After washing his hands, Rong Zhaonan took off his black tight-fitting short-sleeved T-shirt and said casually, "I've finished my business. I'll take Xiang Laosan in and then come back."
Ning Yuan took the towel that had fallen from her forehead and wiped her face: "Have you had dinner? If not, I'll ask the hotel kitchen to cook for you. Chef Liu, who specializes in Sichuan cuisine, is on duty tonight."
The Jinjiang Hotel now has chefs on duty in the kitchen at night, but the meals available for foreign guests are relatively limited.
The Sichuan chef is best at making braised pork intestine noodles, which she loves even though she can't eat spicy food.
Rong Zhaonan used to enjoy eating here when he came before.
Ning Yuan was about to grab a bath towel when she said that.
Rong Zhaonan unbuckled his steel belt and neatly pulled it off along with his camouflage pants: "It's late at night, don't bother me, I've already eaten."
Ning Yuan looked at his broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, and pert buttocks, all exposed so nakedly, without any attempt to conceal them, like an old married couple.
She pursed her lips, then blushed uncomfortably and looked away, murmuring, "Mmm..."
Rong Zhaonan pretended not to notice her discomfort, took off his clothes, and turned on the shower.
Warm water flowed down his slightly long hair, and he impatiently swept his long bangs back behind his head.
He closed his eyes, letting the hot water wash over his face. Water droplets flowed down his high, narrow nose, sliding down his broad chest and narrow waist with its clearly defined eight-pack abs.
Ning Yuan lowered her eyes, avoiding looking to prevent herself from overthinking, and simply picked up her milk and drank it slowly.
Isn't this going a little too smoothly?
If Rong Zhaonan got Xiang Laosan arrested so quickly, what about Xiang Laoda...?
Did he find any trace of the person? If she asks, will he get angry?
Listening to the rustling water, Ning Yuan felt a little annoyed. She had originally wanted to take a rose spa bath to calm her mind, but it seemed that wouldn't be an option.
She finished her milk in one gulp, put it on the table, and then, with a splash, tried to straighten up from the water to reach for a towel.
"Take your time washing up. You must be tired after a long day. I'll go and get you a new set of pillows and bedding."
But the next moment, a hand suddenly pressed down on her shoulder and pushed her back into the bathtub.
Ning Yuan was taken aback, then looked up at him: "What's wrong?"
Rong Zhaonan looked down at her and pointed to his bangs: "My hair is too long. I haven't had time to cut it. It looks terrible. Can you fix it for me?"
The man's face had a sharp, refined profile, and his broad shoulders and narrow waist gave him a muscular upper body. Under the light, his skin was so white it was almost blinding.
Ning Yuan choked, then looked down and saw her own body.
She instinctively used a wet towel to cover the bright red and snow-white undulations floating in the water.
However, Rong Zhaonan seemed oblivious to the vibrant scenery, simply wiping his face with a towel.
Ning Yuan hesitated for a moment: "But my haircutting skills aren't very good."
"It's okay. Didn't you shear my hair every month when we were in the cowshed?"
Rong Zhaonan casually pulled a pair of folding Zhang Xiaoquan scissors from his keychain.
Ning Yuan looked at the scissors in her hand and could only reluctantly say, "Then you sit on the edge of the bathtub, let's get dressed, so you don't catch a cold."
She didn't know where to look.
Just consider it her being dramatic; she really isn't used to looking at men's bodies, even her own husband's.
Even in her past life, at an advanced age, she still couldn't get used to Li Yan's body.
Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a puzzled expression: "You just finished washing and putting on clean clothes, and then you got your hair all messy again? Why did I even bother taking off my dirty clothes to shower?"
Ning Yuan: "..."
Rong Zhaonan turned his back and said indifferently, "Alright, we're husband and wife, there's no need for so many formalities, let's cut it like this."
But he casually grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist: "After cutting, just rinse the hair clippings with the showerhead and it'll be clean. In a little while, I'll only need to clean the hair clippings from the drain. If they get on my clothes, it'll take a long time to clean them off."
Ning Yuan: "...Okay."
If she insists any further, she'll just be inexplicably being pretentious.
She used to be the one who asked him to take off his vest and get a haircut.
This kind of everyday attitude between adults, like an old married couple, left Ning Yuan with mixed feelings.
It was as if... they had always been like this, never had any conflicts, and there was nothing between Ye Qiu and the Xiang family.
Ning Yuan regained her composure, wrapped a towel around herself, took scissors to trim his hair, and said gently—
"Your hair always grows long easily, so go to the hair salon to get it cut when you have time. You know my skills are so-so, and it would look terrible if I accidentally cut it like that the first time I did it."
In fact, his features were delicate, and the scar on his forehead made him look sharp. His hair was a bit long, but it accentuated a strange roguishness and nobility.
Rong Zhaonan said indifferently, "You know I don't care about this. Let the dog chew it if it wants."
Ning Yuan smiled, bent down slightly, and trimmed the hair behind his ear: "That's true, you've always been careless about details."
Rong Zhaonan looked at her slender, fair, and smooth shoulders, which were half-pressed in front of his nose, and asked calmly—
"How's your studying going these past few days? Are you confident you won't have to repeat a grade?"
Ning Yuan turned slightly to the side, looking at the hair at the back of his head, trying to trim it neatly and precisely—
"Well... I'd say passing wouldn't be a problem, but I don't remember many of the economic theories and models..."
Unlike a naturally gifted contestant like Rong Zhaonan, she was never actually a genius.
She had to rely on others to guide her, teach her, and learn through trial and error and hard work to memorize many things.
The soft, rhythmic sound of scissors cutting hair and the casual chatter echoed in the bathroom.
It's very hot, so no one will catch a cold.
The scent of roses and the faint fragrance of soap mingled in the bathtub, filling the bathroom with the steam.
The faucet dripped and dripped, and water dripped onto the floor.
It's as if they've always been like this, from the cowshed in the countryside to the bathroom of the Jinjiang Hotel now.
Twenty minutes later, she gently patted her shoulder: "Look up, let me see if your hair is neat."
Rong Zhaonan closed his eyes, lazily tilted his head back, and casually asked, "Is it alright?"
Ning Yuan was quite satisfied: "Yes, that's fine."
She saw his beautiful Adam's apple, its sexy protrusion making his collarbone appear long and slender.
She lowered her eyes, turned around, grabbed the showerhead, and turned on the hot water: "Rinse your hair, don't move."
The warm water washed away the stray hairs, and she reached out to gently rub away the stray hairs stuck behind his ears.
Suddenly, I felt the softness in my heart being covered by a warm palm.
He said casually, "You've gained weight; you've been eating well."
His palm seemed to hold her heart, and Ning Yuan trembled slightly.
Then, she turned to the side as she got up to rinse his hair: "My mom makes soup every day, it's hard not to drink it."
But the next moment, he took her slender hand, which was holding the shower head, in his palm and gently pulled it.
She sat in his lap, warm water spraying over them both.
His body in the water was sexy and muscular.
The man's hair and body were soaking wet.
He looked down at her, his dark eyelashes glistening with moisture, like raven feathers soaked in water, and his voice was low and husky: "Wife, don't be angry."
Ning Yuan was silent for a moment: "I'm not angry."
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