In the bathroom, when Bo Qian took off his coat, a white and soft handkerchief fell out. It was the one his wife had used to wipe the lychee juice off his face.
As if possessed by some mysterious force, he pinched the handkerchief between his fingers and put his upright nose close to it to sniff.
First there was the faint scent of lychee juice, followed by the unique fragrance of my wife, a subtle and lingering taste that penetrated into my lungs.
How come my wife smells so good?
He had already been using the same shampoo and shower gel as his wife (female version), but he still couldn't replicate his wife's scent.
Bo Qian'an folded the palm-sized handkerchief, hoping that his wife would not notice that he had taken it away so that he could keep it for himself.
After changing into the outfit chosen by his wife, he first adjusted the details in front of the mirror, then turned around and admired it for a while before walking out with an elegant and mature aura.
He has a cool face and a brilliant temperament. The lazy-style suit makes him look noble and elegant. The metal chain on the vest adds a touch of gorgeousness, and the retro and casual styles complement each other.
Although she was already aware of men's good looks and good figures, Su Ci's eyes still flashed with surprise the moment Bo Qian'an stood in front of her.
And this stunning moment happened to be captured by Bo Qian'an.
He lowered his thick black eyelashes, and when he looked at Su Ci with his deep eyes, shimmering light appeared in his originally calm eyes: "Madam, are you satisfied with what you see?"
Su Ci supported one cheek, tilted her head slightly and commented -
"Very sexy, suits you."
Bo Qian'an almost lost his balance and fell flat on his face.
His voice trembled slightly. "...Ahem, there's something even sexier. Madam, would you like to see it? There's no one else at home, so don't be polite to me."
Afraid his wife would misunderstand him as having dirty thoughts, he added: "It's my duty as a husband and wife. Photos are not as good as the real thing after all."
Su Ci stared at his reddened ears and spoke hesitantly, "Then take off your jacket and let me see it. Are you wearing the matching cuffs?"
The man's voice was a little hesitant: "Yes, yes."
Su Ci suspected that if he tried the clothes again, they would become too cooked.
He was quite brave when he forced her to marry him.
She hasn't done anything bad to him yet.
"It's getting late. We have to go to work tomorrow. Go wash up and get some rest."
Su Ci thought for a moment, then stood up and hugged Bo Qi'an's stiff body, placing a gentle kiss on his ear: "Hubby, come on."
Although she hasn't seen the marriage certificate yet.
But it must exist, and he hid it.
For a legal couple, nothing is excessive, not to mention just hugging and kissing, even immediately fulfilling their marital obligations is not excessive.
Bo Qian'an's hands, which were about to unbutton his shirt, stopped.
His eyebrows were furrowed hard to form the Chinese character "川".
Have you lost your attraction to your wife so quickly?
Bo Qi'an gently hugged the girl back, his voice slightly choked with grievance: "Good night, Madam. I...I won't disturb your rest."
Su Ci: “……?”
Later she saw the man go into the bathroom to get some clothes. His face was cold, the corners of his lips were drooping, and his back looked particularly embarrassed as he walked away quickly.
"Bo Qian'an, where are you?"
The man's hurried steps paused, afraid of being seen. The expression on his face was uglier than crying. He didn't turn around, and his tense limbs seemed a little stiff.
"Go to the gym and work out. Burn some energy so you don't lose sleep."
Do you still want to exercise so late?
Su Ci didn't quite understand where men's body anxiety came from. Bo Qian'an was perfect as he was. A little less would make him too thin, and a little more would make him too strong.
She pursed her lips and raised a realistic question that would make any man lose his mind on the spot -
"Do you have enough energy to stay with me after your workout?"
Su Ci walked in front of Bo Qi'an, pulling the end of his tie to force the tall man to lower his head, and looked into his eyes with clear and soft eyes, the color of her eyes was hazy and misty.
"Bo Qi'an, on the first day of our marriage, you want to sleep in a separate bed from me?"
She locked the door behind her and said word by word, "I don't allow it."
The second night of living with my wife.
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