The water in the bathtub has been filled, with rose petals floating on the water, which is both romantic and ambiguous.
Meng Mingxuan was in a dilemma.
Her memory of that time was vague, she was totally unconscious, there was nothing to be embarrassed about.
But now, she is awake enough to run 3,000 meters.
"Do you need help, Princess Rose?" Yan Mojiu glanced at Meng Mingxuan's fingers that were tightly pinching her sides and asked her with a chuckle.
What Rose Princess? What a strange name.
Meng Mingxuan secretly complained in her heart.
She did a lot of psychological preparation, but still quietly requested him: "Would you please turn around?"
"You are my wife now, you can give me orders directly." Yan Mojiu raised his hand to unbutton his shirt, then turned around with his back to her.
Meng Mingxuan didn't answer. She took off her clothes as quickly as possible and buried herself under the rose petals in the bathtub.
There was a sound of splashing water coming from Yan Mojiu's side, and she couldn't help but look over there.
The lean and sexy muscle lines come into view instantly, and the hazy mist makes his figure extremely visually impactful.
"Don't peek at your husband."
“…”
Meng Mingxuan immediately turned her gaze back.
Does he have eyes on his back?
Yan Mojiu quickly came over with a bath towel around him, squatted beside the bathtub and looked at her, "You are distracted even when taking a bath, what are you thinking about? Huh?"
"I'm not thinking about anything." Meng Mingxuan involuntarily shrank underwater.
Yan Mojiu stretched out his hand, squeezed some bubbles, and gently rubbed her hair. "When we were little, I washed your hair for the first time. Do you remember?"
Meng Mingxuan recalled and couldn't help laughing: "Remember, the little boy next door stuck bubble gum on his hair."
She didn't want to cut her hair, so he patiently washed it for her, slowly washing away the bubble gum bit by bit, and finally saved her hair.
Later, he gave the little boy a head full of crystal mud.
The little boy shaved his head.
Talking about her childhood, Meng Mingxuan's mood calmed down a lot, and she and Yan Mojiu started chatting happily.
She gradually relaxed until Yan Mojiu drained the water from the bathtub, allowing her to appear in his sight without hiding. Only then did she remain silent and gently hug herself with both hands.
Yan Mojiu didn't say anything else and took the shower head to clean the foam for her.
When Meng Mingxuan was wrapped in a bath towel and carried out of the bathroom to blow dry her hair, her whole body had become a cooked shrimp.
After all the procedures before going to bed were completed, she was covered with silk pajamas by him and leaned against the window to look at the night view outside.
In fact, there was nothing to see, just a few street lamps and a few stars, but Meng Mingxuan still felt a sense of happiness of a peaceful life in his arms.
This was what she desired most and also what she lacked the most in the past three years.
"Mingxuan, do you know what a husband and wife should do?" Yan Mojiu lowered his head and kissed her neck lightly.
Meng Mingxuan's breathing was a little unstable, "I know."
Yan Mojiu pulled her pajamas down and kissed her shoulders.
"I remember that I never taught Mingxuan."
“This kind of thing doesn’t need to be taught.”
Yan Mojiu paused, stretched out his hand and slowly turned her around, "Then you teach me."
Meng Mingxuan was stunned.
"No." Yan Mojiu placed her hand on his chest and slid her hand slowly, his eyes dark and deep, "You seem to want to sleep all the time."
“…”
She is not.
She wanted to sleep with him before because she felt insecure.
Of course, it wasn't that she didn't want to sleep with him now, she was just a little nervous.
"Why don't you know how to do it?" Meng Mingxuan was a little confused. He gave her the impression that he was very good at it.
“Because I’ve never done it.”
"You've never done it before, how can I teach you?"
Before Yan Mojiu could say anything, Meng Mingxuan's face suddenly changed slightly. Could it be that he suspected that she had been with Yin Ting before...
"I haven't done it." She looked at him steadily, a little aggrieved, "I've never kissed anyone, let alone done it with anyone."
Yan Mojiu picked her up, turned around and put her on the bed.
He squatted beside her legs and pinched her cheek, "I thought my sister just taught me."
So that's what he meant.
The grievance in Meng Mingxuan's heart disappeared, and she gently grasped his wrist bone, "Sister, how could you say such things? That's so presumptuous."
At most, her sister was afraid that she would be wronged and didn't know how to take precautions, so she gave her those two things.
"You also buy 깊, which one do you want to use?"
Meng Mingxuan's cheeks were slightly hot, "Aren't they all the same?"
"no the same."
"What's the difference?"
"Even if she's my sister, she's still another woman." Yan Mojiu gently pinched her chin, "You want your husband to use birth control tools prepared by another woman?"
“…”
Meng Mingxuan really didn't think about it that way, and her sister certainly didn't either, but Yan Mojiu happened to pay more attention to details than any of them.
"Then use what you bought."
She really couldn't accept what he said.
Yan Mojiu adjusted the lights and finally put Meng Mingxuan in the quilt.
He lowered his head and kissed her lips, his voice hoarse, "Can I use this light?"
Meng Mingxuan felt a little ashamed, "It could be dimmed a little more, or turned off."
"I want to look at you."
“…”
His tone was full of emotion, and Meng Mingxuan thought she couldn't refuse at all.
She said she would spoil him.
Because of her acquiescence, Yan Mojiu stopped adjusting the lights and slowly opened the gift he had been waiting for for many years.
When he came closer, Meng Mingxuan bit her lip slightly and said, "I heard it would be a little painful."
"Who told you that?"
"My sister said that she guessed that the reason why you suddenly got the marriage certificate was because of this."
Yan Mojiu paused as he bit her earlobe. "This is only a small part of the reason."
"I know." He wanted her because he liked her.
Otherwise, with his conditions, there are many women willing to have a romantic relationship with him.
Yan Mojiu raised his palm and brought the softest flesh to her lips, "Bite here later."
"Why did you bite your hand?"
"You will make it hurt you back."
Meng Mingxuan's heart softened like a ball of cotton.
He really loves her.
Yan Mojiu gave a low warning.
Meng Mingxuan's delicate eyebrows twisted instantly.
But she didn't bite his hand after all. It was the red eyes filled with tears that made Yan Mojiu feel extremely distressed.
"Why don't you bite?" Yan Mojiu moved his hand from between her teeth and looked at her trembling lips.
Meng Mingxuan was speechless and felt very uncomfortable.
Yan Mojiu didn't ask any more questions and bent down to kiss her.
His palm was filled with flowers all the way, and she was getting better and better.
When her brows finally relaxed, he looked at her and called softly, "Meng Mingxuan."
"Hmm?" Her voice was unusually soft.
"Meng Mingxuan."
She paused, opened her eyes and looked at him, "Where is you?"
"You are my 깊."
Meng Mingxuan wanted to say something but was suddenly choked. He leaned over and kissed her again, sweeping away all her sounds.
…
At one o'clock in the morning, Qin Changan came to Jinli Garden in person to pick up Meng Mingyou and Beibei.
Beibei was asleep, the maid held Beibei carefully and got in the nanny car.
Meng Mingyou sat in Qin Changan's 7 Series, his eyes sliding across his face.
"Did you just draw the blue shadow under the eye?" she asked.
The driver in the front seat tried to lower the corners of his lips and thought about all the sad things.
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