Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Wen Qingyue took clothes for him from the closet, and took a pair of black boxers from a pile of folded underwear in the drawer and threw them to him.

She threw the ground with her back to him, and didn't pay attention to the angle, the boxers directly covered Fu Han's face.

Fu Han: "..."

"You wear it yourself." Wen Qingyue still couldn't convince herself to dress him, she really couldn't resist that hormonal male body.

After talking, he went into the bathroom to wash up.

Hearing the sound of water in the bathroom, Fu Han smiled, and changed into the clothes she had chosen.

In the bathroom, Wen Qingyue stood in front of the sink and watched as she poured two handfuls of water on her face, trying to let the temperature off her face.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her face was covered with water stains, the water slid down her cheeks, and her eyes also slid down. She saw an ambiguous bite mark on her Adam's apple, and the temperature that had just subsided swept over her face immediately.

Fu Han, who was overwhelmed with the same temperature, said last night that he would give her an explanation about Liu Nanchen.

Her thoughts gradually drifted away, and suddenly the bathroom door was pushed open from the outside, pulling her thoughts back, and when she turned her head to look, the man was wearing only a pair of boxers, met her gaze, and walked in very naturally and calmly.

Wen Qingyue's eyes swept down from his abdominal muscles uncontrollably, then quickly turned her head away as if she was being burned, and shouted, "Can you put on your clothes?"

Fu Han took her reaction into his eyes and said calmly, "Hands are numb."

"..."

The corners of Wen Qingyue's mouth twitched slightly, not bothering to talk to this man who was cold on the outside and coquettish on the inside, she took her toothbrush and squeezed the toothpaste without looking sideways.

Just as she was about to put down the toothpaste, the black toothbrush of the same model stretched out in front of her. The man said in a hoarse voice, "Wait a minute, squeeze some for me."

Wen Qingyue looked at the man in the mirror, and handed him the toothpaste directly: "Do it yourself."

Fu Han stiffly moved the arm that was no longer numb, and squinted at her with his eyebrows lightly frowned, "Being numb by someone all night, I can't move."

Wen Qingyue squeezed toothpaste on him resignedly, and grinned with the standard eight-teeth smile for service industry personnel, "Master, please use it!"

Zizizi, the electric toothbrush rang at the same time, Wen Qingyue looked at the two of them brushing their teeth side by side with a couple toothbrush and a cup in the mirror, and felt a strange feeling in her heart that she had never felt before.

It's been a few days since she moved in, but this is the first time she washes up with Fu Han.

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, Wen Qingyue wiped her face with a washcloth and said, "I've finished washing, you take your time."

She turned to leave, but Fu Han said, "Wait, help me shave."

Wen Qingyue: "?"

Fu Hanmei fired twice and hammered his arm, "Hand is numb, do you know how heavy your head is? If you sleep on it all night, this hand will be useless."

"..."

Wen Qingyue kneaded the face towel into a ball, gritted her teeth and whined, "It's okay, please stop talking, I was wrong, I was wrong! I'm here to serve you!"

As a result, Wen Qingyue, who was "sinful and sinful", was forced to stay as a maid to serve Fu Han to shave his beard.

Wen Qingyue picked up the beard cleansing foam on the sink and squeezed it into her hands, then turned around and wiped it on his chin, but Fu Han was too tall, it was a bit difficult for her to reach out and raise her head.

"You bend over, bow your head..."

The man directly stretched out his hand to hook her waist, and pulled him closer to let her wipe it on. Wen Qingyue blinked, ignoring the momentary heartbeat brought by the sudden approach, and carefully wiped the foam on him.

Fu Han looked down at her serious appearance and felt her clumsy movements.

After wiping off the foam, Wen Qingyue took the razor sideways. Before she could get the razor, the man suddenly approached and kissed her on the cheek. She was so startled that she hid back, but couldn't dodge, and the foam was still sticking to her face.

Wen Qingyue touched the foam on her cheeks, her heart was beating a little fast, but she warned seriously, "Mr. Fu, I'm serious about serving you. If you make any more moves, I won't serve you anymore."

Seeing her sudden showmanship, Fu Han raised his eyebrows, and remained silent.

After shaving, 10 minutes passed. Wen Qingyue put down the razor, and her hands had never felt so sore. "It turns out that men are so troublesome to shave, and they are too tired."

It was the first time she shaved for someone, and she was very careful for fear of scratching. In addition, Fu Han was a head taller than her, so he raised his hand very sorely.

While complaining, Wen Qingyue took a towel and wiped off the foam residue around her mouth. Fu Han also reached out to help her clean the foam on her cheeks. Their eyes met inadvertently, and he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her.

Warm lips touched, Wen Qingyue was stunned for a moment, she was in a daze, Fu Han held her face and deepened the kiss, tender and lingering, Wen Qingyue couldn't help but indulge in it, responding, entangled.

They exchanged breath with each other, the sweetness of peach spread in the mouth, it was peach-flavored toothpaste, which she picked.

Seeing that the atmosphere was about to turn sour, Wen Qingyue hurriedly pressed his hand, panting and said, "No way!"

Prostitution during the day, lightning strikes from the sky!

"Just for a while, I feel bad." Fu Han whispered in her ear to ask for her opinion.

The low gasp made her face flushed, but she firmly refused, "No...that's another price."

As soon as Wen Qingyue finished speaking, she wanted to slap herself in the face, but at this moment she was shrewd.

Fu Han put his arms around her and smiled: "Okay, all the money is yours."

"..."

Wen Qingyue moved her hands on his chest muscles, felt the good texture, and said with a straight face, "If you say no, you can't do it. How much bad money is so great? You can't afford it, my girl. "

Woohoo, being rich is really amazing.

Fu Han stared at her, and said somewhat distraughtly, "Then I'll stick to it."

The hand around her waist lifted her up a bit, so she almost leaned against him on the tiptoes, and her freshly shaved chin rubbed against the delicate skin of her neck, itching a bit.

"do not want!"

She pushed, he hugged, her feet moved and turned, her waist rested on the sink, in front of him was the sink behind, she couldn't go back and forth, like ants in a hot pot, meat on a chopping board.

The weather is getting colder, she plans to wear a pullover today, but the sweater has not been put on yet, she only wears a close-fitting half-neck inner layer, and the hem is tucked into the slit denim skirt, but at this moment, the man pulled it out, his hands are doing anything wrong , she took a quick breath, and shouted eagerly at the critical moment: "Fu Han...don't push yourself too far."

Wouldn't it kill her to do it again?

"It's not the first time." He pushed his feet a lot, but he still didn't force it. He just touched her, kissed her lips, cheeks, nose tip, and earlobe, and then whispered in her ear like a baby : "Yueyue, I feel uncomfortable, you provoked me, you have to help me."

It was extremely shameless to say this.

Wen Qingyue's breathing became disordered, and she scolded through gritted teeth: "You are the one who kissed and hugged yourself, and you deserve the pain, you should solve it yourself."

She broke away his hand and wanted to escape, but his big hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her down. The temperature on her scalding face soared instantly, and she stared at him in shame.

Fu Han pressed on her, and a muffled groan sounded in his ears, "Use your hands."

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