"You'll be living here from now on. If you need anything, you can ask the robot butler, Ai Tuan."
After finishing speaking, Senlang stood up.
Ningqing...
She pursed her lips, feeling inexplicably annoyed.
"For what reason do I live here?"
Senlang, who had already turned around, heard Ning Qing's question.
He glanced back and gave Ning Qing, who was soaking in a glass container, a cold look.
The voice that came out was devoid of any warmth.
"You are still too young to register for marriage."
Ning Qing looked up at him.
The two looked at each other, their gazes meeting and colliding in the air.
One was chillingly cold, the other unruly and defiant; the two were locked in a stalemate in the air.
In the end, it was Senlang who was the first to look away.
Ning Qing was not afraid of the aura emanating from him, which did not surprise him much.
After all, the other party's mental strength is more than 90% compatible with his own, so his own mental strength is naturally not bad either.
Senlang looked thoughtful and examined Ning Qing, who was soaking in the glass container, from head to toe once again.
He couldn't help but think: This is a good prospect. Once he grows up and develops legs, it wouldn't be a bad idea to send him to a military academy. Maybe he can serve the country in the future.
Ning Qing, who was soaking in the water at this moment, had no idea what his wife was thinking.
Otherwise, she would definitely... give him a good whack with her tail.
You're trying to fleece your own people!
Sen Lang spoke again, his face expressionless.
"You should get some rest."
He turned around and headed towards the bathroom in the room.
Ning Qing was soaking in the glass container, looking up towards the bathroom door.
I saw a tall, imposing figure faintly visible through the glass door. He was looking down, one hand fastening the button on his shirt.
One button after another, as more and more buttons were undone, the front of the shirt opened, revealing a well-developed chest.
The contours of those muscles were so smooth and perfect.
Ning Qing subconsciously licked her lips.
This wife is still as alluring as ever.
It's unclear whether Ning Qing's gaze is more penetrating or Sen Lang's perception is more acute.
He turned his head and spoke to Ning Qing outside the glass door.
"Don't peek, you're still young."
Ning Qing raised an eyebrow.
He spoke slowly.
"Where am I small? Have you ever seen me?"
Senlang's voice remained cold.
"Small".
Ningqing...
I want to give him a big kick, what should I do!
After taking a shower, Senlang grabbed a large towel from the side and wrapped it around his waist and below.
My mind immediately drifted to that gaze I'd just received.
He then silently reached out and pulled off the large white towel wrapped around his waist.
He changed into a bathrobe, covering himself completely before stepping out of the bathroom.
Ning Qing heard the sound of the doorknob turning and looked up to see his wife, who was completely covered up from head to toe.
He withdrew his gaze, somewhat losing interest.
Seeing her like this, Senlang's eyes flickered, and he became even more certain of his thoughts.
Ning Qingjiansen strode toward the only bed in the room.
She turned her gaze and spoke to his retreating figure.
"Young Marshal, I haven't taken a shower yet."
Upon hearing this, Senlang turned his head in surprise to look at Ning Qing, who was soaking in a glass container.
"Do you need to take a shower?"
Ning Qing nodded seriously, as if it were true.
"Of course, just as you humans need to take baths, we mermaids also need to clean our bodies."
Senlang focused his gaze on the water in the glass container.
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