Encountered Uncle Se's ex-husband came to find fault

"Why are you here?"

"Didn't you see that I was wearing pajamas?" He reached out and took the towel from her hand, and helped her dry her hair, "Why don't you use a hair dryer?"

"I don't like it, my hair is short, just wipe it dry." She shook her head, looked up at his face, then quickly lowered her head, feeling a little embarrassed, her face was a little hot.

No one ever brushes her hair.

"It's not short anymore." He said, indeed, her hair couldn't grow any longer than when we first met, it was draped softly on her shoulders, and she looked pure and lovely with the white nightdress. [

His heart moved slightly, but he stuffed the towel back into her hand, "Put it back in the bathroom!"

He forced her to order, Han Yixing pouted, went back to the bathroom and combed his hair, and when he came back, he was already lying on her bed.

Only then did she become a little surprised, her heart pounded unconsciously, and her voice stammered, "What are you?"

"I'm going to sleep here tonight!" He interrupted her to announce, smiling slightly wickedly.

Han Yixing didn't dare to move when he walked a few steps away from the bed. It's not uncommon for them to share the same bed, but every time they were sick or had an accident, he made such a clear announcement like tonight that she had to Some flustered.

"Honey, how long have we been married?"

He asked again, his voice was very low, and there was a bit of temptation in it, but Han Yixing took two big steps back as if frightened, seeing in his eyes, he was a little annoyed, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Wife, he actually called her wife?

Han Yixing felt that he might have auditory hallucinations, or else, he had been in the pool for too long today, which caused severe brain itching.

"Come here!" He stretched out his hand and ordered.

Han Yixing didn't go there, and asked him worriedly, "Meng Beichen, do you have a fever?"

"Little guy, you just have a fever!" He cursed in a low voice, rushed out of the bed, picked her up and rolled her into the bed.

Han Yixing screamed in fright, with his eyes closed, he screamed like the house was about to collapse.

He lowered his head and blocked her voice with his lips. He didn't kiss her deeply, but just pecked and bit lightly. Seeing that she had calmed down and looked at him with wide eyes, he let her go a little.

"Still barking?" He raised his eyebrows, his voice was hoarse, and he looked down at her with misty eyes.