Chapter 38

Song Yin always needs Mu Qingliu's help when he takes a bath. If anyone asks him now, who knows his body better?

I'm afraid that Mu is ranked second, and no one dares to rank first.

At first, Song Yin still felt very ashamed and refused to obey and said a lot of no words.

Later, he figured it out.

He can't even see his current appearance. His limbs and bones are completely not in the category of normal people.

There is actually no essential difference from a dead fish.

As long as he imagines that Mu washes himself every day, it will be as painless as washing a dead fish in the pool, and there will be no burden at all!

Song Yin was clearly numb in his heart. Mu Qingliu had already washed the little vegetable from head to toe with ease, and cleaned it up, including the indescribable parts.

For example, pry open some hidden gaps, pull apart some thin layer of skin, and use fingers to pick out any eyes.

Song Yin numbly chanted: [I am just a fish, a fish on the chopping board, swimming freely in the air you give me. ]

Mu Qingliu chuckled and said nothing, the sleeves of his shirt between his wrists were folded at his elbows with equal width, and his arms were completely immersed in the water filled with bubble bath.

A layer of fine foam was piled on the top of the little vegetable's head, allowing the other party to flexibly operate it and move up and down.

Song Yin finally said embarrassedly, "Thank you, I feel that I have washed it very clean."

[If you wash it again, you will rub your skin, buddy! 】

Mu Qingliu said, "Usually, you would soak for ten minutes and still say it was comfortable and wanted to soak for a while longer. Why did you not stay for ten minutes today?"

Mu Qingliu asked, "Is there something urgent to do?"

【Huh? 】

【Is there anything urgent to do except eating, drinking and sleeping all day? 】

The main reason is that the body of the little vegetable was not as sensitive as it is now. If Mu Qingliu continued to wash, I am afraid that a hairline would be exposed.

Mu Qingliu could not help but be curious. After wiping Song Yin's body, the warm wind dried his soft hair.

He took out the lace underwear specially given by his wife.

Mu Qingliu has always been used to dressing porcelain dolls in various kinds of clothes. Those expensive fabrics, knitted lace, and brocade silks from all over the world are rarely worn out by his hands.

But now.

These two pieces of thin, slightly cheap-feeling fabrics were almost deformed by his fingertips, and he couldn't find a place to start.

Let's put on the underwear first.

Mu Qingliu thought about it again and again, and decided to start from the bottom up, and put the two white long legs of the little vegetable into a smooth straight shape. He pinched Song Yin's right ankle with his big hand and put it into the underwear as thin as a cicada wing.

[How strange,] Song Yin had a feeling of being different from the crowd spreading from the tip of his toes, which was not like this at all normally.

A feather-like friction sensation lingered at his ankle for a moment, and then pulled more slowly to his knee.

The little vegetative man seemed to hear Mu Qingliu's breathing pause for a moment, and a heavy and solid little ball swung back and forth in the crook of his leg, hitting his skin.

[Brother Mu, are you suddenly not going to dress me properly today? ]

Song Yin's nose was slightly itchy, but he couldn't sneeze, and the other party's slow movements aroused the little vegetative man's other perceptions.

[What little ball? Why do I feel like there is a long string of them, hitting my legs all the time, and they are cold? ]

Song Yin asked in a low voice, "Mu Qingliu, what did you put on me?"

Mu Qingliu slowly and admiringly stuffed his second leg in, causing a string of pearls to embed deeply into it.

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【What is this? Why is it so strange? It's pinching my butt. It hurts so much. Mu Qingliu, help me get it out! 】

He whispered for help, "I don't want to wear something weird."

【~~(﹁﹁)~~~】

In front of the little vegetative man's eyes that can't see at all, the so-called abstinence president is somewhat different.

Mu Qingliu's eyes slightly showed a thick, long dark color, as if the calm lake surface suddenly rolled up a whirlpool, enough to swallow everything.

His fingers greedily adjusted the angle of the underwear, so that every edge of the lace was perfectly attached to the skin of the little vegetative man.

Including the pearl chain, it was stuck in the middle and disappeared in the snow-white thighs.

Pure black and hazy, crystal clear.

He had never realized that his wife in black lace was the most beautiful of all the porcelain dolls he had dressed up in the past year.

No.

Mu Qingliu quickly corrected his misguided thoughts.

His wife is definitely not a doll.

His wife is more perfectly elastic than those fake limbs, and more charmingly soft than those cold skins. His

wife is the only one in the world who is irreplaceable.

Mu Qingliu picked up Song Yin.

Song Yin was so uncomfortable that he was about to cry, and whispered, "... Can you take it off?"

[It feels so weird, I have the illusion of one of the ten cruel tortures!!]

With every step Mu Qingliu took, the pearl seemed to be reborn from the clam shell, but it had to return to the flesh of the clam shell and hide.

