When Zhuo Yifan opened the door and saw Nangong Aoyue cutting sheets with scissors, a strange look appeared on his face.
The sound at the door of the room immediately caught Nangong Aoyue's attention. She turned her head subconsciously, and when she saw clearly that it was Zhuo Yifan who came in, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on her pretty face.
"Silly woman, why should I leave? Even if I have to leave, I will definitely take you with me!" Zhuo Yifan walked to the bedside inexplicably, and then put the bread and milk he had prepared on the bedside table.
Go up and explain with a smile: "I got up early and saw that you weren't awake yet, so I couldn't bear to wake you up, so I went to prepare breakfast for you."
"Thank you!" Nangong Aoyue's pretty face turned red, probably because she felt a little embarrassed about her previous misunderstanding of Zhuo Yifan. Fortunately, Zhuo Yifan didn't know, otherwise there really would be no way to explain it. It turned out that he was the one who made the mistake.
He didn't leave, but went to prepare breakfast for himself. Thinking of this, a sweet feeling came to her heart, and she suddenly giggled with happiness.
"What is that in your hand?" Zhuo Yifan then pointed at the piece of bright red sheet fabric held by Gong Aoyue and asked with a smile.
Only then did Nangong Aoyue react. Remembering that she still held the imprint of the first time in her hand, her face suddenly turned red as a morning glow. She immediately put her hands behind her back, shaking her little head like a rattle and hurriedly explained: "No.
……nothing!"
"Luo Hong? Why do you girls keep such things close to your body?" Zhuo Yifan pointed out directly, somewhat dumbfounded.
When Nangong Aoyue heard this, she was immediately ashamed. She gave up her attempt to cover up the situation and quickly stood up and put the pieces of sheets in her hands into her bedside table, for fear of being seen by Zhuo Yifan again.
But in this way, with the tugging of the quilt, Nangong Aoyue's perfect body with no trace of hair appeared in Zhuo Yifan's sight again.
"So beautiful!" Zhuo Yifan admired sincerely. The goddess in front of him has a completely different temperament from other women. In general, the temperament displayed by each of the women around Zhuo Yifan is also different.
Same. This made him feel very accomplished. It was as if he had become a collector of beautiful women.
Hearing Zhuo Yifan's heartfelt admiration, Nangong Aoyue came back to her senses, glanced at her delicate body, and immediately wrapped her up tightly in a quilt again in a panic.
Seeing Nangong Aoyue's bewildered look, Zhuo Yifan shook his head and said, "We are already an old married couple, and you are still so shy? You saw everything you should have seen last night. Is there anything about you that I am not familiar with?"
What are you still doing so secretly?"
When Nangong Aoyue heard this, she said with a shy face: "He also said that I won't show it to you anyway. Turn around quickly, I want to get dressed!"
"Hey, women are just troublesome!" Zhuo Yifan sighed helplessly, looking at Nangong Aoyue's pretty face that was so embarrassed that it almost bled, and then turned around.
Nangong Aoyue quickly took the opportunity to take her underwear and pajamas and rushed directly into the bathroom. Hearing the sound of the bathroom door being closed, Zhuo Yifan smiled bitterly and touched his nose, then turned around and sat beside the bed.