Yang Bin returned to the room and closed the door.
Song Ruan, who was sitting on the wedding bed, had fallen asleep. She lay on her side on the soft wedding quilt, her breathing rising and falling, her pretty little face with her red lips pouting innocently.
Song Ruan was bored waiting in the bridal chamber and fell asleep without realizing it.
In her sleep, she suddenly felt something warm touching her lips.
She stuck out her tongue and licked it, and found that the warmth penetrated into her, making it difficult for her to breathe.
She moaned and slowly opened her eyes, seeing Yang Bin's enlarged, firm facial features in front of her.
"Are you awake?" a low, hoarse voice came, "Let's kiss first."
As soon as he finished speaking, he covered her lips again without waiting for her to react.
He even pretended to press her down. Although he supported himself with one hand, Song Ruan could still clearly feel the weight of this man.
The strange and dangerous feeling made her panic.
"I, I haven't taken a shower yet." Song Ruan finally came up with an excuse to avoid his lips and tongue.
Yang Bin cleared his throat and said, "Okay, then go take a shower first."
He knew that Song Ruan loved cleanliness. No matter how cold the weather was, she would take a shower or wipe her body before going to bed almost every day.
Song Ruan was free, stood up as if escaping, then picked up her clothes and ran straight to the bathroom.
Yang Bin paused for a while, then stood up to help her get some water.
Song Ruan was soaking in the bathtub, her thoughts flying around. Sometimes she was looking forward to what was about to happen, and sometimes she was afraid when she thought of Lin Aoxue's words.
So she took this bath very slowly and carefully, and by the time she stood up, the water was cold.
Song Ruan put on her clothes and opened the door, and found Yang Bin sitting not far from the door. When he saw her open the door, he walked over with clothes in his hands.
"You won't be waiting outside?"
She took so long to wash.
"Yeah, I'll take a shower too."
Yang Bin said this and went in with the clothes and closed the door.
"No." Song Ruan stopped him, "You haven't even fetched water yet."
"No, I can just use your bath water to wash myself."
After Yang Bin finished speaking, he closed the door, leaving Song Ruan disheveled in the wind.
Yang Bin took a shower very quickly. Basically, he came back right after Song Ruan returned to the room.
Someone who got married seemed to have broken free from some shackles and became a different person compared to before. He hugged me as soon as he entered the door.
He was too direct, and Song Ruan subconsciously said, "My hair isn't dry yet, help me dry it first."
"Well, okay." Yang Bin said good-temperedly, "I will listen to my wife."
He emphasized the word "daughter-in-law" with particular emphasis, as if he particularly liked this new title.
"Wife, sit on the bed and I'll help you wipe it."
Song Ruan: “…”
Yang Bin often helps her dry her hair, so he is very skilled and will not hurt her scalp. He also controls the strength very well, which makes her feel very comfortable.
Song Ruan didn't sleep well last night and got up early in the morning, so in this comfortable state, she forgot about her previous nervousness and fell drowsy.
Seeing her dozing off carelessly, Yang Bin suddenly laughed in anger. The pair of big hands that were wiping her hair stopped and hugged her soft body from behind.
He leaned close to her ear and licked her earlobe domineeringly.
Song Ruan suddenly started awake and immediately became more sober. She turned her head back, her fair little face full of innocence.
"Yang Bin, I'm sleepy..."
Yang Bin raised his eyebrows imperceptibly: "Ruanruan, your hair is not dry yet, don't go to sleep yet."
Song Ruan: “…”
Song Ruan looked at the position of his hand speechlessly. Yang Bin laughed and took another dry towel to wipe her hair.
After Song Ruan woke up from her nap, she became more energetic, so she could clearly see the desire in Yang Bin's eyes.
The room was very quiet, with only the sound of fabric and hair rubbing against each other, but the ambiguous atmosphere gradually grew louder.
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