Mu Qingliu kissed Song Yin's forehead. The scene in front of him was so exquisite that he violated his principle of celibacy for many years and hoped that his wife would wear this underwear every day and night. In

a light or strong voice, he said deeply, "My wife is very beautiful. I like the gift you gave me."

Mu Qingliu coaxed Song Yin to sleep. As if he couldn't hold such a charming person enough, he held the little vegetable in his arms and hugged her silently for a while.

His fingers slowly moved the pearls, one by one, until Song Yin whispered in his arms and complained about a little pink heart bubble.

These dreamlike bubbles hit Mu Qingliu's heart back and forth, making his copper wall and iron wall weaker and weaker, and finally as thin as a cicada's wings.

Think about it.

Mu Qingliu placed the sleeping little vegetative person in the middle of the comfortable bed, and put a soft pillow on Song Yin's waist to prevent him from feeling uncomfortable if he lay down too much.

Then he put on a bathrobe and took the elevator to the basement in the dim indoor light.

Mu Qingliu never had the habit of turning on all the lights when he entered this house.

At this moment, his fingers turned on all the lights, filling the airtight basement with dazzling light like daylight.

He probably hadn't had time to enter here for a month, so the air in the basement was slightly filled with an old and sealed breath.

Mu Qingliu walked over the table dedicated to live broadcasts and pushed open a hidden door with his hand.

The strong light and air accompanied him into the secret room in the basement.

Row after row of exquisite exhibits, all perfectly placed in dust-free glass covers.

Every porcelain doll was designed, fired and assembled by him personally, including every silk dress, lambskin shoe, and binding ribbon, all of which were sewn by him stitch by stitch. For

about a whole year, he placed his entire boring and tedious life among these unique and beautiful handicrafts in the world.

He once thought that he would not get bored so quickly.

But now, he has found a better existence.

His life seems to have a place that is more worthy of his energy, time, patience, perseverance, and various budding emotions.

He no longer needs these things at all.

Mu Qingliu took out a lighter from the drawer and nonchalantly lit a cigarette.

He took a few puffs calmly, then, holding the cigarette in his mouth, threw the lit lighter into the round-mouthed fish tank.

Then he took a porcelain doll from the display stand and threw it into the sparks.

The expensive fabrics, mini gems, and simulated hair on the porcelain doll gave off a pungent smell in an instant.

Mu Qingliu threw in the second and third ones expressionlessly.

...

No more, all of them are no longer needed.

The flames burning in front of Mu Qingliu's eyes continued to expand and flicker.

These things are completely incomparable to his wife.

Having a wife will be enough for him in the future.

......

Song Yin unconsciously reached out and tugged at his new black lace panties in his sleep, not realizing that each finger, as if breaking a spell, slowly moved towards the pearls and pulled the irritating existence out.

Probably after personally relieving himself of the discomfort, he slowly turned over, hugged the pillow that supported his waist, and fell asleep again.

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next day, Song Yin was sent to work, and he met four newly hired hourly workers. These four hourly workers were all men, and they seemed to be moving something. It sounded heavy, and their footsteps were also very heavy, grunting. They

also whispered to each other, "Hold the bag tightly, and don't let the dust and dirt the carpet."

Mu Qingliu hugged Song Yin and walked away from the group to the exits on both sides.

Song Yin was quite puzzled, "Have you hired a new servant at home?"

Mu Qingliu was unusually happy to use the term "at home" when speaking to him.

If he was not afraid that the string of pearl lace panties would affect his wife's work, he would really want to pinch Song Yin's butt.

"Have you trained your ears so well?"

Song Yin retorted, "My ears have always been sensitive."

He thought to himself: [You are really an old lady who crawls into the quilt and makes me laugh. ]

[We have lived in this mansion of yours for at least several months, right? In this house, in addition to the familiar nurses and doctors, there are people who are responsible for cleaning every day, and they are basically all women. ]

[The top chefs who cook in the back kitchen are basically men, but they will never take the initiative to come to the living area to find you. ]

[The gardeners and drivers in the garden usually don't come here to disturb. ]

[Except for the newly hired people, I really can't guess who else would dare to make noise within your activity area. ]

Whether it is the description in the original book or the life experience with Mu Qingliu.

Song Yin knows that Mr. Mu's control over private space has reached a perverted level.

He doesn't like noisy sounds in the house, including the cleaning process, which needs to be completed in the minimum quietness.

[I don't know what to say,] Song Yin continued to discuss passionately in his head, [Fortunately, I have always been a quiet and good child, otherwise Mr. Mu would not have tolerated me for so long. ]

Mu Qingliu watched him complain seriously while admiring the peach heart bubbles flying all over the sky.

It was like a romantic spring rain, the amount of water was not enough, but it was long and lasting.

In fact, my wife is not quiet at all.

But.

Mu Qingliu thought, maybe...

you are the only one I allow to pass through the hustle and bustle of the world.