Chapter 201 Husband 38
This was the first time the two had moved out of the hotel since the building collapsed. The hotel was filthy and messy. Although the standard room had a bathroom, the showerhead was covered in a layer of dark grime. Even if she was filthy, Wen Hui refused to use the hotel water to wash.
So when Chen Lang stuck close to her from behind, hugging her with an absolutely supportive posture and showed no signs of letting go for a long time, Wen Hui struggled, fearing that he would get too close and smell the uncleaned smell. In fact, in the monster's nostrils, Wen Hui represented sweetness, temptation, a rich floral scent, and eternal obsession.
Wen Hui left Chen Lang's embrace, raised her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, lowered her brows, and said, "...I need to clean up."
After saying that, she went to the balcony to find a broom. She started cleaning the master bedroom with it, occasionally surveying the room, a look of genuine satisfaction slowly filling her eyes.
After finally getting the documents processed and moving into the new home, Wen Hui felt full of energy and couldn't wait to clean up the new house.
The size of the house is incomparable to the one I lived in before. It is a two-bedroom apartment with an area of less than 100 square meters. But the moment I stood in the new home, I felt a sense of satisfaction and security.
——This is her home.
Instead of being a "nanny" who lives in her ex-husband's house in the name of a wife and is not respected or trusted even if she tries her best to maintain the family and be filial to the elderly.
"Meihui, let me do it."
Chen Lang walked to her side, took the broom, bent his tall and strong body, and passed by her side with his breath aggressively. She smelled a mixture of jasmine and masculinity in her nose. Unlike the soft and almost imperceptible scent of a woman, the man's scent was hard, like a solid wall, pressing down on her heavily.
Wen Hui's gaze fell on the man's back. When she was afraid that he was a monster, her actions were full of deliberate flattery and faint pleading for mercy. Now that she realized that the monster was a real man staying by her side, the warnings and flattery that had been engraved in her heart disappeared.
What remains is the involuntary shyness.
Chen Lang came to her with a brand new look.
Wen Hui seemed to have tasted the youthful shyness she felt when she first met Zheng Song. Without thinking, she pulled Chen Lang's sleeve and said, "You take a rest. I'll clean up."
Chen Lang suddenly stopped and looked back at her.
Apart from Zheng Song's appearance, the man's pupils showed an innocent roundness, and the slightly drooping corners of his eyes brought out a pure and gentle feeling, as if he was a large beast lazily lying on the ground, with the warm sunlight shining on the well-fed beast, leaving only a slightly silly joy. He looked at Wen Hui intently, his eyes filled with strong love and ingratiating dependence.
He approached, his tone nervous and helpless, "Hui Hui, what do you take me for?"
"……Um?"
"Hui Hui." He pursed his lips, revealing the same expression he had when he looked at Wen Hui's ID. The straight corners of his lips betrayed a sense of grievance, and the flesh on the soles of his feet squirmed slightly, entangled with his own wilted flesh. He only dared to lightly touch the surface of Wen Hui's shoes. He tentatively took Wen Hui's hand, then slowly grasped it completely, holding it tightly, afraid that she would pull away. "Hui Hui! We are husband and wife. You admitted this yourself, and you can't deny it... What do you mean by pushing me away now? I am Chen Lang, and I have ID. You personally took me to the police station to apply for it... You are responsible for me!"
What are you talking about?
Wen Hui only realized it later, and felt indescribable shyness when facing Chen Lang. The intimacy and flattery they had before all disappeared the moment the monster's identity was confirmed, and when Chen Lang appeared in front of her with a completely new look, she felt overwhelmed, nervous and shy.
"It's not what you think." Wen Hui bit her lip as she caught a glimpse of the monster's aggressive and aggrieved look. "Forget it! If you want to clean, I'll leave it to you. I need to take a shower. You... after you clean the bedroom, don't forget to clean the other rooms."
Leaving Chen Lang behind, Wen Hui took out her newly bought change of clothes and went to the bathroom. After rinsing herself clean, she dried her hair and left the bathroom. What appeared before her was scarlet flesh spread across the ground, squirming and filling every space within reach.
“…What are you doing?”
Chen Lang wore rubber gloves with his cuffs rolled up to his elbows. The smooth lines of his arms outlined the attractive curves of his muscles. He wiped the wooden dining table with a rag until it was shiny. He walked barefoot on the ground, and with his feet as the center, blood and flesh emanated from all around, as if it was wrapped in a red quagmire.
Seeing Wen Hui coming out, the flesh and blood that was clinging to the ceiling came in front of her in a fawning manner, presenting the dusty surface of the flesh and blood to Wen Hui. At the same time, Chen Lang's gentle voice rang out, "Hui Hui, this will make cleaning much faster. Look, I have cleaned up all the dirt on the floor, and the ceiling is also clean! If you don't like seeing me behave like this, then I won't do it again..."
Having said that, he did not take back his flesh and blood. Instead, his eyes were shining and he looked at her expectantly.
The ball of flesh and blood in front of Wen Hui deliberately shook the dirty parts in front of her, eager to make his wife realize their use.
Wen Hui was stunned. After experiencing so many terrifying scenes, her mental preparation had been perfected. "I'm used to it. I don't need to hide my body anymore. I can just do whatever is comfortable for me... And you did a great job."
Chen Lang immediately smiled brightly after receiving the praise. He glanced at Wen Hui, took a rag to the bathroom, washed the rag and put it away first, then cleaned himself as quickly as possible, and applied the same shower gel as Wen Hui all over his body, as if he was entangled by Wen Hui.
After leaving the bathroom, he walked behind Wen Hui who was preparing lunch in the kitchen and called her softly, "Hui Hui."
