Calm afternoon.

It's the sticky sweat on a person's body mixed with the smell of a woman's perfume, creating a moment of lustful pleasure.

"...The ancients never deceived me."

"How to say?"

"Men are really made of water."

"..."

Facing his wife's teasing, Xu Xin, who was sweating profusely from head to toe, was just like being fished out of water. He was speechless.

But he didn’t refute it either.

This is the first time he has sweated so much since he had a fever.

After the sweat broke out, he felt that the big stone on top of his head disappeared.

My mind is surprisingly clear and my body is extremely relaxed.

"call……"

He threw himself directly on the bed, and his emotions were instantly relieved.

Looking at the ceiling, I was stunned.

By the way, he calmed down his still somewhat fast heartbeat.

For no reason, he thought of something... was he really old?

Why didn’t I feel this weak and out of breath before?

But today it is particularly strong.

"Why do I feel like I'm breathing so hard?"

Hearing this, Yang Mi, who was also leaning on the bedside, was speechless:

"Brother, you have a fever. Even if you are sweating now, people who have just recovered from a serious illness are still weak."

When she said this, Xu Xin instantly felt at ease again.

Um.

As long as you don’t age.

But then again:

"Brother, you are really a little genius! Even if you are sick, you can take care of yourself!"

The corners of Yang Mi's mouth twitched.

"Well, yes, yes."

This is when her lover's male self-esteem is at its peak, and she will definitely not belittle him.

not to mention……

Don't say it yet.

It's not bad when the temperature is high.

Thinking of this, she became a little greedy and glanced at her lover's body.

But seeing the sweat from his temples to his neck and chest, after thinking about it, he pulled up the quilt for him, walked out of bed, and came to the floor-to-ceiling window of the bedroom.

With a "click" sound, as the floor-to-ceiling windows opened, the sea breeze with a bit of earthy smell rushed in.

"What are you doing?"

"Get some air, I'm so stuffy."

Yang Mi said, not wanting to go out.

She even ran naked.

It had stopped raining outside, but I could still hear the dripping sound from downspouts or somewhere else.

It's a pity that I can't hear the sound of the waves.

Just as she was about to slip into bed, she suddenly saw her husband pouting towards the TV cabinet.

No communication.

But Yang Mi knew what he wanted.

After taking the cigarette case and lighter and throwing them to him, he got into bed.

His eyes fell on the gray sky and he began to feel dazed.

She wasn't sleepy, and was even a little excited.

The back of the head.

After a "pop" sound, the smell of tobacco began to fill the air.

She glanced at the no-smoking sign on the bedside table, and her mind began to wander.

There must be a smell of smoke in this house, right?

If the smoke detector is triggered, the whole floor will suffer.

Well, there are quite a few rooms on this floor.

If a room is compensated at a rate of 50,000 euros, it is estimated that the compensation will be between 1 and 2 million.

That translates to one to twenty million.

Not bad, I can afford the compensation.

Why don't you just copy Brother Ke's move in "Hell Detective"?

Hold a lighter and light the smoke directly.

Um?

Do I have to go upstairs and throw a cross in the fire water tank in advance?

What is the devil on the seaside like? Octopus essence? Sea eggplant essence?...Sea sausage essence should be very good. Take a knife and cut it into a section, then go back to the house to bake the dough and make stuffing to make dumplings...dumplings stuffed with sea sausage.

It tastes so fresh...

Her thoughts began to tumble and spread.

until……

The voice of my lover sounded in the room:

"I want to try going behind the scenes."

"..."

Yang Mi's eyes, which were half-closed, suddenly widened.

All the tentacles of thoughts returned directly.

What... did he say?

What are you talking about?

She opened her eyes first.

The next second, my hands suddenly came up to prop me up.

At the same time as she pushed herself up, her brain seemed to be unable to react. Her cervical spine was twisted first, and then her head was turned around, and she saw her husband lying on the bed in the shape of "tai".

Now there is no regret like "It's a pity it's not wood".

She just looked straight at her lover who looked up at the sky...

My thoughts were a little confused for a while.

Behind the scenes?

It means... no more movies?

Or...what?

What stimulated this?

I didn't do anything harmful just now, right?

It's over.

It's over, it's over.

I tested a body temperature of 37 degrees Celsius and found something wrong with others?

Her mind was a little confused for a moment.

But out of the corner of my eye, I still saw my husband’s cigarette that seemed to be taking a puff from the moment he lit it.

The ash is a bit long.
To be continued...