My lover is this organization

Qin Wuque was about to turn around and leave after he finished speaking, but when he put his hand on the door handle and was about to go out and close the door, he suddenly stopped.

"By the way, when you finish washing up, go upstairs. The first room on the left side of the corridor is your bedroom. My room is right across from you. If you remember anything, you can come find me anytime."

"it is good……"

The bathroom door closed.

After explaining everything about Curacao, Qin Wuque went up to the second floor.

The entire second floor was quiet and pitch black.

It was two o'clock in the morning. By this time, anyone who was not a cultivator who went against the will of heaven and was always ready to die on the road should have been asleep. Even the former beautiful female director of the winery's scientific research department who could forget to eat and sleep when reading medical literature was the same.

Qin Wuque pushed open the door as gently as possible, tiptoed in, and turned on a bedside lamp quietly in the dark based on his memory.

In an instant, the soft light dispelled the darkness in half of the bedroom.

On the bed, Mingmei, who had changed into a set of gauze silk pajamas that was more suitable for summer sleep, was lying on her left side, her snow-white shoulders faintly visible under the translucent fabric.

Beside her, little Shirley was sleeping quietly. Although the weather was not bad enough to worry about catching a cold while sleeping, she wanted to tuck herself completely into the quilt, with the quilt tucked tightly around her shoulders without leaving any gaps.

What an insecure girl.

And on the far right side of the bed, it is completely empty, leaving a large area that almost occupies half of the entire bed.

That was his own place.

Qin Wuque smiled silently when he saw this. He quietly opened the wardrobe, took out his spare clothes, left a light kiss on Shirley's forehead with a slight scent of sea water, and then scurried out of the room.

Of course, he did not forget to turn off the bedside lamp before leaving.

In the darkness, Mingmei opened her eyes with a hint of dissatisfaction.

……

Run downstairs and take a shower with Curacao...

That is absolutely impossible.

Qin Wuque took his change of clothes and ran to the other master bedroom next door, and jumped into the shower room attached to the bedroom.

He did this not because there was no shower in his room, but because he didn't want the noise of his shower to disturb his sleeping wives.

The main thing was that when the villa was being renovated, although Qin Wuque repeatedly emphasized that not to worry about the price and to make the decoration as fine as possible, all kinds of sound insulation materials were used between the walls.

But those bastards in the design team still took the interest of romance and the happiness of married life into consideration and forced the sound insulation between the bedroom and the shower room to be made... and it's not that good.

This resulted in Qin Wuque being forced to sneak into the shower room in the master bedroom next door to take a shower.

He turned on the gas water heater and the shower switch to release the cold water accumulated in the water pipe. Qin Wuque stretched out his hand to test the water temperature and after feeling that it was about right, he took off his clothes that had been soaked in sea water and were now almost dry, and stepped in barefoot.

The hot water poured down from the sky and washed over every inch of his skin, making Qin Wuque breathe a sigh of relief.

However, just as he grabbed the shower gel and was about to wash his hair and body together, the sound of door hinges turning suddenly came from outside the shower room.

Qin Wuque barely opened his eyes a little despite the falling water droplets and glanced out through the frosted glass. He saw a blurry yet familiar figure.

And the sound of jade feet stepping on the wooden floor came closer and closer.

Row——

The next second, accompanied by the sound of a sliding door being opened, the familiar figure that was originally blurry in the field of vision suddenly became clear.

Mingmei, with disheveled hair, appeared outside the shower door.

She had a smug and triumphant smile on her face, and deliberately and slowly took off the veil on her body in front of a certain dog-head.

"Shall I help you apply it?"

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Anyway, I don’t know why I suddenly feel sleepy when I’m typing...especially between 1:00 and 3:00 in the afternoon, and then as the typing time increases, I slowly wake up and become more alert.

It's mysterious in every sense.

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Chapter 263

Now that you have come...

Then just wash them together.

