Xu Shen's voice came from outside. Captain, we've packed up. We've also taken the trash away for you.
Then, there was the sound of chaotic footsteps and the door closing. It was completely quiet outside.
Only the two of them were left.
"Take a shower?" In the dim light, his voice was a little low and hoarse.
Although Wen Qiao was a little tipsy, she was still conscious. Her face heated up, spreading to her ears, neck, and heart. She held his big hand and nodded.
He turned around and went to the bathroom. Then, he heard the sound of running water. After a while, he returned and said, " I'm filling up the bathtub. I'll go in later, okay? "
Wen Qiao lay on his bed, surrounded by his scent, even her body felt warm.
It might be the alcohol.
"Yes, sure."
Fu Nanli turned around and went to the cabinet to get her pajamas. He had clearly prepared them for her, but he still took out a white shirt for himself. wear this later.
On the white shirt were her personal belongings.
"Didn't Yueyue buy me pajamas?" Wen Qiao mumbled.
She even had her undergarments, but why was she not wearing her pajamas?
The young master of the fu family said with a straight face, " "I forgot to prepare. I'll buy it next time, okay?"
"Oh, okay."
The bathtub was soon half-filled with water. Fu Nanli carried her in, and the steam was still rising. Wen Qiao sat by the side of the bathtub, looking up at the person standing in front of her. "Can you go out now, Yingluo?"
Fu Nanli coughed lightly. be careful. The floor is slippery. Call me when you're done.
"Yes."
Wen Qiao soaked in the bath for a while. The heat and the alcohol made her mind even more muddled. After taking a shower, she put on her clothes. Fortunately, his shirt was long enough, but it only covered her thighs.
Wen Qiao reached out and tugged at the corner of her shirt, walking out of the bathroom uncomfortably. Just as she pulled the door open, she was pulled into an embrace by a hand.
He had been waiting at the entrance of the washroom.
In the dim light, she leaned in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, and stepped on his feet barefooted.
There was only silence, and only the two of them.
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The next morning, it was raining outside. When Wen Qiao woke up in a daze, she was in Fu Nanli's arms.
Last night, she had been groggy and had been pressed down by him for a long time. He had kissed her until her brain had lacked oxygen and she couldn't even remember how she had fallen asleep.
Thinking of last night, her face heated up again.
Sigh, why did she become so easily embarrassed?
It was not like him.
She had to reflect on herself.
Her head was resting on Fu Nanli's arm. She didn't know how long it had been, but his arm should be very sore. She raised her head slightly, wanting to pull his arm out. The man bent his arm and tightened his grip.
The curtains were half-drawn, and it seemed to be raining outside. Wen Qiao fell into his arms again.
The man was still sleeping. His eyes were slightly closed, and his eyelashes were very long. Under the faint light, she could see his long eyelashes covering his eye sockets. They were less fierce and more gentle.
Wen Qiao's gaze lingered on him, from his eyes to his straight nose, and then to his beautiful thin lips.
His face was still warm.
She couldn't help but raise her hand to touch his face, from his eyes to the corner of his chin, and naughtily touched his Adam's apple that he didn't allow to touch. The man suddenly pressed her hand down and opened his eyes.
There was no sleepiness in her eyes. She had obviously been awake for a long time.
"Don't touch it."
Wen Qiao pursed her lips, " Oh.
He didn't allow her to touch him, but he could touch him.
Only the officials were allowed to set fires, but the people were not allowed to light lamps.
Young master Fu had double standards.