Chapter 73

[And his chest muscles are so big, everywhere is so big! ]

[Wuwuwuwu (≧0≦)] 99+

[I'd rather not open my eyes, it's simply unbearable to watch~]

Song Yin's face was almost as red as blood. If thoughts could be visualized, the volcano on his skull would probably start to erupt.

I didn't expect Song Yin to be such a wife.

Mu Qingliu naturally hoped that his wife could appreciate his body more. If his wife was not satisfied with his body, it would be the most embarrassing moment for a man.

But...

his wife is too naive.

Mu Qingliu suddenly covered Song Yin's red eyes with his big hands, fearing that his wife would be driven crazy by his stunning beauty.

She said calmly, "I was just joking with you before. It's just that one leg has a problem. I'll take a shower by myself."

In order to relieve his wife's psychological burden, she gently sucked on Song Yin's earlobe and said stickyly, "Go to the other bedroom to take a shower, and then wait for me in bed." She

reminded him again, "You must wait for me, and don't fall asleep first."

Before, whether Mu Qingliu was hugging or kissing, in Song Yin's mind, he was always a two-dimensional image. Although real, it was not three-dimensional enough. What does the most powerful villain in the book look like? The degree of brain filling of the little vegetable is just like that of a movie star.

Now!!

Mu Qingliu stood in front of him vividly, and even showed his charming charm all the time.

Song Yin almost burned up after being kissed by him. He was pitiful. Someone carried him when he couldn't walk before. Now his legs were softer than the mermaid princess who just turned into a human. Song Yin

nodded, took a shower mechanically with right-right-left-left steps, blew his hair dry, and lay on the bed stiff as a mummy, using two quilts to wrap himself tightly as a shroud.

Mu Qingliu took a slow shower, mainly because tonight was of great significance, so he took care of every detail of Hun's body very delicately, and used mouthwash five times.

After he was ready and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, he thought there was no better male king in the world than him, and then he opened the bathroom door.

There was a loud rumbling sound.

Because the bathroom door was opened inwards, countless onomatopoeic bubbles of complaints such as [嘤嘤嘤][I'm afraid of pain][dirty, dirty, dirty][It's scary even when he's wearing swimming trunks to take a shower!!] were squeezed out like a dam, rushing towards the unprepared Mu Da Lao.

Fortunately, Mu Da Lao had practiced before, so even though one leg was bruised, there were still some parts that could be used.

But Mu Qingliu had never seen such a large number of complaints, and the most important thing was that his wife was still producing new ones with her wild thoughts.

Like a surging river, it continued .

Mu Qingliu had no choice but to dig and dig in the big bedroom, digging and digging non-stop.

It was an hour later that he finally climbed onto his bed and touched his lovely and self-abased wife.

Mu Qingliu really wanted to say, Wife, you can’t keep making up your mind. I’m not a beast. You just recovered from a serious illness. How could I do that to you?

Mu Qingliu first tried his best to remove the first layer of his wife’s quilt.

Song Yin pretended to be asleep and said, "I’m so sleepy, Mu Qingliu, don’t do anything stupid."

[Oh, help me, my first line of defense is useless and was easily breached! ]

Mu Qingliu smiled and said, "But I just took a shower and it’s so cold. My right leg is not very convenient. Wife, you escaped on the top floor by yourself, and now you still want to ignore me?"

Song Yin immediately spread out a corner of the quilt, "Then come in quickly."

The most important thing is that if the villain catches a cold, he is afraid of being retaliated.

Mu Qingliu hugged Song Yin's slender waist tightly, and his straight nose kept rubbing between his wife's shoulders and neck.

The distance from the bathroom to the bed was only about ten meters, but he was almost cold from making so many fussing bubbles. He hugged Song Yin and said, "My wife is my little stove, so hot."

Song Yin was also surprised that he was as cold as a piece of ice. He hooked Mu Qingliu's instep with his two hot feet, stepped on it and said, "Does your right leg still hurt?"

Mu Qingliu was even happier. He hugged his wife's back and buried his whole face in the center of the soft butterfly bone.

"I will hug you tonight, really, don't run around anymore." As if to appease his wife's sensitive and inferior heart, Mu Qingliu was really honest.

Even though his original idea was that they would complete the wedding ceremony as soon as his wife recovered.

Mu Qingliu held his small stove and continued to absorb the comfortable temperature from the hot center.

Seeing that he was indeed honest, Song Yin gradually felt relieved for a few minutes, his eyelids drooped slowly, twisted the discomfort in his waist, and said in a daze, "Then don't always poke my waist with your fists."