A charming voice escaped from her throat.

Song Ci would never have imagined that it was his own voice.

When she came back to consciousness, she hurriedly reached out to cover her lips. Her eyes, which were wet from the bathroom smoke, stared at Huo Muchen blankly, but she wanted to bury her head in the water, and stammered: "I...

…I’ll wash it myself.”

She was worried that if she allowed Huo Muchen to continue to be washed, she would turn into a hungry wolf first, knocking people down and execute him on the spot.

Huo Muchen's eyes slid down her delicate little face, occasionally scanning the red marks on her fair skin. He leaned towards her and said in a hoarse voice with rapid breathing: "Okay.

…You wash it yourself and don’t get water on your hands, understand?”

His tone was as doting as if he was coaxing a child.

Song Ci nodded indiscriminately, and then he saw the man standing next to the bathtub with his arms folded across his chest and an upright posture, watching with interest as she bathed with one hand.

Her face became even more embarrassed. She raised her head and met the man's half-smiling eyes, frowning: "If you don't go out, how can I wash it?"

"I'm here, but you can't wash it, so who do you want here?" The man asked, his sharp eyes locked on her, trapping her in his sight, tightening it continuously, and directly looking into her heart.

For a moment, their eyes met.

Song Ci was justified and had no intention of taking a bath again. He closed his eyes and stood up from the bathtub and stepped out of the bathtub. He was already embarrassed anyway, and he was not afraid of being embarrassed twice. Before he stepped out, there was something under his feet.

There was a sudden slip, and she couldn't help but scream in surprise.

The next second, her waist was firmly held by a pair of rough and strong hands, followed by a chuckling and doting voice: "Is Mrs. Huo throwing herself into my arms?"

Song Ci was teased so much that he couldn't raise his head. He seemed to feel the man's bad taste and felt annoyed in his heart.

In his previous life, Huo Muchen was always cold and abstinent, even though he was driven to the verge of rage by her from time to time. Is the man in front of her who has teased her several times still her husband?

As soon as she frowned, Huo Muchen could tell what she was thinking. The corners of her lips curved slightly, but disappeared again when Song Ci looked over.

As if on purpose, Huo Muchen pulled the towel and slowly wiped the water droplets on her body. It could be done in five minutes, but he wiped it for half an hour.

When he finally finished wiping off and took the bathrobe, Song Ci finally breathed a sigh of relief despite his red face.

Huo Muchen hugged her back to the bed. His eyes fell on her wet long hair sticking to her forehead. He took out the hair dryer in the cabinet and patted the side of the bed: "Come here."

Song Ci sat obediently next to the man and let his long fingertips pass through her hair. A warm feeling spread, making her narrow her eyes in comfort.

But after she couldn't notice Huo Muchen blowing his hair, she slowly opened her eyes, but there was no sign of Huo Muchen in the empty room.

She was so anxious that she stood up immediately, without even bothering to put on her shoes, and headed towards the room with bright light. She saw Huo Muchen standing upright by the bed, about to take off her clothes. When she saw her come in, he cast an unhappy look on her

On her white feet: "Why don't you wear shoes? Why do you want to wait until you get sick to go back to the Song family and accuse me of treating you harshly?"

"Why don't you take a shower in the master bedroom? Do you want to sleep in a separate room with me?" Song Ci asked him with tears in his black and white eyes and a sense of grievance.

At this moment, Huo Muchen's upper body clothes were taken off, revealing his well-defined eight-pack abs. He walked towards Song Ci step by step, as if he had stepped on her heart, and suddenly bent down and said in her ear:

"You can't live without me, or do you want to kill me again?"

Song Ci trembled when he heard what he said.

She was quiet for a while.

But flashing through his mind was the scene in his previous life when Huo Muchen was almost stabbed in the heart by her knife and fell into a pool of blood.

His face turned pale inch by inch.

She put her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. Her warm tears penetrated the man's skin and hit his heart: "Honey, don't leave me. Without you, I will have nightmares at night."

.”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a silence in the air.

The window in the guest bedroom was open, and a cool breeze blew through.

Song Ci was too cold to speak. He just wanted to hug Huo Muchen hard and listen to the beating of his heart to prove that he was alive.

Huo Muchen was hugged by her for a full ten minutes, until a sneeze brought him out of his daze.

If she wanted to play tricks on divorce, she didn't have to act so real, but the vulnerability and fear that came from Song Ci at that moment could not be ignored no matter what, as if she was really afraid that he would leave her.

He narrowed his eyes and when he felt that her whole body was cold, he held her in his arms with one hand, went straight to the master bedroom and stuffed her under the quilt.

When Song Ci saw this, his smile became even brighter. He was full of dependence in his arms and held his neck tightly, with a strong tendency not to let go. His eyes were so bright that they seemed to only be able to accommodate him.

Huo Muchen's breathing gradually became heavier due to her rubbing. He frowned and reached out to grab her hand, but she pulled her hand tighter. He looked so arrogant and cute.

He chuckled: "Relax."

"Are you still leaving?"

The more aggrieved the voice is, the more aggrieved it is.

Huo Muchen looked deeply at her pitiful look at him, and laughed angrily: "If you don't let go, do you want to take a shower with me again?"

When Song Ci heard this, he was so embarrassed that he let go of his neck, but he was also afraid that he would sleep in a separate room with her. When he turned around, his little hands reflexively grabbed the corner of his pants: "Will you come back?"

Seeing that his pants were halfway pulled down, the man's face darkened: "Does Mrs. Huo have to do it with me? I don't think Mrs. Huo can go from killing me to loving me overnight?"

"You are my husband. Of course I have to be you in this life." Song Ci said sweetly and smoothly, "Husband, what happened yesterday was a misunderstanding. They say that beating is kissing and scolding, but I love you so much that you completely bow to me.

Under the beauty of my husband."

Huo Muchen reached out and clasped his little hand to avoid touching her wound, and spoke in a low voice: "My beauty?"

"Not only the beauty, but also the figure." Song Ci grabbed his pants with one hand and almost pulled them down without realizing it. His pajamas also fell completely under the quilt when he rubbed towards Huo Muchen.

The snow-white skin is glowing with purple hickeys, and the long black hair sets off the delicate collarbone with white light.

Huo Muchen couldn't bear it until his veins popped out, and he slapped her on the butt: "Song Ci, when did you have the guts to tease me?"

"I am telling the truth."

Huo Muchen raised the corners of his lips, and when Song Ci's innocent eyes met his, he slapped her on the butt lightly, not hard, directly arousing Song Ci's temper.

Seeing her waving her cheeks as if she was about to lose her temper, he said in a leisurely manner: "If you don't say that the beating is kissing, scolding, or love, why are you hiding?"

All right.

You are my husband, you have the final say.

I'll let you go this time.

Song Ci was like a balloon that had been blown up. All her anger from being spanked was completely vented. She pouted her lips and muttered: "Husband, you have to believe me."

Huo Muchen was stared at by her innocent eyes and couldn't help but want to break her waist. The veins under the skin were beating hard, wild and sexy.

He reached out and touched her hot cheek, then took off his pants directly with her hand, wearing shorts, and walked towards the bathroom.

He urgently needs a cold shower now.

Song Ci also knew that Huo Muchen might not believe him for a while.

She's not in a hurry.

Her husband is hers and can only be hers!
Chapter completed!