Break the ring for her!Paranoid Mr. Huo after marriage, he pinches his waist and pets him

Tang Suiwan only had time to see the video page that suddenly disappeared on the computer.

She paused, hesitated immediately, and asked uncertainly.

"Am I disturbing you?"

"No." Huo Shichuan closed the laptop neatly, and threw the Bluetooth headset he took off on the small table.

On the other hand, he stretched his arms and borrowed strength on the lazy sofa, his waist and abdomen tightened, and he stood up lightly.

He glanced at the dark canvas, and then focused his eyes on the little girl in front of him again.

For the convenience of painting, the waist-length hair was pulled up with a clean brush, and only a few strands fell from the sideburns.

The slender fingers were inevitably rubbed with various paints, and even the old clothes added a few dark marks.

He answered without any hesitation, and Tang Suiwan heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, "It's good that I didn't bother you."

The fingers are full of dark paint rubbed on while painting, and the little girl raised her hands in front of her chest to avoid staining her clothes.

But like a cute little fox, he gently rubbed his head against Huo Shichuan.

"I heard the sound of my aunt putting down the plate. I'll go wash my hands first, and let's go eat."

After receiving Huo Shichuan's nod, Tang Suiwan rolled his eyes with a smile, and left the studio first.

She walked into the bathroom of the second bedroom, put the back of her clean hands against the faucet, and carefully rinsed her hands under the crystal clear running water.

What's more, the fresh paint can be washed away, and the dark blue and dark green colors bloom in the clean white sink.

The paint that was rubbed on at the beginning was more stubborn, and it didn't fall off much after rubbing with fingertips.

Tang Suiwan planned to squeeze some hand sanitizer.

Huo Shichuan appeared at the door of the bathroom with a small bottle of turpentine, and raised the bottle to Tang Suiwan, "Do you want to use this?"

Before Tang Suiwan could answer, he had already walked in the door lazily.

The familiar cold sandalwood hooked lightly on the tip of her nose. Huo Shichuan stood still behind her, and then gently placed the turpentine bottle on the marble countertop.

The glass bottle and the marble touched, making a very light clacking sound.

The whole person was enveloped from behind, Tang Suiwan's heart beat slightly faster, she pursed her lips, and wanted to reach out for it.

The wrist was pressed lightly but not hard.

Tang Suiwan was stunned, and subconsciously raised her eyes to look at the bright mirror.

Huo Shichuan stood behind her, a whole head taller than her.

At this time, his expression was lazy, his long and narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, and most of them were blocked by the loose hair on his forehead, so he couldn't see the expression clearly.

There was a bewitching smile on the corners of the bright red lips.

He was also looking at the mirror, or rather, he was looking at the little girl's sight in the mirror.

The silver ring clanged to the marble countertop.

The bottle was slowly unscrewed, and there was a little beeping sound from the plastic bottle mouth.

The pale yellow turpentine was poured into his wide palm, Huo Shichuan was finally willing to look away, resting his chin on Tang Suiwan's head, he reminded softly, "Low your head."

Tang Suiwan looked down subconsciously.

The palm suddenly felt warm.

It was a hand that was a circle bigger than hers, and put her hands together in the palm of her hand.

The man's knuckle-boned fingers were covered with bright and smooth turpentine, which was still flowing slowly on Ruyu's skin.

With strong fingertips, he separated Tang Suwan's fingers lightly.

Then it logically slid in, pressing the back of the little girl's hand.

Fingers intertwined.

He rubbed slowly, applying turpentine to Tang Suiwan's entire palm bit by bit, and his rounded nails occasionally rubbed gently against the soft flesh of his palm.

Let Tang Suiwan tremble unconsciously, looking at the scene in front of him, his ears blushed inexplicably.

It's just a smear of turpentine, so it feels... such a color.

As if rubbing it for a long time, the fingers were still a little sticky when they separated, and thin silver threads were pulled out in the air.

Very thin and short.

After a pop, it disconnects and disappears.