Qin Wuque and Miyano Akemi are not the kind of people who like to take their time taking a bath. Unless they do it purely for the enjoyment of the bath, they will basically turn off the water once they feel they are clean.

From a comprehensive perspective, if there is only one bathroom in the house and two people want to take a shower, and each person takes ten minutes and fifteen minutes respectively, then the time required for the two to take a shower one after another is twenty-five minutes, while it only takes fifteen minutes to take a shower together.

But from a realistic point of view, all the systems planning is bullshit. The time required for two people to take a shower together is neither the addition nor the subtraction of two numbers, nor is it the longer of two numbers. It is most likely... multiplication, and it is the kind that is super-doubled and then rounded up.

Happy Buffalo, spring is gone, happy times are always short, and an hour or so goes by in a flash in some kind of double aerobic exercise that is beneficial to physical and mental health.

Mingmei was panting as Qin Wuque pressed her against the shower wall.

She leaned her back against the cool white patterned tiles, her slightly weak arms passed through Qin Wuque's neck and hooked around him, her slender white legs tightly wrapped around the latter's waist, pressed against her strong abdominal muscles, making the two bodies fit closely together.

"Fool……"

Mingmei rested her chin lightly on Qin Wuque's shoulder, her tone satisfied yet somewhat resentful.

Through the contact of skin, she could clearly feel the pounding heart in the other's chest.

Of course, whether Qin Wuque could feel her heartbeat was another matter...

"What's wrong?" Qin Wuque's tone was very accommodating.

At this moment, he was manly holding his girlfriend's smooth back with one hand, and with the other hand holding a bottle of shower gel and applying it to both of them.

As for helping him apply the medicine, that was not going to happen. He didn't even take a bath and instead broke out in a sweat.

"Aren't you worried at all that I might get pregnant?" Mingmei bit Qin Wuque's earlobe a little angrily, "You're so direct every time, without any protection, and the amount is so...large."

She managed to choose a slightly more euphemistic way of saying it that wouldn't make her blush all the way to her ears.

"It should... not be possible?" Qin Wuque was stunned for a moment.

To be honest, he himself was a little unsure, mainly because he had been so reckless with Sister Bei so many times before, and there was no mention of any "accidents".

So after careful consideration, Qin Wuque almost acquiesced that anyone who took the tissue drug would become infertile, including himself.

If it weren't for Shirley's actions on Shenhai Island last time, he wouldn't even have thought of this.

And theoretically speaking, Mei and Shirley should have taken medication, so... they shouldn't get pregnant so easily, right?

Well, that's fair.

The reason why humans need to reproduce is because human lifespan is limited, and if they want to continue their bloodline, they can only do so by reproducing.

And if humans gain the power of immortality and can continue their bloodline indefinitely on their own, the so-called fertility will not be so necessary, and it is natural to degenerate some unnecessary functions.

"What are you thinking about?"

Seeing that this guy suddenly froze on the spot, with Darwinian random analysis written all over his face, Mingmei couldn't help but reach out and pat the dog's head, saying with a little dissatisfaction.

"I'm not really discussing with you whether I will get pregnant or not. I'm just saying just in case. Even if I do get pregnant, I'll still be with Shiho. Do you understand?"

"Do you have to be with Shirley?" Qin Wuque was at a loss, "Why?"

"Of course."

Mingmei spoke lazily as she slightly adjusted her posture to make it easier for Qin Wuque to clean her body.

"If I get pregnant first, Shiho will definitely take advantage of my physical disability and show off her affection with you every day. I will be depressed to death."

"And given the current situation, I will definitely get pregnant before Shiho." Mingmei's eyes suddenly became alert, "Or does Que-kun want Shiho to get pregnant right away in her current condition?"

"I am innocent..." Qin Wuque subconsciously raised his hands.

It would have been fine if he didn't raise his hand, but when he raised his hand...something happened.

Mingmei was originally leaning against the wall, and even if her hands and feet were weak, she was still supported by the wall. However, in order to make it easier to wash, Qin Wuque held Mingmei in one hand and moved her under the shower head, and his arm became the only support.

