Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Song Qianxi walked into the bathroom and soaked in the jacuzzi.

The appropriate water temperature made her feel comfortable, and the tense muscles all over her body were relaxed. Perhaps Chu Muhan felt at ease when she came back, and her tense nerves were also relaxed. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the overwhelming attack of drowsiness...

"Qianxi? Qianxi!"

Chu Muhan's worried voice came from his sleep.

Song Qianxi opened her eyes in a daze, seeing Chu Muhan's enlarged handsome face, her head was blank for a moment.

The next second, screams erupted in the bathroom.

"what--"

He's dying, why is Chu Muhan in the bathroom?

Didn't she have been seen taking a bath naked?

Song Qianxi pushed Chu Muhan away in panic, got up subconsciously, and was completely exposed to Chu Muhan's gaze. Feeling his hot gaze wandering over her body, she hurriedly crossed her hands in front of her, turned around, and turned her back to Chu Muhan. Mu Han sat down.

That red fruit, the scorching gaze didn't disappear, on the contrary, it tended to intensify.

Song Qianxi does not object to premarital behavior, but it is still traditional in his bones, unable to accept such a big leap without psychological construction, and asked in shame: "You, you, why did you come in?"

Her panicked voice brought back Chu Muhan's thoughts.

He hurriedly looked away, and found that his body had undergone subtle changes. He tried his best to suppress some emotions, and said in a hoarse voice, "You've been soaking for a long time. I called out a few times and you didn't respond, so I came in."

The more you care about a person, the more you worry about the other person's feelings.

Fearing that this matter would touch Song Qianxi's bottom line, Chu Muhan explained, "I didn't mean it."

Song Qianxi covered her face in embarrassment, "You go out first."

"Okay, don't soak in it, it's easy to catch a cold when the water is cold."

After Chu Muhan explained, he took the door and left.

Song Qianxi looked up to the sky and sighed, "Oh my god, it's so embarrassing."

She was ashamed to see Chu Muhan anymore.

She got up and walked out of the bathtub, took out a bathrobe from the cabinet and put it on, her slim figure was reflected in the misty mirror, her cheeks were flushed as if she had drunk wine, and even her neck was flushed.

Song Qianxi patted her cheek and kept doing deep breathing exercises, not knowing how to face Chu Muhan.

"Qian Xi..."

As time passed by, Chu Muhan knocked on the door worriedly seeing that Song Qianxi hadn't come out yet.

Won't fall asleep again?

Song Qianxi trembled from the knock on the door, and replied, "Come out right away."

She breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door and walked out of the bathroom.

Chu Muhan had already changed into a black nightgown, and the neckline of the nightgown was open, revealing a large chest with well-defined texture, with a charming charm, Song Qianxi couldn't help but look straight at him.

Although it is not the first time I have seen it, I have to sigh with emotion, the figure is too good! ! !

Throwing down, it must feel good...

Song Qianxi was frightened by her inner thoughts, my God, she has fallen!

Looking at Song Qianxi's unpredictable little face, Chu Muhan couldn't help laughing, and took out a red velvet brocade box from the suitcase and handed it to Song Qianxi, "Grandpa gave you a gift for transit."

Song Qianxi regained consciousness as if waking up from a dream, took it slowly, and confirmed again: "For me?"

Chu Muhan raised his eyebrows and teased, "Could it be that I have a second woman?"

Song Qianxi: "..."

She opened the gift box, and there was a round jade pendant lying quietly in the gift box, emerald green and crystal clear like a top-quality glass, with an oval colored glaze in the middle, and dragons that symbolized auspiciousness and good luck in China were engraved on both sides of the colored glaze.