"You didn't eat today. Are you going to have lunch with me or by yourself..."
Chen Lang stood beside Wen Hui for a moment, put his arms around her waist, and hung on her like a koala.
He was a strong man with a bent back, pressing down on Wen Hui's back like a heavy mountain. Although he tried to control his strength, he still pushed Wen Hui towards the sink. Wen Hui's cheeks flushed, and she glared at him with a hint of anger.
Didn't tell him to let go.
Chen Lang said, "With Huihui."
Wen Hui opened two rolls of noodles and put them in the pot. "There's only noodles. If you're not full, you can figure it out yourself."
After buying the house, money became tight, and we couldn't afford steak or a lot of meat. Fortunately, Wen Hui had a small appetite. The monster could hunt for food on its own, and we could improve the family's food when she found a job.
Wen Hui was thinking about her future plans when Chen Lang suddenly came over and pressed his lips against her cheek.
“Meihui.”
Crimson flesh uncontrollably spread across the small kitchen, climbing up her calves and entwining around her thighs. Wen Hui's back stiffened as the monster's inhuman aura surged over her. Then, as Chen Lang muttered a faint "Hui Hui," she relaxed, forcing a shy, helpless smile.
"What's wrong?"
Chen Lang clingingly rubbed her cheek, kissing her face softly with his lips like petals, and said in a vague voice: "Hui Hui, I cleaned the house, and you didn't praise me!"
Wen Hui thought for a moment and said, "You did a great job."
Chen Lang was silent for a moment, then he demanded, "Hui Hui, kiss me—"
He drew out the tone, and the calm man suddenly revealed a coquettish expression as if asking for candy. His thick and powerful chest supported her back, and his arms were around her waist. She was completely trapped in the man's arms. The steam from the pot made Wen Hui's cheeks red. In her hazy vision, Wen Hui seemed to be able to sense the monster's expectant and nervous face at this moment.
The man's charming voice lingered in her ears like a demonic sound: "Hui Hui, kiss me."
“…Alright, alright.”
Wen Hui turned off the fire for some unknown reason, then tilted her head and leaned forward. At the same time, the hands that were locked at her waist pinched her waist and turned her over so that they were facing each other.
She knew turning off the fire was a wise move. Ever since the building collapsed, or even since the monster's identity was discovered, the two of them had rarely shown affection. Even when they did, Wen Hui's gestures were more often flattering and tinged with fear.
The monster couldn't hide his joy when he got his wife's response, and his dark red eyes sparkled like gems.
He probed into her lips unsatisfiedly, and under the attraction of the sweet breath, tasted her mouth, cavity, wet, hot tongue lingering between her teeth and slightly undulating palate with tenderness, and finally bit her tongue and shyly and patiently kissed her.
The narrow kitchen space was instantly enveloped by scarlet flesh and blood. The warm breath emanating from the flesh and blood and the steam rising from the pot intertwined to create a warm and ambiguous feeling.
“Meihui, Meihui…”
The monster's voice, which was filled with love, easily dragged Wen Hui into the vortex of desire. Wen Hui tilted her head back, and the man's warm breath sprayed on her ears. Her consciousness had long been dispelled, her eyes were a little weak, and she looked at the man who was also a little dazed with a hazy vision.
Wen Hui was stunned by the lack of oxygen, and was confused and embarrassed by the man's aggressive and possessive kiss.
Chen Lang savored his wife's response, and the immense joy that surged through his heart temporarily left him in the clouds. He couldn't help but let out a series of pleading words, "Hui Hui... I want more."
The only thing left in Wen Hui's mind was the word "comfortable".
Her legs were sore and weak, and she fell to the ground, entangled in scarlet flesh and blood, supporting her soft body. The hands covering her waist pressed her against the broad chest. Her consciousness was groggy, and she was deprived of oxygen infinitely. Her tongue was painful, and her mouth and cavity were filled with strange tastes that did not belong to her and sticky, unfamiliar saliva.
Wen Hui completely lost consciousness in the monster's coquettish voice. When she came to her senses, she found herself in Chen Lang's arms. The man looked at her with satisfaction and picked up some noodles and put them into her mouth.
"Hui Hui has no strength left, let me feed you!" Chen Lang leaned over to her ear, kissed it gently, and coaxed her to open her mouth: "Ah——"
Wen Hui had never been treated like this before, and her first reaction was to refuse. She lowered her head and wanted to leave Chen Lang's arms. When she stood up, her legs lost strength and she fell back down, and the redness immediately spread from her face to her neck.
The thin dough is covered with a layer of eye-catching red.
Chen Lang repeated, "Hui Hui, your legs are weak, and your arms are limp." He showed a look of pity, "You are so fragile, Hui Hui, you need to eat enough, ah——"
The tone of coaxing a child gave Wen Hui a strange feeling, like her heart was soaking in warm water, warm and swollen. This feeling was not unpleasant, and she even felt a little addicted. She snuggled into Chen Lang's arms and gently pounded his chest, "Don't look at me..." When Chen Lang looked away, she opened her mouth, took the chopsticks, and bit off the noodles. Chen Lang picked up the broken noodles and put them into his mouth.
His gaze returned to his wife in his arms.
In a place where she couldn't notice with her eyes lowered in shyness, her scarlet eyes revealed some of the aggressive madness and dominance of a wild beast staring at its prey.
No matter how gentle and considerate he appears in front of Wen Hui, the fact that he is a monster cannot be avoided.
After Chen Lang had swallowed all the noodle soup, he hugged Wen Hui, who was gradually regaining her strength, and was reluctant to let go.
He leaned close to her ear and confessed over and over again: "Hui Hui, Hui Hui..."
"Love me forever."
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