He entered a wealthy family by mistake

Room 49

When Haman came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he saw 49 packing his suitcase and hanging all his clothes in the closet.

Haman looked at 49 in confusion. He could come by himself, but 49 would do it for him every time.

Does he think I can't do anything because I'm a noble?

Haman seriously doubted 49 and thought he was an idiot in life.

"It's washed."

49 hung up the last piece of clothing and closed the closet door just in time to see Haman standing at the bathroom door looking at him. He walked towards him, picked him up and kissed him.

At this time, Haman was wearing wet long blond hair and an off-white rabbit ear nightgown, which was fragrant and soft.

"I can take care of it myself."

Haman said, looking down at 49 who was hugging him.

"I'll just come."

49 rubbed Haman's head and carried Haman to the sofa. After putting Haman down, he went to the bathroom to find a hairdryer.

Because he was not familiar with this place, 49 could only rummage around. Fortunately, there was a hairdryer in the bathroom cabinet.

He took the hairdryer out of the bathroom, walked to the sofa and looked at the wall again. He opened the curtains and saw the socket underneath.

He inserted the hair dryer, turned it on, and tested the heat with his palm before adjusting it, as if he was afraid of burning Haman.

Haman, who was sitting obediently on the sofa with his hands on his thighs, took in all this and looked at 49 with his beautiful light golden eyes. He was as fluffy and strange as a golden bunny. Take a handful.

He is so gentle and does everything by himself.

After dating 49, Haman always felt that he was being treated like a flower in the greenhouse by 49, and he was not allowed to do anything except take a bath.

If he hadn't been afraid that I would be tired and didn't want to trouble me, he would probably even take a shower for me.

Hamana looked at 49 with more and more embarrassment, and his face turned slightly red.

49, who was testing the temperature of the hairdryer, didn't notice this. He stood in front of Haman and lightly licked Haman's hair with his fingers, blowing it as gently as possible.

Haman sat obediently like a good baby, lowering his head and playing with his fingers, his face turning red again.

Because he could clearly feel 49's fingers loosening the base of his head, becoming more gentle every time.

These are the big hands he likes, and they are now blowing his hair considerately.

Fortunately, 49 didn't know that Haman only had eyes for his hands, otherwise he would have been jealous again.

When the hair blowing came to an end, 49 became more and more gentle. For fear that Haman's long hair would get tangled, he kept combing it with his fingers, and the hairdryer blew gently as the hair swayed.

After blowing for about seven or eight minutes, I turned off the hair dryer, packed it up and put it back in the bathroom. After a while, I could hear the sound of him taking a shower.

Haman sat on the sofa and waited for 49, looking here and there.

Because the sofa was next to a large window, Haman could see roses all over the courtyard when he looked out, swaying gently in the wind, and filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Haman knelt on the sofa and leaned against the window sill. With his long, smooth light blond hair and a big bunny ears nightgown, he looked out in a cute manner and stretched out his hand to feel the cool breeze.

It has only been almost three months since he returned to China, but he feels a little strange. Maybe it's because he is at Oren's house instead of his own home, and he doesn't have a sense of belonging.

Originally, Haman wanted to take 49 home directly, but everyone came to Oren's house. Haman was embarrassed to only take 49 away, so he followed 49 to Oren's house.

"Father and mother should be anxious. If I had known, I wouldn't have told them about my return so early."

Haman blamed himself a little. When he set out this morning, he sent a text message to his parents, saying that he would return to China today. His parents were very happy, but he broke his promise.

"What are you looking at?"

49 A voice suddenly sounded behind Haman, and the person who sat on the sofa pinched Haman's waist lying on the window sill.

Haman looked back at 49. He was wearing a black nightgown as always, with a slightly open neckline revealing his strong abdominal muscles. There was a nice scent of shower gel on his body, and he had a slight smile on his face with deep eyes, which was very good-looking.

49 patted his thigh and asked Haman to sit down and not lie down.

Haman sat on 49's lap without hesitation, looking up at 49 all the time.

He thinks 49 is very good-looking. Although the husbands around him are all very handsome, 49 is a different kind of handsome to him, the kind of handsome that can make him confused and fascinated.

49, who was being stared at by Haman, curved his lips, reached out and gently stroked Haman's white face with his fingers, looking in a good mood.

He is smiling. Is he happy?

Haman looked at 49 in confusion. His light golden eyes were almost crystal clear, showing innocence that had not been contaminated by any worldly things.

49 lowered his head and kissed Haman, slowly getting closer to each other.

Haman, who was sitting in the M position, was not frightened. He raised his head slightly and opened his mouth. His long hair slowly slid down his back, soft and soft.

After the kiss ended, Haman looked up at 49 while taking a sip of hot air. His face was slightly red, and even his breathing was so cute.

If it weren't for the fear that Haman couldn't bear it, 49 would have already started moving at this time. His wife was too tempting.

"Well, I should be the one to do the packing. All the wives in country D do this." Haman looked at 49 and said softly.

"You don't have to do anything. The men in our country H all like to take care of their wives. Just do as the Romans do."

49 reached out and pinned the long hair that fell off Haman's cheeks behind his ears, revealing his small white ears.

Even the ears are cute.

49 pinched Haman's earlobe, which was so thin that it seemed to transmit light.

Haman allowed 49 to play with his ears without stopping him. What he was thinking in his heart was that he was marrying to Country H and he shouldn't always worry about the rules of Country D, so 49 could just take care of him and he would accept it.

"Would you like to take a nap? You didn't get much sleep last night."

"Ah."

Haman nodded obediently and took the initiative to hug 49's neck with both hands.

49 easily picked up Haman with one hand, kissed him and walked to the big bed, and took a nap with Haman. Even if the sky fell, it was not as important as sleeping with his wife.