Seeing Chen Xiaoru's stunned look, Song Zhe's smile grew even brighter. He reached out and pinched her nose, saying lovingly, "What's wrong? Are you shy, Xiaoru?"
Chen Xiaoru came back to her senses. She snorted softly, slapped Song Zhe's hand away, and said calmly:
"You wish!"
There was a hint of coquettishness in her voice, but also an indescribable charm.
Chen Xiaoru reached out and gently stroked Song Zhe's face, then turned and walked towards the bathtub, her skirt swaying gently.
Song Zhe looked at her back and thought to himself: This bathtub is too small. I have to buy a bigger one so that I can take a bath with my wife.
Chen Xiaoru was soaking in warm water at the moment, closing her eyes and enjoying the rare quiet time, completely unaware of what Song Zhe was thinking.
Song Zhe left the room to shower, thinking he'd be going to the academy tomorrow, so he'd have to pamper his wife tonight. He finished quickly and returned to the room, where he saw Chen Xiaoru still in the tub, her graceful figure outlined in the mist. He tiptoed closer and wrapped his arms around her lithe waist.
"Oh, my husband, you scared me." Chen Xiaoru exclaimed, turned around abruptly, and put her hands on her chest, splashing water everywhere. She stared at Song Zhe with wide eyes and angrily, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised.
Song Zhe smiled, his eyes full of doting. He reached out and picked up the soapnut, and said gently, "My wife, let me help you wash it."
Chen Xiaoru nodded shyly and turned away. Song Zhe's hands gently roamed over her smooth skin, meticulously washing every inch of it.
"Husband," Chen Xiaoru said with her eyes closed, her voice as sweet as honey. Her body trembled slightly, not knowing whether it was because of the water temperature or Song Zhe's touch.
Song Zhe leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "Xiaoru, do you like it?" His breath brushed against Chen Xiaoru's ear, causing her to shudder.
The two of them played in the tub, splashing around until the water cooled down, and then they reluctantly got up.
Song Zhe took a dry cloth and gently wiped Chen Xiaoru's body. His eyes were focused, as if he was admiring a rare treasure. Chen Xiaoru blushed and her heart beat faster under his gaze.
Suddenly, Chen Xiaoru stood on tiptoe, put her arms around Song Zhe's neck, and took the initiative to give him a kiss. Song Zhe was stunned at first, but then he reacted, put his arms around her slender waist, and deepened the kiss.
When their lips parted, both of them were panting, their eyes full of love.
"Xiao Ru, it's time for us to go to bed." Song Zhe's voice was low and hoarse, full of lust.
"Yeah." Chen Xiaoru replied softly, her voice as soft as a coquettish cat.
Song Zhe picked up Chen Xiaoru like a princess and gently placed her on the bed. He then got on the bed and pulled the quilt over them both.
The nightlife begins.
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