I, Qinghuan

Nan Yang picked up Qing Huan and walked slowly to the bathroom.

She put her on a small stool and sat down, went to the bathtub to fill in the water, and stretched her fingers under the faucet to test the water temperature.While running the water, she also added some bubble bath to the bottom.

Qing Huan obediently sat on the small bench, hugged her knees, and looked at Nan Yang's back foolishly.

The dream just now seemed to be replaying in front of her eyes, so real, every sword she slashed, she seemed to be able to clearly feel the slight resistance of the blade across Nan Yang's flesh and blood.Why would she have such a dream?Could it be that because of looking at the scar on Nan Yang's lower abdomen, he imagined some stories?

She simply asked directly, "How did you get those scars on your stomach?"

Nan Yang's back froze for a moment.

After a while, she chuckled lightly and said, "It's nothing, it's all the retribution I deserve."

"You...Are you..." Qing Huan hesitated a little, not knowing how to say that word properly, "Are you a gangster..."

The corner of Nan Yang's lips twitched, and she interrupted: "No."

"Then how could you get such a scar on your body?" Qing Huan frowned, she was very worried about Nan Yang's body, "Nowadays is a society ruled by law, no one has such a horrible scar on his body, what happened to you? Why? Can't tell me?"

Why didn't I tell her.

Didn't I say that when I ate hot pot last time?

It was you who cut it.

Nan Yang just smiled, turned off the faucet, and swung the back of his hand back and forth in the water a few times to make sure that the water temperature was just right and the bubbles were dense.She straightened up, her fingertips were still dripping water: "Come and wash, the water is ready."

Qing Huan could hear her changing the subject and knew she didn't want to talk.Maybe there really is a past that is unbearable to look back on. Since Nan Yang doesn't want to mention it again, why should she press her again.Everyone has secrets that they don't want to mention, and she can't offend others because of her curiosity, even if she is her wife.

Nan Yang leaned against the tiled wall and looked down at her: "Do you really want me to wash it for you?"

Qing Huan's face turned red all at once, and after a long time, she nodded.

Immediately afterwards, she shook her head again.

She wanted Nan Yang to help her wash, but she was afraid that she would be completely exposed to Nan Yang's sight.She longed for further intimacy, but she couldn't help being shy.

Nan Yang understood her thoughts and said, "Then I'll go out first, you take off your clothes and lie in the water, and I'll come in after the bubbles cover your body, okay?"

Qing Huan nodded.

Nan Yang hummed, wiped his hands in the towel on the railing, walked out of the bathroom unhurriedly, and closed the door behind him.

Qing Huan took off her clothes, her face turned redder each time she took off her clothes.After taking off, she lay down carefully in the bathtub, completely submerging herself in the white bubbles from the shoulders down.

She stared at the bubble on her chest for a while.

Suddenly, she raised her hand and flicked the bubbles away.

"I'm fine!" she shouted towards the door in a soft voice, her face and neck were hot.

Nan Yang unscrewed the door and walked in, dragging the small stool that Qing Huan had just sat on, and sat beside the bathtub.She pushed her waist-length black hair behind her ears, unbuttoned her shirt at her wrists, and rolled her sleeves up behind her elbows.

Qing Huan was basically hidden in the white bubble, with only a little shoulder and face exposed, which could not arouse too much reverie.Besides, 3000 years ago, Nan Yang bathed her many times, from the time she was seven years old to the time she grew up.

No matter what time it is, Qing Huan likes to bathe her so much.She still remembered the seven-year-old Qing Huan with her bare buttocks hugging her new clothes and begging her to help her take a bath. She was busy dealing with the North Penalty Affairs and asked Qing Huan to wait.As a result, the affairs were too complicated, and she was obsessed with handling them, and gradually forgot about it.Qing Huan just waited for her for two hours with her little butt naked.I helped her take a bath that night, and she suffered from the cold. The next day, Qing Huan had a high fever all day long.

Thinking of this, Nan Yang couldn't help curling the corners of his lips.

Seeing her smiling, Qing Huan blushed and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Nan Yang took the bath flower, squeezed some shower gel on it, kneaded it evenly, and gently wiped Qing Huan's shoulder with the bath flower covered in bubbles: "It's nothing, I think you are cute."

cute?

Qing Huan frowned.

She took another look at her chest where she deliberately waved Bubbles away.

cute?Shouldn't it be sexy?

Nan Yang picked up her long curly hair hanging behind her shoulders, and flicked it forward so that it all fell on Qing Huan's chest.Now the only point that can be vaguely exposed is also tightly covered.

The soft bath flower was placed on her thin back, rubbing it gently.Such a pure strength, without a little bit of lust and personal affection, is really just cleaning up carefully for myself.

It seems that I think too much.

Nan Yang rubbed very carefully and gently. With her small movements bit by bit, Qing Huan slowly began to feel sleepy again.She didn't sleep for a long time just now, and she had such a terrible dream. Before the alcohol was over, she took a dip in the warm water pool, and she wanted to sleep even more.

And the back is itchy, so comfortable.

Go to sleep.

She will take care of herself.

The moment she fell asleep, Nan Yang raised his hand to catch her chin, preventing her from choking into the bath water.

