of-bounds actions.
Yu Zhiwan's slightly tense body relaxed.
This was the first time she slept in the same bed with a grown man.
I thought I would not be used to it and would not be able to sleep.
Maybe it was because too many things happened today, or maybe it was because the man beside her made her feel at ease, she lay there in a daze for a while and fell asleep.
In the darkness, the man opened his eyes and tilted his head to look at the girl beside him who was breathing lightly.
He sighed almost inaudibly, reached out and gently held her in his arms.
He gently rubbed his forehead against the crook of her neck.
However, the next second, he lowered his head and took a look at his lower body.
His brows furrowed in annoyance.
He loosened his grip on the girl slightly.
My lower body was a little further away from her...
…
The next morning.
Yu Zhiwan slept well all night, but when she woke up, she found no one beside her. Xie Jingmo got up so early?
She yawned, got up and washed up.
I happened to run into Xie Jingmo coming out of the bathroom. His hair was a little wet, as if he had just taken a shower.
"Good morning, ma'am."
The man curled up the corners of his lips, and his deep and magnetic voice was a little hoarse, even more sexy and seductive than usual, sounding very lustful.
Yu Zhiwan was still a little sleepy, and drowsily replied, "Good morning."
As soon as I entered the bathroom, my mind instantly became clear.
This icy cold steam blowing in my face...
He actually took a cold shower early in the morning?
I don’t feel cold at all, I’m in really good shape.
Yu Zhiwan walked to the washbasin while sighing, and saw the set of couple's toiletries. Her eyes twitched slightly, and she picked up her own cup to brush her teeth and wash up.
During this process, Xie Jingmo leaned lazily against the door frame, with his arms folded across his chest, looking at her.
After Yu Zhiwan finished washing up, he walked over and held her hand.
Yu Zhiwan was stunned for a second, and the next second she felt a slightly cool metallic touch on her ring finger.
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