Back to the end of the world: I rely on hundreds of millions of materials to lie down and win natura

The sound of rushing water stopped shortly after.

A figure walked through the mist to the sink, picked up the pajamas on the stool, and put them down again.

She recalled the forbearance in someone's eyes, facing the face reddened by the water mist, she found a wine-red suspender dress and bathrobe from the space, put them on slowly, and walked out.

"I'm done washing." She glanced at Wen Qizhou who was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette, and walked to the head of the bed against his gaze.

Wen Qizhou hasn't noticed anything wrong with her yet.

He stubbed out the cigarette butt in response, went into the bathroom and washed it with the water she had left, and brought the water vapor closer to her.

When he lifted the quilt and lay on the bed, Chi Yue was so nervous that his whole body became hot, and the sound of breathing became extremely obvious.

"What's the matter?" He raised his arm through the back of her neck, and wrapped his arms around her waist in an absolutely possessive posture.

"No... nothing."

"Did you do something bad?"

Chi Yue's mind buzzed.

She glanced at his smiling face from the corner of her eye, and the blush on her cheeks spread to her neck, like a ripe peach.

The guilty look silently confirmed what he said casually, Wen Qizhou raised his eyebrows slightly, and poked her cheeks with his bony fingertips: "What are you doing without telling me?"

"I just... changed a dress."

"skirt?"

"En." Chi Yue's eyelashes fluttered twice, mustering up her courage, and her voice sounded like a mosquito: "Do you want to see it?"

Wen Qizhou seemed to understand.

He lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the slender collarbone not covered by the bathrobe, and the strings of reason suddenly tightened.

However, she still leaned into his arms obediently, like a prey that jumped into a trap, luring him as a hunter.

He covered the collarbone, pushed aside the collar with his protruding veined hands, and gradually saw the suspender skirt hidden under the bathrobe.

His skin as white as jade was intertwined with that blush, his eyes sank, and he leaned over to kiss the prey in his arms.

"It's beautiful."

A hoarse murmur reached the ear.

Chi Yue felt his callused fingertips brush against her collarbone, like a fine electric current, sweeping across her limbs.

Her heart beat fast and she froze.

After a while, those apricot pupils suddenly opened wide, and a layer of water vapor quickly gathered inside, and the crimson color that spread to the neck also gradually spread on the skin, as delicate and charming as a blooming rose.

The light refracted by the lamp above the head invaded through the gaps in the bedding from time to time, as if to inquire about something, and was ashamed by the overlapping figures, repeating back and forth one by one.

She turned her face halfway, one ear that was so red that it dripped blood was pressed against the pillow, and she listened to the embarrassing voice through the bed.

The other ear was occupied by his whispers and his unreasonable demands.

It wasn't until midnight that the bedroom filled with ambiguous atmosphere returned to calm, and the light on the ceiling was completely extinguished after repeated inquiries.

*
Near noon.

Wen Qizhou, who was the first to wake up, left Wenrouxiang with a satisfied face, and bent down to pick up the garbage thrown on the ground last night.

He washed up briefly, and was about to go into the kitchen to wash rice and cook, when he suddenly heard the person lying on the bed calling him softly.

"Pray for a boat..."

Chi Yue, who woke up leisurely, opened her eyes, stretched out an arm branded with plum blossoms, and the moment he leaned over to approach, it climbed up to his neck, and rubbed against his neck.

She said coquettishly, "I want to drink water."

Wen Qizhou helped her shoulders to sit up, poured a glass of water with a suitable temperature to her lips, and watched her drink it.

He put down the glass, his palm fell on his willow-like waist, his eyes were not as crazy as last night, only concerned.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Huh?" Chi Yue and him looked at each other for two seconds, and suddenly realized what he was asking, and pursed their lips slightly: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Then lie down and rest for a while." He bent his noble waist, kissed her forehead, and tucked her quilt.

After more intimate contact, they looked at each other with a look that was about to overflow with affection. Just looking at each other, the air around them seemed to be filled with unspeakable sweetness.

But they didn't get bored for too long.

Wen Qizhou was worried that she would be hungry, so he asked her what she wanted to eat for lunch, and walked into the kitchen with the ingredients she gave.

Because Xie Changxiao and the others would come over from time to time, they placed kitchen utensils, seasonings, rice noodles, potatoes, onions, ginger and garlic in the kitchen.

He stood in front of the cooking counter, rolled up his sleeves, washed rice and vegetables, and then processed the ribs and river shrimp. Taking advantage of the time when the rice was cooked, he quickly prepared two dishes and one soup.

The strong fragrance soon diffused.

The greedy Chi Yue put on the pajamas at the end of the bed, moved to the sofa and waited eagerly for him to come.

When the braised pork ribs, spicy prawns and corn and winter melon soup were placed on the table, the aroma went straight to the tip of her nose.

"Husband, you've worked hard." After calling "Husband" all night, she yelled Shunzui, picked up a piece of ribs and fed it to Wen Qizhou's mouth.

Wen Qizhou raised his thin lips slightly.

Just as he was about to bite the rib, a knock on the door suddenly came to his ears: "Qi Zhou, are you up yet?"