Chapter 81 Mature Mulberries “In this position, you have to hug my neck…
At first, Sang Fu didn't understand the profound meaning of Zhuang Mowen's words.
She was really a little tired and dozed off during the high-speed train ride. When she got home, Sang Fu held Chuyi in her arms and sat on the sofa to replenish her health, then went upstairs to take a bath.
Whenever she feels tired, she takes a hot bath.
The advantage is that it is very comfortable and can effectively relieve fatigue. The disadvantage is that it is too comfortable and it is easy to fall asleep if you have a weak willpower.
When the bathroom door was knocked, the water had already reached Sangfu's chin. She woke up instantly. The cool water rippled and splashed on her face. Sangfu quickly sat up, making a series of splashing sounds.
She wiped her face, her eyelashes were wet with water, some of which got into her eyes and made them sting. Sang Fu raised her hand to the edge of the bathtub and turned her head to look at the door. There was a tall figure vaguely visible behind the door.
Perhaps having heard the noise inside, the figure outside the door paused, and the rapid knocking stopped. Zhuang Mowen's low voice came in, reminding her: "You've been in there for almost an hour."
After she went to the bathroom, he went straight into the study without thinking too much. However, when everything was done, Zhuang Mowen came back and found that she had not come out yet.
Sanfu got up from the bathtub and reached out to take off the towel.
She stood barefoot on the tiles, wiping her body, and replied apologetically to the people outside: "I was a little sleepy, so I accidentally fell asleep."
"Don't do this next time. It's very dangerous." He was about to find tools to remove the lock when his knocks didn't respond. Zhuang Mowen continued, "The water's cold, right? Hurry and get dressed and come out."
Sanfu responded, "Okay."
Fortunately, it is already May and the temperature has become stable and mild, but it is still a little cold when the skin comes into contact with the air.
Sangfu turned around to get her clothes for changing, but when she turned her head she noticed the pajamas and underwear she had put there after she entered the room. She didn't know when they fell to the ground because she didn't put them down steadily.
There were inevitably water stains on the ground. When Sang Fu bent down to pick them up, she saw that each piece had wet marks to varying degrees.
Obviously, they can't be worn anymore.
…
Zhuang Mowen waited for a while with his back to the door.
He wanted to wait for her to come out, but then he thought about how long she had been soaking in the warm and cold water, and was afraid that she would feel unwell and catch a cold, so he decided to get her a cup of hot water.
As a result, as soon as Fang took a step forward, the door opened with a click.
So fast?
Zhuang Mowen looked over, and the next second, his eyes were fixed on her.
His throat tightened: "...Where are the clothes?"
Sanfu was standing at the door. When she heard his words, she calmly looked down at the towel wrapped around her chest and explained, "It's wet. I have to find a set of dry pajamas to wear."
Her skin was rosy, her shoulders round, and still clung to a few drops of water that hadn't been wiped off. Her hair was tied up high, not carefully, and the black strands were damp with moisture, clinging to her snow-white neck and forehead in strands.
Although Sangfu's daily life is not stressful, she has been following the rules since she was a child, so she is very strict and has high requirements for every aspect.
For example, even if her hair is down, it must be combed very neatly. But tonight, it is rare to see some casualness and laziness in her.
Like cats, they always keep a wary distance before they are familiar with something. Other animals can only watch from afar and can never get close to them. But once they let down their guard, they can turn over and reveal their softest belly.
Now Sanfu is like a cat that has let down its guard, exuding naturalness, relaxation, and charm.
Zhuang Mowen's gaze moved from her neck to her dark eyes. He paused for a few seconds and asked, "Why didn't you ask me to send you off?"
Sanfu hesitated and said apologetically, "I forgot. I'm sorry."
And she was used to solving problems on her own and never thought in his direction at all.
Zhuang Mowen: "..."
He sighed, "Sangfu."
Sangfu was thinking about which pajamas to wear, and she responded instinctively with a nasal tone.
"You'll have to get used to bothering me in the future," Zhuang Mowen said.
It's fine if she doesn't think of him for such a small matter, but what if something big happens? Will she just bear it all by herself?
The image in her mind faded, and Sanfu came back to her senses. After realizing what he was saying, her heart softened and she nodded gently: "Okay, I will."
He stood in front of her, blocking the way to the cloakroom.
Seeing that he didn't continue talking, Sang Fu said, "Then I'll go change my clothes first," and walked away.
Zhuang Mowen didn't move, but when she walked to his side, he casually held her wrist and said, "Don't worry, I'll get it later."
"Wait a minute?" Sanfu asked doubtfully, "Is there anything else going on now?"
Less than half a step away, he turned around and looked at her with his dark eyes, his gentle gaze filled with countless desires.
Zhuang Mowen hummed, leaned over and lifted her chin. His voice was a little low: "I want to kiss you."
After saying that, he kissed the lips he had been staring at for a long time.
Sangfu's lips were wet and a little cold, obviously because of the cold water in the tank.
The skin of her wrists was cool too.
"Is it a bit cold?"
He pulled away a little and asked her, his hot breath falling on her lips.
Sang Fu pulled back some of her thoughts that were drifting away from the kiss. She pursed her slightly numb lips and said, "Hmm."