As a result, even her arms were loosened. Mingmei, who had lost all her support points and whose hands and feet were weak, collapsed in an instant.

In addition, the strange feeling of friction caused by the sudden change in the position of her body at a certain joint made her unable to grab anything to stabilize her body.

Fortunately, Qin Wuque was quick enough.

At the critical moment, he threw the bottle of shower gel in his hand upwards, caught the falling Mingmei with both hands, picked her up again before she hit the ground, held her firmly in his arms, and then caught the falling shower gel with his backhand.

Neither the man nor the bottle was hurt, and the sword that was almost accidentally unsheathed was perfectly returned to its sheath. It can only be said that it was a close call.

Mingmei's pretty face suddenly turned red and her chest rose and fell slightly.

"Ugh - you scared me." She tilted her head and said softly.

"Let your skin..."

Qin Wuque knew exactly why his girlfriend's cheeks were red, but he didn't point it out. He just rolled his eyes helplessly.

"Come down."

He lowered Mingmei off him little by little, letting her land slowly on the ground, changing from face to face to back to back... or rather, back to back.

After making sure that she would not fall suddenly due to slipping feet or weak legs, he changed from holding her with both hands to supporting her with one hand. He put one hand around Mingmei's waist and climbed on her smooth belly, and with the other hand he held the shower head and used water to rinse off the foam on both of their bodies.

Mingmei's back was pressed against Qin Wuque's hot chest. After what happened just now, she finally calmed down. She stopped tossing and turning and spoke, allowing Qin Wuque to help her wash.

However, not talking and not making trouble does not mean that she stops thinking. On the contrary, precisely because she does not talk and make trouble, she can focus more of her experience on thinking.

Mingmei suddenly remembered something she wanted to ask but almost forgot because she was so excited.

"By the way, Mr. Que, did you forget to turn off the lights downstairs when you went upstairs? I seemed to see the lights on downstairs when I came out of the room just now."

"Uh……"

Qin Wuque groaned, and the shower head in his hand trembled slightly.

"It seems so, no, I'll go downstairs and turn off the lights after I finish drying your hair, Mingmei."

All I can say is that plans cannot keep up with changes.

Considering that it was already very late today, he had originally planned to explain the situation in Curacao to Mingmei and Shirley after they woke up tomorrow morning. However, he did not expect that Mingmei was still awake in the middle of the night.

Never mind. It’s just one night. It won’t be a problem.

Maybe?

Chapter 264 Curacao Can't Sleep All Night

Even though all memories in the brain have been lost, the memories recorded by the muscles through countless repeated actions will not be easily forgotten.

Curacao quickly took care of his personal hygiene.

She threw the clothes she had taken off into the laundry basket and washed herself clean and fragrant as quickly as possible. After wiping off the remaining water droplets on her body with a towel, she changed into the bathrobe that Qin Wuque had prepared for her. She was so fast and efficient that even she herself found it incredible.

This feeling is simply called dislocation.

It's like you, who are supposed to be a happy fat guy who does nothing all day long, suddenly get super awesome tile throwing skills, can complete a 100-meter sprint in half a second, and can lift a whole car with one finger. You will also have such doubts.

——Shit, what happened?

However, this is still based on the premise that you know who you are and what your last name is, but Curacao is even more serious. She doesn't even know who she is.

Therefore, a question that was so huge that it could not be ignored arose in her mind.

--who I am?

After taking a shower and changing into a bathrobe, Curacao followed Qin Wuque's instructions before going upstairs, went up the spiral staircase to the second floor of the villa, accurately found the first room on the left side of the corridor, pushed the door and walked in.

The room was dark. She fumbled around the door for a while before finally finding the light switch.

Snapped.

The lights came on, and what appeared before Curacao was a room with exquisite yet standard decoration. It seemed that it had rarely been lived in, but all the furniture was spotless.

Huh? Why did the word "regular" come to mind?