Tang Suiwan moved his arms, and the tips of his ears were turning crimson at some point.

Even his voice softened, "Why don't I do it myself..."

Huo Shichuan's thick eyebrows were raised slightly, and he was still wiping his hands casually.

The words that came out of his mouth sounded pitiful.

"Why, don't you like me washing your hands every night?"

"...That's not true." Tang Suiwan hesitated to speak.

Why don't you see for yourself.

Are you washing your hands normally and decently?

The fingers were played with over and over again, and the soft fingertips were gently rubbed.

Huo Shichuan touched it for a long time, as if he finally realized what Tang Suiwan meant when he hesitated to speak.

He let go of the little girl's fingers.

Then hook back and click on the palm part.

"There's still some paint here." He bowed slightly, and put his lips next to Tang Suwan's ear.

The warm breath stirred the thin and fine hair on the tip of the ear.

It also made the little girl purse her lips tightly, her eyelashes trembling violently.

If it wasn't for her hands being firmly imprisoned, she would definitely touch and rub her hands to dispel the tingling.

"I'll wash it for Wanwan."

As if seeing the result he wanted, Huo Shichuan's low and mellow voice was filled with a smile, and even his chest vibrated slightly.

The fingers stained with turpentine were slippery, and when they entangled with each other, the heat was transferred, as if a small fire was ignited, and it burned from the palm to the body.

Tang Sui Wan only felt that his body was going limp, and he couldn't help leaning back, leaning back softly with all the weight of his body.

Because he knew that Huo Shichuan behind him would be able to catch her steadily.

Kneaded from the root of the palm to the fingertips, hooked and wrapped around the tender palm.

The dark pigment loosens and gradually smudges under the dissolution of turpentine, spreading colorful colors on the fair skin.

Huo Shichuan narrowed his eyes and glanced at Tang Suiwan.

The tips of the ears were flushed, and the cheeks were pink.

Even the pupils became wet.

He gave a low laugh, breathing lightly, neither light nor heavy.

Like a scorching prairie fire, the throbbing in the chest increased more and more.

The bathroom was too quiet, except for the shallow breathing of the two overlapping each other, there was only the gurgling sound of entangled fingers covered in turpentine.

very light.

And extremely subtle.

"Are you ready?" Tang Suiwan couldn't help urging in a low voice.

The fingertips that were slightly cold after holding the paintbrush for too long, were all tainted with scorching heat in such a tight entanglement.

Because of the movement of leaning back, she seemed to be trapped in an embrace overflowing with cold sandalwood. There was no point of focus, and she could only sink deeper and deeper.

Huo Shichuan's voice was low and slow, with a hint of laughter at the end.

"All right."

The faucet was turned on, and clear water gushed out in an instant.

Huo Shichuan held the soft fox paws, leaned forward slightly, and put his hands under the gurgling water.

The creamy turpentine was washed away along with the dull pigments, gradually revealing the fair skin tone.

It's just that I don't know if it's because of rubbing it for too long, but there is still a very light pink feeling on the tender white hands.

Huo Shichuan seemed extremely patient, kneading and washing the little hands in his palms, and then turned off the tap in satisfaction.

He supported the fox paw with one palm, and pulled out a single cotton towel from the box beside him.

Then use a clean cotton towel to absorb the water droplets on Tang Suiwan's palm little by little.

The earnest look with drooping eyes and eyebrows seems to be working on a big project.

After being tossed and kneaded for a long time, even Tang Suiwan's fingertips were so weak that they could only rest softly on Huo Shichuan's palm.

Her eyes were moist, and her tone was delicate, subconsciously carrying a bit of coquettish reproach.

"How can you wash your hands like this—"

Huo Shichuan raised his eyebrows lightly, and said slowly, "Is this not good for me?"

He suddenly bowed his head and under Tang Suiwan's surprised gaze, his long eyelashes drooped, covering his dark pupils.

The lips gently touch the soft fingertips.

"—I think it's very fragrant."