Chapter 1855 Putting Down Your Legs
Perhaps feeling the silence in the bathroom was too agonizing, the young master cleared his throat and began to make small talk. "By the way, Ah Ying's fair skin, is it related to her habit of taking milk baths?"
Mu Ying also cleared her throat and said that it didn’t matter, because she had been fair since she was a child.
I like milk baths simply for psychological comfort. I always feel that my skin will become smooth after washing, and the milky fragrance will help me sleep better.
The young master laughed and said, "I smelled the scent of milk on you before, and I thought you got it on yourself from drinking milk."
"Master, have you smelled it?"
Mu Ying hasn't used milk recently, not since she married the young master.
As for before she married the young master, she had always kept her distance from him. When did the young master smell it?
He poured the milk on her arms and continued to massage her gently: "Usually, when you take a shower, if you are close to me, I can smell it."
"Do you like it?" Mu Ying asked with a smile.
"If I didn't like you, I wouldn't have you come to my study every night to talk about work..."
Following the young master's words, my thoughts went back to the time when I first moved into his house.
No wonder the young master always calls her to the study when she is about to go to bed after taking a bath!
At that time, she could never have imagined that the young master liked the smell of her body and that was why he was talking about work in such a serious manner.
At that time, she was still in unrequited love and felt that her presence was not strong around the young master.
At that time, the young master did not realize his love for her...
The young master placed his milk-soaked hand on her knees: "Put your legs down."
Mu Ying came back to her senses and met the young master's deep eyes. "As for the other positions... I can handle them myself..."
"Don't be shy, I won't touch you."
Mu Ying bit her lip, believed him for the moment, and stretched out her legs.
But as soon as the young master's hand rested on her inner thigh, she quickly bent her knees and said, "I'll do it myself."
She reached out to take the milk carton, but the young master raised his hand.
"I always finish what I start." The young master put his hand on her knee again, bewitching her, and whispered, "Be good, let me do it."
Under his half-commanding tone, Mu Ying obeyed obediently.
The young master's hand made Mu Ying's head start to buzz.
Later, the young master also got into the bathtub, and both of them were covered with milk.
The air in the bathroom seemed to become thinner, and the air was filled with a sweet milky scent.
After kissing each other for a while, the young master asked, "Aying, is this all right?"
Mu Ying's face was burning with anger. She pushed his shoulders away and said with a smile, "No, I need to go take a shower..."
But the young master followed her to the shower room, and what happened after that was no longer up to Aying.
How she bullied the young master just now, and the young master gave it all back to her...
The next morning.
Mu Ying was woken up by the cold.
When they went to bed last night, they were both so tired that they didn't even close the window.
The temperature was a little low in the early morning and the quilt was a little thin, so Mu Ying wanted to ask the young master for warmth.
I turned over, only to find the other side of the bed was empty.
Mu Ying sat up wrapped in the quilt and glanced at the bedside clock. It was already nine o'clock in the morning.
The young master has the habit of getting up early, so it is impossible for him to stay in bed with her until now.
But where did he go?
Mu Ying's stomach growled, and she decided to get out of bed to find something to eat and look for the self-disciplined young master.
Since my luggage was still in the hotel and my clothes from yesterday were dirty, I went to the cloakroom wrapped in a bed sheet to find something to wear.
Standing in the open space in the middle of the cloakroom and looking at the clothes in the closet, Mu Ying had a strange illusion, feeling as if she had broken into someone else's house.
The left side of the cloakroom contains men's clothing and the right side contains women's clothing.
The clothes on the left were the young master's, but the clothes on the right were not hers.
All the clothes in this cloakroom were bought by her a long time ago, but they were not bought for herself, but for Xiaojiu.
And every piece here was hung by her from front to back.
Thinking about her feelings at that time now, she still feels heartbroken. At that time, she felt sorry for the young master's infatuation that was not reciprocated, and she also felt sorry for her own infatuation that he did not understand.
Mu Ying silently walked to the side where the young master's clothes were hung, picked up a large shirt at random, took it down, and put it on.
When I got to the first floor, I saw the young master standing in the back garden and making a phone call.
Mu Ying opened the door and walked into the back garden.
The young master heard her voice, turned his head to look at her, frowned, said something to the person on the phone, hung up, and came to her.
"Why are you wearing so little?" the young master said, taking off his cardigan and wrapping it around her.
Mu Ying scratched her hair: "My clothes are all in the hotel."
"Aren't there a lot of clothes in the cloakroom?"
Mu Ying smiled awkwardly, "Really?"
The young master tapped her forehead and said, "Yesterday was too intense. Is your mind all foggy?"
Mu Ying's face flushed and she glared at him: "Master..."
"Didn't you get scattered? Did you forget about all the clothes in the cloakroom?"
The young master wanted to rub her head again, but Mu Ying dodged his hand and said, "I'm not that cold either."
"Your teeth are chattering, but you're not cold." The young master said as he picked her up and carried her upstairs.
She didn't object and just snuggled in the young master's arms.
When they got to the cloakroom upstairs, the young master put her in the open space in the middle.
She stood still, so the young master said, "Shall I help you pick one?"
Mu Ying shook her head: "No, I can't wear these clothes."
The young master frowned: "Why."
"It's not my size..." Mu Ying lowered her head.
As soon as the words came out, the air suddenly became quiet. She didn't look up, but she could feel the young master's gaze.
The young master stopped joking and stopped talking to her.
Maybe he thought she was being petty?
Afterwards, the young master walked to the wardrobe. Mu Ying looked at him carefully, with no expression on her face, and it seemed that he was not very happy.
The young master finally helped her choose a dress and stuffed it into her hands: "This skirt is one size fits all, so make do with it for now. After lunch, I'll take you clothes shopping."
The young master's voice was very calm, even a little cold.
Mu Ying felt a little annoyed, as it made her seem so narrow-minded...
Maybe she should just pretend not to care...
She pursed her lips and quickly looked into the young master's eyes.
His eyes were so deep that she felt uneasy. She quickly lowered her head and said, "I'm going to change my clothes. Master, please go out first."
He was silent for two seconds, said nothing, and walked out of the cloakroom.
Looking at the young master's back as he quietly left, Mu Ying took a deep breath. It was such a good morning, but it was ruined by herself.
Looking at the clothes in the closet again, I thought in annoyance, I bought them myself anyway, so what's wrong with treating them as my own wardrobe?
You said you wouldn't be so pretentious, but why couldn't you help yourself?
Now, both of them are very embarrassed.
Once you realize your mistake, you must correct it quickly.
She had made up her mind that after she got dressed, she would go find the young master. No matter whether he was cold or hot, she would throw herself into his arms and act coquettishly to him, saying that she had exercised too hard with the young master last night and her head was as dizzy as an egg yolk.
Thinking about how she had acted like a spoiled child to the young master, Mu Ying smoothed her erect hair.
But the atmosphere between them was tense, and there had to be an icebreaker, no matter how corny it was.
When Mu Ying changed her clothes and walked out of the cloakroom, she found the young master waiting outside the door.
As soon as she came out, the young master pulled her into his arms.
Mu Ying blinked. The imagined situation was reversed?
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