"You'll catch a cold." Zhuang Mowen stroked the back of her neck and pecked her lips lightly as he spoke.
His voice was soft and gentle, with a seductive power that made it sound like there was almost no reason to refuse. "Let's take a hot shower before going to bed, ok?"
…
Sang Fu was baffled. She had no idea where Zhuang Mowen had come up with this trick.
He had clearly never left her sight and had never left the bathroom.
The color of the packaging is also different from the one I bought at the convenience store last time.
The only moment when she was in a daze was when he carried her into the bathroom and kissed her until she felt dizzy. At that time, Sangfu seemed to hear a sound somewhere in the kiss, like the sound of a cabinet door opening and closing.
“When did you buy it?”
"Yesterday," Zhuang Mowen replied, "the last supply is almost gone."
It's almost used up. It's a pack of ten, so there should be at least half left.
Sangfu didn't say these words.
Zhuang Mowen put on the suit, bent down to pick up the bath towel scattered on the ground, folded it and put it aside, then turned around and held her legs.
Sang Fu was caught off guard and let out a low cry of surprise, purely out of fright.
Afraid of falling, she frantically hugged his other arm. Zhuang Mowen lowered his head and could see nothing but her back. He was a little amused: "It's inconvenient for me to do this."
"But I can't stand." She held on tightly.
Sang Fu didn't dare to move. She had no athletic ability and her ability to keep steady was just average. If she fell down at this moment, she was afraid that she would remember it for the rest of her life and have a psychological trauma.
"I'll hold you tight, nothing will happen." Zhuang Mowen said, "You let go first."
Sang Fu trusted him very much after all, and her fear only came from herself, but when Zhuang Mowen said he would hold her tightly, she did not doubt it at all.
The warm water dripped onto his body. The bathroom light was brighter than ever before, and everything was clear, even the water droplets on his throbbing muscles.
Her heels rose and fell, but she could never find solid ground.
This was the first time they tried standing, and because he was much taller than her, this was not as harmonious as the previous times.
The previous times he had left some leeway, she would have felt better, but this time, it was almost all, she didn't dare to step on it at all.
The temperature in the bathroom gradually rose. Sangfu didn't feel cold even with her back against the wall. She couldn't tell whether it was water or sweat on her body. She just felt like she had nowhere to escape because of the wall and him.
"You look a little tired." Zhuang Mowen lifted her other leg and lifted her into the air without much effort. "Is this better?"
She was always silent at such times, but that didn't mean she wouldn't speak. She would answer when he asked, but her reaction was a little slow.
The delayed one is the controllable reaction, the immediate one is the real one.
For example, before she could answer him, Zhuang Mowen's back was grabbed hard.
For example, the moment he picked her up, she couldn't help but gasp.
He held her up and kissed the tip of her red ear. Zhuang Mowen didn't dwell on the question and whispered in her ear, "In this position, you have to hug my neck."
Her hands groped upwards and obediently hugged his neck. Zhuang Mowen said again: "Raise your head, baby, I want to kiss you."
Sanfu raised her head.
He leaned down and kissed her flushed cheek, then moved to her slightly swollen lips, sucking them with a "tsk tsk" sound. In the bathroom, the sound of water and kissing mixed together, without a single moment of silence.
"Next time you take a bath, don't lock the door. Otherwise, what if..." He thought of what happened that night, paused, and emphasized: "If something happens, I will be very anxious if I can't open the door."
Sang Fu replied tremblingly: "Okay."
She didn't know why he had the time to chat. After a while, Zhuang Mowen asked her again, "Which pajamas do you want to wear later?"
After three hits, her voice was heard: "It's all okay."
Zhuang Mowen thought for a moment and said, "Then what about the one you usually wear, the bunny one? It just happened to be dried this morning, so I put it in the closet."
Sanfu touched his shoulder and said, "Yeah, sure."
"Shall I help you put it on?"
She answered slowly, but she thought carefully about every question.
“…No need, I can do it myself.”
"No need?" Zhuang Mowen kissed her brow and asked again.
"Well, no need..."
In the past, although she was tired after each session, she still had enough energy to get dressed.
Wearing a coat would have been fine, but even though she had been frank with him, Sanfu still felt uncomfortable putting it on from scratch, and it felt like a different kind of shame.
"All right."
He agreed readily and without any pressure.
The height difference was slightly shortened after Zhuang Mowen picked her up, but her body shape was still there. He could kiss her face and ears, but he could reach them by lowering his head, but he could hardly reach them if he went any lower.
He glanced at her flushed neck, and with a little force in his palm, he lifted Sangfu up.
Sang Fu shuddered, and a white light seemed to flash in her head. She was shaking, but subconsciously hugged him.
She begged: "No..."
Zhuang Mowen lowered his head.
The moment the distance between them shortened, the man's low panting sound reached her ears clearly. It turned out that he was not as calm and relaxed as she had imagined.
His hot breath touched her, and he seemed to smile gently.
Zhuang Mowen turned his face to the side, put his lips on the wildly beating pulse on the side of her neck, and kissed her as if as a reward.
"You already did it, baby."
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The author has something to say: For this chapter, Mommy is a little bit beautiful.
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