It was getting late, and Butler Wu completed his task and took Su Ci upstairs to rest.
"Madam, this is the bedroom that the young master has arranged for you. Please take a look and see if there is anything that needs improvement. If you are missing anything, please feel free to contact me."
Su Ci looked around. Bo Qian'an's taste was impeccable. The placement of the items was both beautiful and convenient, which showed that he had put a lot of thought into it.
"Uncle Wu, doesn't Bo Qi'an live here?"
Butler Wu nodded again, his face smothered with guilt, and said, "Young Master has a lot of real estate under his name, and he rarely lives here. You can rest assured."
Don't worry at all.
The young master has a special liking for this villa and has been living here since he returned to China. He was worried that his sudden move here would scare the young lady, so he specifically instructed him not to tell the truth.
Su Ci smiled with her lips curved: "Okay, I understand, Uncle Wu, you should go and rest too."
As the door closed before his eyes, Butler Wu breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the young mistress was simple and kind. In comparison, his young master was really a born bad guy.
Little did he know that Su Ci had noticed it, but she just didn't say anything because she wanted to see what the man was going to do.
After all, what kind of villa is not occupied? There are several pairs of men's leather shoes on the shoe rack, an electric shaver on the bathroom sink, and pajamas and underwear hanging in the closet.
The first night living with my wife.
Unexpectedly, Bo Qianan suffered from insomnia.
Worried that his wife would get used to the bed, quilt, and pillow, or that she would have difficulty acclimatizing to the local climate or be allergic to the air... Out of a series of concerns, Bo Qian installed a pinhole camera in his bedroom.
He was in the second bedroom separated by a wall, beside the dimly lit sofa, his narrow, hawk-like eyes fixed on the blue-glowing screen.
He saw his wife take a set of pajamas and rush into the bathroom. Then the bathroom door was closed, and the frosted glass was reflected by the warm light, casting an ambiguous silhouette.
There was no time to put a camera in the bathroom.
What should I do if my wife drowns in the bathtub? What should I do if my wife falls on a slippery floor? What should I do if my wife can't find the toiletries she wants?
Thoughts popped up one after another, and Bo Qian'an could hardly suppress the urge to knock on the door next door and ask to help his wife wash up personally.
But in the end, he just narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips and said nothing, praying that nothing happened to his wife.
After all, his identity is not glorious.
Soon, Su Ci finished her shower and changed into pajamas. The hot steam had washed away her fair skin, which was as clear as a jade bracelet, and was stained with a few clouds. It was pink in the snow, which was breathtaking.
She herself is Nuwa's most outstanding masterpiece.
Bo Qian'an's cold and self-possessed look disappeared, his eyes were filled with dark colors, and his breathing became subtle, for fear that the noise would be too loud and wake up the beauty in the painting.
Only after the girl lay down on the bed and turned off the lights did he dare to stretch out his right hand and gently stroke the screen with his fingertips, even though the screen was already dim and he couldn't see her features clearly.
Su Ci turned over and raised her hand to turn on the bedside lamp. A faint warm light emanated, illuminating her eyes like glass marbles, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.
"good evening."
Bo Qian'an, who was behind the screen, felt as if he was hit by an invisible arrow. He subconsciously said "good night" in a low and magnetic voice, only to find that his wife could not hear him.
It's more than just not being able to hear!
She was basically saying goodnight to the sleep light!
It’s just that the pinhole camera happens to be on the sleeping lamp!
Bo Qianan never thought that he would be jealous of a lamp.
Jealous and crazy.
He forced himself to calm down. Thanks to the small sleep-aiding lamp, the girl's face became clear again. She was lying on her side, so he could easily see her entire face, even the slightest movement of her nostrils...
At ten o'clock in the evening, Bo Qian'an concluded through observation that his wife must be sleeping soundly.
Then, it's his turn to perform.
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