There are three bedrooms on the third floor. Qingshan lives in the largest one, and Luo Wenyuan chose the bedroom opposite Qingshan.
Luo Wenyuan had been busy since escorting Seriek back to the capital, and only officially stopped this morning when he asked for leave from Old Bai. Luo Wenyuan had originally planned to spend the New Year with Luo Zhentian before returning to Hong Kong Island to visit Qingshan, but after returning home for lunch, the old man had Xiao Wang book him a flight to Hong Kong Island and told him to hurry and catch up with his wife.
Luo Wenyuan was at a loss for words, knowing that Luo Zhentian was afraid that he and Qingshan would break up just after they confirmed their relationship, and that there would be some changes in their relationship. That's why he was so anxious to get rid of him, not even caring about the New Year's Eve dinner. Luo Wenyuan was also happy to chase his wife thousands of miles away, and arrived in Hong Kong Island overnight. However, he was a little tired after the long journey, so he decided to take a shower and rest.
Luo Wenyuan came out of the bathroom with a large bath towel wrapped around his waist and a towel on his head, rubbing and wiping his hair with his hands.
The Qilin Special Forces had no strict dress code requirements for their members, as long as they didn't dress too differently. Luo Wenyuan had been transferred by Lao Bai to a local unit for a period of partial convalescence, and as a leader, he had to set an example, so he shaved his head. Now his hair had returned to its normal length.
Luo Wenyuan took off the towel on his head, threw it on the chair, and was about to go to bed, but when he looked up, he saw a person lying on the bed, looking him up and down with a smile!
Holy shit——!
Luo Wenyuan shuddered with fear and quickly reached out to tightly cover the towel around his waist, fearing that it would fall off if it was not tied tightly. He wondered in his heart: Did I go to the wrong room? No... right?
"Qing, Qingshan, why are you here?"
Qingshan was secretly delighted to see Luo Wenyuan so embarrassed that he didn't know where to put his hands. He looked up and down at his golden-proportioned body, focusing on his exposed upper body, and kept admiring it.
"Today is New Year's Day. I don't want to sleep alone. Please accompany me--!"
Qingshan was wearing a round-necked, fine cotton, long-sleeved pajamas. She was lying on the big bed, one hand supporting her chin, her two slender legs raised and swaying in the air, looking at Luo Wenyuan happily.
Except for her face, neck, hands and feet, there was no exposed part of her body. However, in Luo Wenyuan's eyes, every frown and smile of Qingshan was indescribably charming.
Luo Wenyuan's gaze was as hot as substance, following the perfect line of Qingshan's back, sliding down to the sunken waist, and slowly climbing up to the plump peach-like... No, Luo Wenyuan closed his eyes fiercely, took a deep breath, and used his utmost willpower to tear his gaze away from Qingshan, and said with a stern face:
"Stop it! Go back to your own room!"
Qingshan felt amused, but pretended to be hurt on his face, his eyelashes fluttering and a look of grievance in his eyes.
"Ah~~~ No, my room is too cold!"
As soon as Luo Wenyuan saw her expression, he knew he was in trouble again today. Even though he knew that this little bastard was deliberately trying to torture him, he had to agree! What else could he do?
"Wait a minute!"
Luo Wenyuan glared at Qingshan with a stern look, then grabbed a set of clothes and went into the bathroom. When he came out, his trousers were straight and he was wearing a shirt buttoned to the top of the collar. He walked over to the bed with a sullen look on his face.
"Wen Yuan, are you going out? Hahahaha! You're not going to sleep dressed like this, are you?"
Qingshan was so happy that her legs were thrashing on the bed. Luo Wenyuan was dressed so cautiously, was he afraid that she would force herself on him?
Luo Wenyuan wished he could grab Qingshan and give him a good spanking, his eyelids twitching with anger.
"Why do you care what I wear?! Stop talking so much and go to sleep!"
Luo Wenyuan turned off the lights in a bad mood and went to bed. He pulled the quilt over Qingshan tightly and lay outside the quilt, an arm's length away from her.
The beloved was so close, looking ready for the taking. Luo Wenyuan was a normal man full of passion, how could he not be moved? Luo Wenyuan had already reacted, so he didn't dare to get too close to her. Firstly, he was afraid that Qingshan would see him and embarrass him; secondly, he was afraid that he would really lose control and offend the beauty again.
Luo Wenyuan closed his eyes, clenched his fists tightly, and silently recited the "Meditation Mantra", planning to wait for Qingshan to fall asleep and then go to the sofa to spend the night.
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