My Wife Is The Final Boss

Time passed, I don't know how many hours passed, maybe one, maybe two.

Xu Changan relaxed and felt helpless.

He was clearly resting at the moment, but he felt very real exhaustion.

He is a toiler.

I don't know when I'll be able to relax.

"Okay, let's go and see... what surprise the girl has prepared for me." Xu Changan raised his head and glanced upstairs.

As soon as he thought of Yun Qian, he felt comfortable all over, as if he had endless energy.

Xu Changan did not rush upstairs, but went to wash his hands first, and then went up the stairs after moistening his fingers in front of the incense burner on the table.

Standing in front of the door of the girl's boudoir, he could hear his racing heartbeat. He lowered his head and put on a frivolous smile in order to cover up his unpromising nervousness.

"Miss, I'm here."

——

"Um."

In the room, Yun Qian's voice came from a short distance away, as if... she had been waiting in front of the door.

Xu Changan pushed open the door and entered, and the moment the door opened, a little warm light from the lamp mixed with a good smell flicked across his cheeks.

"..."

His already rigid fake smile became completely rigid as the scene was exposed, and then... Xu Changan slowly closed his eyes.

what did he see.

Yes, he saw the best scenery in the world, and it was a big white.

The girl is really white.

——

Xu Changan closed his eyes and sighed, and under Yun Qian's dull gaze, he raised his hand and slapped himself.

"Snapped!"

The slap was loud and clear, and he didn't keep his hands at all, and even used his spiritual power.

Soon, a red palm print appeared on Xu Changan's face.

"What...what are you doing?" Yun Qian dragged him across the threshold, and then slender fingers landed on Xu Changan's face, trying to smooth out the blush.

"I deserve it." Xu Changan didn't open his eyes, but he could smell the good smell of Yun Qian's body.

He was not a human being, and he actually acted like a **** in his dream.

"Why?" Yun Qian looked at Xu Chang'an's closed eyes, and knocked down at his clothes.

"Miss wants to hear the truth or lie."

"What is a lie."

"The lie is that I think I'm too much, and I shouldn't think about you like that." Xu Changan sighed.

"The truth." Yun Qian lowered her eyes.

"Truth..." Xu Changan pressed his fingers against his eyebrows, and said very seriously: "Slapped myself, and the lady couldn't tell whether I was blushing because of pain, or whether I was heartbroken."

"Really?" Yun Qian's hand holding the corner of her skirt slowly loosened. She looked at Xu Changan's closed eyes and said calmly, "But you hit the left cheek, but the right cheek turned red."

"Is there such a thing?" Xu Changan raised his hand: "Then I'll make up for it."

"No." Yun Qian held Xu Chang'an's hand and said after being silent for a while, "I thought... you don't like me dressed like this."

"I don't like it? How could I not like it?" Xu Changan thought about Jinghong who he had just seen, and his heart was smashed with a heavy hammer.

"If you like it, just say you like it. I just wore it for you to see." Yun Qian said inexplicably, "Besides...I didn't wear it before."

"It's different." Xu Changan shook his head: "Whether it's a housekeeper or a husband, what a girl wants to do... It's a girl's freedom, I just think it looks good... But this time is different."

Xu Changan opened his eyes, then his face flushed, and he closed it again: "You are not a girl, just my dream."

It doesn't matter what the real Yun Qian wants to do, the dream...is what he imagined, so it is called "cheating" and "practicing".

"Dream……"

Yun Qian was thoughtful, and seemed to understand a little bit. She took a step back and said, "Is it your dream, or my dream?"

"What do you mean?" Xu Changan was startled.

In his heart, rather than talking to Yun Qian at this time, it is better to say that he is talking to his own heart, which is why he has this faint sense of disobedience.

"Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies." Yun Qian recalled the poems Xu Changan had copied.

This is not only his dream, but also his own dream.

"Wang Di's Chunxin cares about the cuckoo?"

Xu Changan replied subconsciously, and then opened his eyes helplessly: "As expected of the young lady in my dream, she will use this method to sophistry. But this trick has no effect on me, I know very well that this is my dream, Miss, I'm afraid you haven't heard of Qingming Dream."

Under the lights, the slender waist is lined with a crimson red waist, the dark splendor moves up, and a long skirt like smoke gauze is under it, showing a slender body.

"I don't understand this." Yun Qian shook her head and asked, "Does it look good?"

"...Good-looking." Xu Changan couldn't lie.

The girl is always reminiscent of the willow branches facing the wind, and even if she wears indiscreet clothes that can only be seen between husband and wife... It can't make people feel the slightest bit of color.

Unclean, it was only his thoughts from beginning to end.

Xu Changan's eyes quickly swept across the veil on Yun Qian's body. Before meeting Yun Qian's gaze, he quickly looked away and looked out the window as if he had never looked at her.

Yun Qian took this scene into her eyes and bit her lower lip lightly.

The atmosphere gradually calmed down.

Originally, in a quiet room, a girl would wear a tulle, and it would be embarrassing if both parties were silent, but... young couples are not included.

"Miss, is this the surprise you want to give me?" Xu Changan's heartbeat reverberated like a drum in his body, causing his ears to gradually heat up.

"Yeah." Yun Qian nodded.

"Isn't it cold?" Xu Changan asked.

"I lit the brazier." Yun Qian pointed to the corner of the room and said calmly, "Two pots."

So it's okay to wear less.

"..." Xu Changan's tone condensed, covering his face.

Yes.

Fang Cai Yunqian was sweating hot in a long dress. He went to ask, but the girl said that it would not be hot after a while... It turned out that she was waiting here.

isn't it?

Wearing so little~www.readwn.com~ is not so hot.

Xu Changan realized one thing.

Atmosphere... here we go.

His undeniable heartbeat, the undeniable beauty of the girl, and...she suddenly dressed like this, what is she doing anyway, otherwise she'll be full?

The faint scent of lotus seeds remained in the air, like a lotus flower blooming in midsummer, Xu Changan felt that she really looked like a butterfly at this moment.

Dreaming butterfly.

I originally thought that I was talking to my heart, but as soon as I opened my eyes and saw the girl, I would unconsciously and involuntarily treat her as the real Yun Qian.

"Miss, are you full? I'll prepare some more lotus seed cake." Xu Changan raised his head and smiled.

Yun Qian shook her head, turned to sit on the double bed, patted the mattress beside her, her lips parted slightly, and her tone seemed to be filled with a bit of resentment: "Do you always want me to say it so clearly?"

"..."