Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Perhaps because the silence in the bathroom was too disturbing, the young master cleared his throat, and began to find nothing to say, "By the way, Ah Ying's skin is fair, does it have something to do with the habit of taking milk baths?"

Mu Ying also cleared her throat and said, it doesn't really matter, because she has been white since she was a child.

I like milk baths purely for psychological comfort. I always feel that the skin will become smooth after washing, and the milk is fragrant, so I can sleep better.

The young master smiled and said, "I've smelled the smell of milk on your body before, and thought you got it on yourself from drinking milk."

"Master, have you heard it?"

Mu Ying hasn't used milk recently, not since she married the young master.

As for the distance between her and the young master before she married the young master, when did the young master smell it?

He poured milk on her arm, and continued to massage her gently: "Usually after you take a shower, if you are close to me, I can smell it."

"Then do you like it?" Mu Ying asked with a smile.

"If you don't like it, I won't let you come to my study every night to talk about work..."

Following the young master's words, his thoughts returned to the time when he first moved into his house.

No wonder the young master always called her to the study when she was about to go to bed after taking a shower!

At that time, she could never have imagined that the young master liked the smell of her body, so he was serious about talking about work.

At that time, she was still in unrequited love, and felt that she didn't have a strong sense of existence by the young master's side.

At that time, the young master didn't realize that he liked her...

The young master put his milk-stained hand on her knees: "Put your legs down."

Mu Ying came back to her senses, and met the young master's deep eyes, "Other positions... I can do it myself..."

"Don't be shy, I won't mess around."

Mu Ying bit her lip, believed him for now, and straightened her legs.

But as soon as the young master put his hand on her inner thigh, she quickly bent her knees, "I'll do it myself."

She reached out to get the milk carton, but the young master raised his hand.

"I always do things from the beginning to the end." The young master put his hand on her knee again, and whispered as if bewitching: "Hey, let me do it."

Under his half commanding tone, Mu Ying obediently obeyed.

The young master's hand made Mu Ying's head start to buzz.

Later, the young master also entered the bathtub, and both of them were covered with milk.

The air in the bathroom seemed to have become thinner, and the surroundings were filled with the sweet and milky scent.

After kissing stickily for a while, the young master asked, "Aying, are you alright?"

Mu Ying's face was burning, she pushed his shoulder away, and said with a smile: "No, I'm going to take a shower..."

But the young master followed her to the shower room, and what happened afterward was not up to Ah Ying to decide.

How did she bully the young master just now, and the young master returned everything to her...

The next morning.

Mu Ying woke up from the cold.

When they went to bed last night, both were so tired that they even fell asleep with the windows open.

The temperature in the morning was a little low, and the quilt was a little thin, so Mu Ying wanted to find the young master for warmth.

He turned over, only to find that the other side of the bed was empty.

Mu Ying sat up wrapped in a quilt, and looked at the bedside clock, it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

The young master has the habit of getting up early, so it's really impossible to stay in bed with her until now.

But where has he gone?

Mu Ying's stomach growled, and she decided to get out of bed to find something to eat, and by the way, look for Master Self-discipline.

Since the luggage was still in the hotel, my body was also dirty yesterday, so I wrapped myself in a sheet and went to the cloakroom, trying to find some clothes to wear.

Standing in the open space in the middle of the cloakroom, looking at the clothes in the closet, Mu Ying had a strange illusion, feeling as if she had broken into someone else's house.

Men's clothing is on the left side of the cloakroom, and women's clothing is on the right.

The left side is the young master's clothes, but the right side is not hers.

All the clothes in this cloakroom were bought by her long ago, but they were not bought for herself, but for Xiao Jiu.

And every piece here was hung up by her back and forth.

Now that I think about my feelings at that time, I still feel heartache. At that time, she felt sorry for the young master's infatuation that could not be responded to, and she also felt sorry for her infatuation that he didn't understand.

Mu Ying silently walked to the side where the young master's clothes were hanging, randomly found a big shirt, took it off, and put it on.

When I came to the first floor, I saw the young master standing in the back garden and making a phone call.

Mu Ying pushed open the door and walked into the back garden.

Hearing her voice, the young master turned his head to look at her, frowned, said something to the person on the phone, hung up the phone, and came to her.

"Why are you wearing so little?" The young master said, taking off his cardigan and wrapping it around her.

Mu Ying scratched her hair: "My clothes are all in the hotel."

"Isn't there a lot of clothes in the cloakroom?"

Mu Ying smiled sheepishly, "Is there?"

The young master knocked on her forehead and said, "It was so intense yesterday, did you lose your mind?"

Mu Ying's face became hot, and she stared at him: "Master..."

"Didn't get loose? Did you forget so many clothes in the cloakroom?"

The young master wanted to rub the top of her head again, but Mu Ying avoided his hand, "I'm not very cold either."

"The teeth are starting to chatter, and it's still not cold." The young master said, picked her up horizontally, and led her upstairs.

She didn't refute, and just nestled in the young master's arms obediently.

In the cloakroom upstairs, the young master put her in the open space.

She stood still, and the young master said, "Shall I help you choose a suit?"

Mu Ying shook her head: "No, I can't wear these clothes."

The young master frowned: "Why?"

"It's not my size..." Mu Ying lowered her head.

As soon as the words came out, the air was suddenly quiet. She didn't look up, but she could feel the young master's gaze.

The young master stopped joking or talking to her.

Maybe it's because she thinks she's narrow-minded?

Afterwards, the young master walked to the wardrobe, Mu Ying glanced at him carefully, her face was expressionless, and she felt that she was not very happy.

The young master finally helped her choose a suit of clothes and stuffed them into her hands: "This skirt is one size fits all, let's make do with it first, after lunch, I'll take you to buy clothes."

The young master's voice was very calm, even a little cold.

Mu Ying was a little annoyed, it seemed that she was so narrow-minded...

Maybe she should pretend not to care...

Pursing her lower lip, she quickly looked into the young master's eyes.

His eyes were so deep that she felt guilty, she quickly lowered her head and said, "I need to change clothes, young master, you should go out first."

He was silent for two seconds, walked out of the cloakroom without saying anything.

Seeing the back of the young master leaving quietly, Mu Ying took a deep breath, a good morning was ruined by herself.

Looking at the clothes in the closet again, he thought to himself, anyway, he bought it by himself, so what's wrong with treating it as his own closet.

It's not hypocritical, why can't I hold back!

Well now, it's embarrassing for both of us.

When you realize your mistakes, you have to make up for them quickly.

She made up her mind, and after getting dressed, she went to find the young master, no matter whether he was cold or hot, she threw herself into his arms, and then acted like a baby to him, saying that she and the young master had worked out too hard last night, and her head was too tired. It was shaken apart like egg yolk.

Thinking about acting like a spoiled child to the young master, Mu Ying stroked her bristling hair.

But the atmosphere between the two of them froze, there had to be someone who broke the ice, no matter how gross it was.

When Mu Ying changed her clothes and walked out of the cloakroom, she found the young master waiting outside the door.

As soon as she came out, the young master pulled her into his arms.

Mu Ying blinked her eyes, the situation she imagined was reversed?