"Does the wound still hurt?" He held her injured hand and carefully replaced the band-aid.
This little woman was so cruel to do this to herself. At the same time, she resented her failure even more. If she was not allowed to face Bai Mingzhi alone, she would not have to worry about being suspected and hurt by Bai Mingzhi. Although her wit
It was worthy of praise, but he still wanted to criticize her for her lack of self-pity.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, really." Wen Tong's fingertips moved in his hand, "Look, it's okay."
"Next time you do something like this to hurt yourself, I will be the first to not spare you." He gently kissed her bandaged finger, his stern eyes carrying a warning.
"The flower arrangement thing..."
"I'll take care of it, don't worry about it." He patted the back of her hand.
She hummed, and she would feel at ease in everything when he was there.
"I'm going to take a shower." He stood up and walked to the bathroom.
"I'll call Ding Ding."
He looked over thoughtfully, and she blinked, "By the way, I want to say hello to your daddy."
He nodded with satisfaction and placed his coat casually on the sofa next to him.
After Wen Tong finished talking to Ding Ding on the phone, she looked up and saw a faint figure printed on the frosted glass door of the bathroom, followed by the sound of running water breaking the tranquility of the room.
Her eyes turned and fell on the sofa. His black handmade casual suit was casually draped on the back of the chair.
She glanced at the closed bathroom door and tiptoed towards the sofa.
She remembered that his wallet was in the pocket of his clothes, and there was a photo in it. She was in such a hurry at the time that something so thrilling happened before she could see it clearly. Now that she had the opportunity, she must bet on that photo.
True appearance, because she vaguely saw her own shadow.
Wen Tong gently picked up his coat, which smelled of ambergris. She sniffed it greedily, and at the same time reached into her pocket and took out her wallet.
The wallet is full of various bank cards, as well as some banknotes from country y. There is a photo neatly placed in the transparent compartment of the wallet.
When Wen Tong saw it, his eyes suddenly became moist.
She still remembered this photo. Ding Ding strongly suggested that the three of them take a photo together. The little guy was sitting happily in the middle, while the man's hand was firmly holding her waist from behind, with a light smile on his face.
Among the three people, she was the only one with a strange expression, as if she was under duress.
She wiped her wet eyes and smiled through her tears. If she had known he would cut the photo into such a small size and put it in his wallet, she would have smiled brighter.
Her fingertips probed back, wanting to pull out the photo to see it more clearly, but the thickness made her think there was another photo behind it.
Wen Tong carefully pulled out a corner of the photo. In the photo was a still ruthless Beichen Xiao. It looked like it was a long time ago. There was a girl standing next to Beichen Xiao. She hadn't had time to see clearly.
What she looked like, the bathroom door suddenly opened.
Wen Tong was shocked and hurriedly inserted the photo and put the wallet back to its original place.
Looking back, Beichen Xiao was wiping his hair with a white towel, not looking in her direction.
He was bare-chested, with a towel casually wrapped around his waist. The towel was so low that you could even see two sexy shallow grooves below the waistline, looming.
Wen Tong blushed and quietly stood up from the sofa, pretending to pick up something.
"Have you finished washing?" Her sudden words startled him, and he thought she was not in the house.
A narrowing light flashed through his black ice-like eyes, and the hand wiping his hair stopped, and his half-wet black hair stood up inch by inch.
Wen Tong felt uncomfortable looking at him, so she took the initiative to take the towel in his hand and said, "I'll wipe it for you." She wanted to divert his attention.
It was rare for her to be so obedient, so Bei Chenxiao immediately handed over the towel in his hand. Seeing her standing on tiptoes and struggling to reach his hair, he hugged her funny and carried her to the bed.
"Little dwarf." He teased her while choosing a comfortable position to lean on.
Unconvinced, Wen Tong increased the strength of his men. He always laughed at her for being short, and did not look at himself for being too tall.
His hair is very short, so it didn't take long to dry.
Bei Chenxiao hugged her waist and asked in a low voice: "What did you do just now?"
Wen Tong froze. Could it be that she was caught peeking at his wallet? But his gentle expression didn't seem like it.
She lied casually, "I'm doing weight-loss exercises."
"Slimming exercises?" He raised his eyebrows curiously.
"It's just exercise that you do after eating. It can burn calories and keep you in shape." Afraid that he wouldn't believe it, she immediately made a few moves, "Just like this."
There was a smile on his face, but the look in his eyes deepened. He put his arm around her waist and gave her a serious suggestion, "I have a kind of exercise that can not only lose weight, but also beautify, and it doesn't require any effort from you."
Wen Tong asked excitedly: "What?"
"Are you interested in doing that?"
"Yeah." She nodded hurriedly.
"Put your ears over." He hooked his hand mysteriously, and Wen Tong immediately put his ears on it, looking like a dog-legged person.
He bit her earlobe and whispered two words.
When Wen Tong heard this, red clouds flew over his face, and he raised his fists to hit him.
He grabbed her one by one and pressed her down.
"You said you were interested in doing it. Now, let's practice this exercise ourselves."
"Beichen Xiao, bad guy."
She was about to bite him, but he leaned over and blocked her dishonest little mouth, giving her a long, wet kiss that left her panting and her face turning pink.
The wet kiss slowly moved down with lingering force, reaching the neckline. Two rows of white teeth bit a button, and pulled it open to both sides with a gentle pull.
Wen Tong shyly refused to speak, "Beichen Xiao, you know how to do this kind of thing, I don't want it."
His breath fell on her open chest, and some prickly stubble pricked her unbearably.
His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of childlike grievance, "You can't do this to me, I've been abstinent for you for a long time."
"I don't believe it." She snorted coldly.
His annoying head was pressed on her chest, and he was tasting two balls of delicious food. He raised one hand as if to swear, "Except for you, I really have never touched any other woman."
"real?"
"real!"
He was so sure that she felt sweet, so she believed it and allowed him to fan the flames.
In a moment, the clothes were taken off.
He leaned down, worshiped the tenderness in his arms, and patiently performed foreplay.
This was the first time that he was no longer forceful or rude. He only wanted to give her a feast of desire. Therefore, his movements were gentle and careful, for fear of hurting her. Until he entered, he carefully asked
, "Does it hurt?"
She was confused by his tenderness, her mind was as blank as paper, she held his slightly damp hair in her hands, shook her head gently, and nodded heavily, not knowing whether it hurt or not.
Bei Chenxiao's voice was hoarse. He moved slightly and asked again: "Does it hurt?"
"No..." She squeezed out one word shyly.
He bit the strawberry on her chest and said, "Be good."
After saying that, she started to move regularly. She moaned intermittently and hugged his neck tightly.
The night was beautiful, and the beauty of the room spread out, and a romantic mood quietly expanded in the air.