Love after Marriage

THRILLS

The bathroom in the master bedroom is connected to the bedroom, so any noise can be heard in the bedroom. Wen Qian was scared and huddled in bed wrapped in the quilt.

Shang Mo had already lit all the candles as she requested, and the room was almost brighter than it was in the evening.

　　But Wen Qian was still afraid.

　　What's the point of having light in the bedroom? The living room is dark. There is only a candle on the coffee table. Everywhere else is dark.

　　The wind blew, casting vague shadows, and she was even scared when she saw those shadows.

　　In her memory, the man who kidnapped her had a very slender figure, and his shadow on the ground was also very long. If she looked at it carelessly, it looked very similar to the shadow on the wall.

　　Bad memories rushed into her mind again. Wen Qian was terrified. She pulled the corner of the quilt and called out tremblingly, "Shang Mo."

　　The sound of the water became quieter, and Shang Mo responded, "Yes."

　　Wen Xi bit her lip and asked, "Are you done washing?"

　　Shang Mo looked down, pursed his lips and sighed, and replied: "We have to wait a little longer."

　　"Why do you have to wait?" Wen Qian complained, "Does it take you so long to take a shower? Aren't men usually quick?"

　　She was really scared, not pretending. She always felt that there was someone outside the bedroom door, and she said coquettishly, "Can't you hurry up?"

　　Shang Mo: "Okay, I'll do it as soon as possible."

　　It wasn't that he didn't want to hurry up, but hearing her gentle voice would remind him of her soft body and the scene of her leaning softly against him.

　　The scene was so shocking that the fire that had just fallen appeared again, and the stones were even more powerful than before.

　　Shang Mo's Adam's apple rolled slowly, and he turned the faucet completely to the cold water side. He stood in the middle of the shower and let the cold water flow down.

　　His back was flushed with heat, and he pursed his lips, suddenly unsure whether it was a good idea or not to have her live with him.

　　It is foreseeable that he will not have an easy time tonight.

　　The little goblin is so annoying, it would be strange if he had an easy life.

　　"Shang Mo...Shang Mo..." The sweet and sticky voice spread in the bedroom, as if surrounded by a layer of mist. Shang Mo suddenly felt something was wrong and had to wash again.

　　This was the fourth time he had rinsed in the bathroom.

　　If she keeps yelling, she might not be able to go out tonight.

　　"Shang Mo..."

　　"exist."

　　"Are you going to come out or not?" Wen Qian locked her neck and looked at the crack in the door. She felt as if something was moving and pouted, "I'm scared."

　　Shang Mo: "..."

　　Shang Mo didn't wipe it. He put on a bathrobe and walked out. The water droplets on the ends of his hair flowed down to his shoulders, soaking the white bathrobe.

　　Soon, the rendering started.

　　When Wen Qian saw him coming out, she threw away the quilt on her body, stood up, and rushed over again regardless of anything, threw herself into his arms, hid her face in his chest, and whispered, "You are so slow."