The newly married reborn cold-faced boss dotes on his delicate wife

Li Changpu looked puzzled, with lust still in his eyes, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Tingxia stood up, dragged the chair, and made a noise, "Take a shower first."

She arranged, "I'll wash first, and then you go wash."

After saying that, she left like a light butterfly and rummaged through the closet for a change of clothes to wear for taking a bath.

Li Changpu's left arm was resting on the chair where Jiang Tingxia had just sat. His sleeves were rolled up, and the winding blue veins on his dark-skinned forearm seemed unable to be restrained and were about to break out of the ground.

Jiang Tingxia took some clothes and said hello to him, "I'm leaving."

He looked at the impetuous Jiang Tingxia, maintaining the same action as before, and smiled helplessly, "Go ahead."

Before leaving, Jiang Tingxia passed by the dining table and pointed to the messy table. "Please clean up here."

Then he bent down and pecked Li Changpu's left cheek quickly, looking at him with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work."

Li Changpu raised his eyebrows, looked at Jiang Tingxia's jumping back, covered his face and smiled, savored it for a moment, stood up, and went to clean up the mess on the table with a smile on his face.

Jiang Tingxia dried her body with a towel, and picked up the burgundy suspender nightgown beside her with her fingers that had turned pink from being soaked in hot water. She couldn't help but blush and her heart beat fast. The dress suited her skin tone, and it was thin and exposed a lot of skin, which was suitable for today.

Jiang Tingxia put her clothes on and told herself that there was nothing to be shy about. She only wanted to be with Li Changpu about such a private matter.

Besides, she was looking forward to him.

Jiang Tingxia put her hand over her heart. The book said that this was both painful and joyful. After reading so many words, she still couldn't imagine what that feeling was.

Jiang Tingxia pushed open the door and a gust of cold air blew in. Fortunately, she was wearing Li Changpu's military coat, which was very thick and had a hat, so she didn't feel cold at all.

Li Changpu stood in the middle of the room, staring at Jiang Tingxia as she walked towards him. She was wrapped in her own clothes, making her look even more petite and cuter.

Jiang Tingxia took a look around the room and saw that the bedding had been made out and two pillows were pressed close together.

Jiang Tingxia leaned against the edge of the kang and said, "Go wash."

Li Changpu walked over but did not open the door. Instead, he walked towards her, put his arms around her slender waist, and was so close that his breath sprayed on Jiang Tingxia's face.

His voice was hoarse, "I washed it during the day."

"Don't waste time."

He had been so busy these days that he had no time to wash up. He was afraid that Jiang Tingxia would despise him when he got home, so he took a serious bath in the bathhouse and used soap three times.

His hot body temperature made Jiang Tingxia tremble slightly, but she refused to let go and pushed his hard chest, "Go ahead."

Li Changpu showed disappointment, and then heard Jiang Tingxia's unnaturally soft voice, "I'm waiting for you."

Li Changpu was so confused by her coaxing that he let her go and went out.

"I'll be back soon."

When he came back from taking a shower, Jiang Tingxia had taken off her thick coat and was sitting in bed wearing a silk dress, wiping her hair with a towel.

A hint of white neck can be vaguely seen among the long black hair.

Li Changpu took a look and felt hot all over. Even though he was only wearing a white vest, he was still extremely hot in this winter.

He took off his shoes, got on the kang, and knelt down next to Jiang Tingxia.

Jiang Tingxia had been turning her back to him since he entered the room, without saying a word.

Li Changpu reached out and held down the towel she was using to wipe her hair, "I'll wipe it for you."

Jiang Tingxia turned sideways to him, loosened her hand, and let his fingers shuttle through her hair.

Her hair was slightly damp and felt cool to the touch, but he was even hotter.

Li Changpu wiped Jiang Tingxia's hair carefully. He knew that he was a rough man with strong hands. He was afraid of hurting Jiang Tingxia, so he did not dare to use force and served her carefully.

Time passed slowly, and Jiang Tingxia suddenly heard Li Changpu's voice, "Done."

He added, "The hair is dry."

Jiang Tingxia reached out and touched her hair, "Yeah."

Then she felt Li Changpu slowly gathering her hair behind her head. Without the covering of her hair, Jiang Tingxia could see Li Changpu's movements out of the corner of her eye.

He reached out his hands, cupped her face, turned her around, and kissed her.

Jiang Tingxia was so nervous that she closed her eyes. She felt her body being supported by him, and then a force pushed her backwards.

She lay down and felt her lips were empty. She opened her eyes and saw Li Changpu looking at her.

He crossed his arms, grasped the hem of his vest, and lifted it up, revealing his tanned chest.

Jiang Tingxia then saw that he had many wounds on his body. She was surprised and unconsciously reached out and gently stroked an old wound on his arm.

Li Changpu was about to lean over to her, but when he saw Jiang Tingxia staring at the wounds on his body, he couldn't help but want to cover them with his hands, "These are all wounds from a long time ago."

He felt a little uncomfortable, "It doesn't look good."

Jiang Tingxia is a person who would throw away immediately if his favorite teacup even got a crack from a knock on it, because he thinks it is unsightly. Such a person who loves beauty would think he is ugly.

Li Changpu moved his lips and stood up to leave, "I'll turn off the lights, don't scare you."

Jiang Tingxia didn't let him leave. She reached out and held his arm, asking him to come closer to her. When he bent down, she put her arms around his neck and raised her head to kiss the scar on his shoulder.

"Don't turn off the light. I want to watch you."

Hearing Jiang Tingxia say this, Li Changpu's heart was filled with tenderness and his body was filled with strength.

Jiang Tingxia's skirt was as red as fire, and it was piled up at her waist. Her consciousness was a little fuzzy. In the haze, the only thing left in her eyes was Li Changpu, whose face kept shaking with the light from the roof.

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Li Changpu hugged Jiang Tingxia, and slowly, his fingers traced her slender collarbone in a dishonest manner. Jiang Tingxia lay limply in his arms, not wanting to move. But when she felt that he had thoughts again, she gathered the last bit of her strength and rolled out of his arms.

Li Changpu, who was full of interest just now, suddenly changed his tone when he realized Jiang Tingxia was avoiding him.

He was a little aggrieved and nervous, "Did I do something wrong?"

This was only their first night together, and he was afraid that Jiang Tingxia would be disappointed in him.

Before Jiang Henxia could answer, he added, "I'm too tired."

"Wait until I'm done with my rest."

Hearing him say this, Jiang Tingxia, who was lying on the side, burst out laughing. She was amused by the way he was trying to make fun of her.

Looking at Li Changpu who seemed a little at a loss, Jiang Tingxia felt soft in his heart.

Li Changpu felt much better after calming down, and Jiang Tingxia didn't find him as annoying as before.

She rolled back into his arms, gently bit his red ear, and gave him affirmation at the right time, "You are very good."

She said softly, "Hold me and sleep for a while, I'm so tired."