Sigh slightly.

At the age of 24, she is still a child.

Nan Yang put Yuhua into the water, stretched out her arms, hugged Qing Huan's back and legs, and fished her out of the water.When the water came out, the splashed water wet Nan Yang's clothes, but she didn't care, and she didn't even linger too much on the naked woman in her arms.She looked ahead, carried Qing Huan back to the bedroom, put her on the bed, and took a bath towel to help her clean.

When helping Qing Huan wipe her body, even though she tried her best to maintain her upright manner, she still couldn't help lingering in some places.When she realized that she had rubbed a certain part for 3 minutes, her face turned red to the base of her neck, she immediately stopped her thoughts, closed her eyes, and continued after the desires subsided.

After drying off, she picked her up again, placed her on the other side that was not wet with water, and wrapped her tightly with a quilt.

Nan Yang went to the bathroom to turn off the light, and tidied up the water-stained floor.She turned off the bedroom light again, closed the door, and went back to bed, sleeping on the wet side.

In the darkness, she stared intently at the sleeping face in front of her, and raised her finger, wanting to touch the center of her brow.

But after all, I still didn't touch it.

With a twist of her fingertips, she looped her back around Qinghuan's back.She leaned forward, hugged Qing Huan tightly through the quilt, and buried her face in her wet hair.

It was already past zero, and the sound of fireworks and firecrackers outside the window rang dully through the window, and the bell tower in the distance struck twelve loud bells.On New Year’s Eve, everyone is still awake. Some gather to play mahjong, some go to watch the fireworks in pairs, and some eat late for the New Year’s Eve dinner and are still drinking at the table. The TV set and the host of the Spring Festival Gala celebrate New Year's Eve together.I'm afraid there are very few people who fall asleep as early as they do.

Nan Yang rubbed Qing Huan's curly hair with the tip of her nose, and whispered softly in her ear:

"Happy New Year."

She paused, and continued in a softer voice:

"In the new year, love me well."

She kissed her hair and closed her eyes.

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The next day, the morning of New Year's Day.

Qinghuan woke up in a daze, she was in a trance for a while, and then realized that she was naked and wrapped in a quilt.Turning his head slightly, he saw Nan Yang's sleeping face close at hand.

Nan Yang was not covered with a quilt, she just hugged herself tightly through the quilt, her face buried in her hair.When she was asleep, her eyelashes looked especially long, and the uncurled eyelashes fell smoothly on the lower eyelids, as beautiful as if they were painted on.

She is so pretty.No matter how many times you look at it, you will never get tired of seeing this face.

Qing Huan looked at it for a long time, and finally couldn't help it, and leaned forward to kiss the slender eyelashes.

How can it be enough to just kiss the eyelashes?

She naturally went down, kissed Nan Yang's lips lightly, bit her lower lip tenderly with her teeth, and then stuck out the tip of her tongue to lick the place where she had bitten.

Nan Yang's kiss seemed sweet.I don't know if it's because I eat too much sweets, and the skin smells sweet.

While kissing carefully, a muffled cough suddenly came out of Nan Yang's throat.

Qing Huan was startled for a little bit, and she hid back, staring blankly at the cold woman in front of her who suddenly frowned.

Immediately afterwards, she coughed a few more times, half of her eyes slowly opened, and there was a sickly redness in her eyes.

"Morning." Nan Yang said with a dull and hoarse voice.

"You, are you sick?" Qing Huan immediately discovered the problem, the room was dimly lit, and she didn't notice that Nan Yang's lips were pale just now, "Did you catch a cold?"

"It's okay." Nan Yang obviously had a cold, and his voice was hoarse.

"Why don't you cover the quilt?" Qing Huan was a little annoyed, "It was covered quite tightly for me, and I didn't even cover a corner of the quilt." Then, she was about to lift off the quilt and cover Nan Yang.

Nan Yang held her hand down.

"No," Nan Yang squinted and shook his head, "You're not wearing any clothes."

Qing Huan froze for a moment, moved her legs under the quilt, felt her skin rubbing against the soft quilt, and her face began to turn red again.

"I'll go to the bathroom first, you put on your clothes, and I'll come in later."

Nan Yang let go of Qing Huan, getting out of bed slowly.She pressed her temple with her left hand, and there was a glaring splash-like scar on the inside of her wrist, which was still so obvious in the dim environment.

She left the bedroom and thoughtfully closed the door behind her.

Qing Huan stayed in a daze for a while, then got up from the bed, took clean clothes and put them on.

When she was looking for a sweater by the bed, she inadvertently flipped her pillow, and immediately, a big red envelope appeared in front of her unexpectedly.

A very, very thick red packet, as thick as a brick.

She opened her eyes in surprise, picked up the red envelope, opened the seal and looked inside.

The red envelope had been stuffed to the limit, and the seal had even been torn a little. A thick stack of red banknotes was crowded inside and stacked meticulously.With difficulty, she stuffed her fingers into the gap and pulled out the stack of banknotes bit by bit. Halfway through, a small note slipped out and landed on the quilt.

Qing Huan put down the half-drawn banknote, picked up the small note, and opened it.

After she saw the crooked three words on it, a bright smile could not help but appear on her lips.

——"New Year's money."