After cleansing and leaving the house, I am beautiful

The water was changed twice on the way. During the water change, Qiuying hid under the blanket. Ye Yifan changed the water and sat back at the end of the bed before she came out and continued to wipe.

"You throw the dirty clothes here, and I'll wash them for you." Ye Yifan said suddenly.

Qiu Ying was startled, shaking her head like a dice, her voice raised two notes: "No need."

Immediately, he wrapped the set of black lace underwear in the sweater he took off, and got into the bed again: "Ye Yifan, I've wiped it, take the water away."

Ye Yifan walked over, looked down at her, and raised his lips: "Give me the dirty clothes."

She raised her head, her face and eyes were full of unnecessary use: "I never let others wash... washing underwear for me, I'm really not used to it."

Since she was in elementary school, she has washed her underwear by herself. After getting married, even if she was sick, she would not be willing to let Che Lihan do it for her.

"I washed it for you last night." Ye Yifan said, stretching out his wide and big palm in front of her, with suffocating tenderness in his lacquered eyes: "Slowly, you will get used to it."

"Oh." Qiuying disarmed and surrendered, and obediently handed over the clothes hidden under the quilt.

Ye Yifan hooked the corners of his mouth, took the clothes, picked up the tub with both hands, turned and walked to the bathroom.

The sound of running water in the bathroom is intermittent...

After brushing her body, she felt refreshed physically and mentally, and Qiuying closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

She didn't open her eyes suddenly until she felt a scorching breath splash on Jin's neck. Ye Yifan's entire face was close at hand, and his eyes were like ink: "Are you awake?" His voice was low.

She gave a lazy "hmm".

He put one hand on her shoulder, and his gaze fell on her lips: "Are you still tired?"

She was slightly suffocated, and moved her head to the side subconsciously: "It's gone...why?"

His eyes darkened a little: "You don't feel the lack of oxygen anymore?" His voice was still low.

Her head shrank into the quilt, and he tucked the quilt covering her lips to her chin with his hand.

"Do you still feel the lack of oxygen?" He asked again, breathing on her face with increasingly hot breath.

"It seems... there is no..."

Before he could say the last "yes", he put his lips on hers as soon as he lowered his head.

Her body trembled slightly, and she slowly closed her eyes. He clasped her chin with one hand, and deepened the kiss little by little.

Her head gradually became dizzy, her limbs became limp for a while, and when her breathing was slightly difficult, his kiss suddenly left her lips, moved to her earlobe, and then moved down her neck.

Maybe it was because she didn't respond all the time, and he was afraid that she would be hypoxic again, so he stopped suddenly and called her in a low voice: "Aying." A special address for one's wife, adding an "A" before the last word of her name.

Qiu Ying gave a soft "hmm".

"Do you feel uncomfortable?" Ye Yifan looked at her with eyes still reddened with emotion, but his voice was more worried.

"A little bit." Qiuying answered truthfully.

He got up from the bed in an instant, and sat with his back to her: "I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back."

Only then did Qiu Ying realize that he had been lying outside the quilt the whole time. She reached out and touched his arm, which was icy cold.

She suddenly pulled up the quilt to cover him, only then realized that she was not wearing any clothes, so she quickly shrank back into the quilt again!