I, Qing Huan

Nan Yang hugged Qing Huan and walked slowly to the bathroom.

She sat her down on a small stool, went to the bathtub by herself, and put her fingers under the faucet to test the water temperature. When releasing the water, she added some bubble bath to the bottom.

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

The dream just now seemed to be reproduced before her eyes, so real, every sword she cut down seemed to be able to clearly feel the slight resistance of the blade across Nanyang's flesh and blood. Why does she have such a dream? Could it be that after seeing the scar on Nanyang's lower abdomen, I imagined some stories?

She simply opened her mouth and asked, "How did you get the scars on your stomach?"

Nan Yang's back stiffened.

After a while, she chuckled and said, "It's nothing, it's all my retribution."

"You... are you..." Qing Huan hesitated a little, not knowing how to say the word properly, "Is it a black club..."

Nan Yang's lips twitched, interrupting her: "No."

"Then how can you get such an injury?" Qing Huan frowned. She was very worried about Nanyang's body. "Now in a society under the rule of law, no one has such scars on their bodies. What happened to you? Why? Can't you tell me?"

Why didn't you tell her.

Didn’t you just talk about it the last time you ate hot pot?

You cut it.

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

Qing Huan could hear her changing the subject, knowing she didn't want to say it. Maybe there is a past that can't bear to look back. Since Nanyang doesn't want to mention it anymore, why should she ask any more. Everyone will have secrets that they don't want to mention. She can't offend others repeatedly because of her curiosity, even if she is her wife.

Nanyang leaned against the tiled wall on one side 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 for a long time, she nodded.

Immediately afterwards, she immediately shook her head.

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

Nan Yang understood her thoughts, and said: "Then I will go out first, you take off your clothes and lie in the water, wait until the bubbles cover your body, I will come in again, OK?"

Qing Huan nodded.

Nan Yang let out a hum, wiped his hands on the towel on the railing, and went out of the bathroom without rush, and closed the door.

Qing Huan took off her clothes, making her face redder every time she took off. After she took it off, she carefully lay down in the bathtub, immersing herself in the white bubbles below her shoulders.

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

Suddenly, she raised her hand and dialed the bubbles far away.

"I'm done!" she whispered to the door, her face and neck hot.

Nanyang unscrewed the door and walked in, dragging the stool that Qinghuan had just sat on, and sat beside the bathtub. She pulled the black hair that reached her waist behind her ears, unbuttoned her wrist shirt, 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 outside, which could not attract too much reverie. Moreover, three thousand years ago, Nanyang bathed her many times, from when she was seven years old, until she grew up slowly.

No matter what time it was, Qing Huan liked to bathe for her so much. She still remembers the seven-year-old Qing Huan holding her new clothes naked and begging her to help her take a bath. As a result, the affairs were too complicated, and she was fascinated by it, and gradually forgot about it. Qing Huan waited for her two hours with her bare bottom. That night, she helped her in the bath, and she also suffered from the cold. The next day, Qing Huan had a high fever all day.

Nan Yang thought of this and couldn't help but twitched his lips.

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

Nanyang took the bath flower, squeezed some shower gel on it, kneaded it evenly, and gently rubbed the shoulder of Qinghuan with the bubble bath flower: "Nothing, I think you are cute."

lovely?

Qing Huan frowned.

She glanced at her chest, which had deliberately waved the bubbles.

lovely? Shouldn't it be sexy?

Nan Yang picked up her long curly hair hanging behind her shoulders, and moved forward to let them all fall on Qing Huan's chest. The only thing that could be faintly exposed was also covered up.

The soft bath flowers were placed on her thin back and rubbed gently. With such a pure strength, without a little bit of affair and personal affection, it is really just cleaning up carefully for oneself.

It seems that I think too much.

Nanyang wiped it very carefully and gently. With her subtle movements, Qing Huan slowly began to feel sleepy again. She hadn't slept for long, and she had such a terrible dream. Before she finished drinking, she took a dip in the warm pool and 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 her hand to catch her chin, without telling her to choke in the bath water.

Sigh gently.

At the age of twenty-four, she is still a child.

Nan Yang put the bath flower in the water, reached out with both arms, hugged Qing Huan's back and legs, and fished her out of the water. When the water came out, the splashing water wet Nan Yang's clothes and pants, but she didn't care, even her eyes didn't stop too much on the naked woman in her arms. She looked ahead, carried Qing Huan back to the bedroom, put it on the bed, and took a bath towel to help her clean it.

When helping Qinghuan to wipe her body, although she tried her best to maintain her decent and gentleman style, she still couldn't help but hang around in some places. When she realized that she had rubbed a certain area for three minutes, her face blushed to the base of her neck, and she immediately stopped her Qi Nian, closed her eyes, and waited for the desire to subside before continuing.

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

Nanyang went to the bathroom to turn off the light and cleaned up the water-stained floor. She turned off the light in the bedroom again, closed the door, and returned to the bed, sleeping on the wet side.

In the darkness, she stared at the sleeping face in front of her eyes, her fingers lifted up, trying to touch her eyebrows.

But after all, he didn't touch it.

Turning his fingertips, he encircled Qing Huan's back. She leaned forward, hugged Qing Huan tightly through the quilt, and buried her face in the ends of her hair that was not dry.

It was past zero, and the sound of fireworks and firecrackers outside the window rang dullly through the window, and the bell tower in the distance struck twelve loud bells. On New Year’s Eve, everyone hasn’t slept yet, some are gathering together to play mahjong, some are in pairs to watch the fireworks, and some people eat late at the New Year’s Eve and are still drinking at the table, and more are watching TV set and the host of the Spring Festival Gala together in the New Year's Eve family. I'm afraid that few people fall asleep so early like them.

Nan Yang rubbed Qinghuan's curly hair with the tip of her nose, and murmured 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.

.

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

Qing Huan woke up in a daze, she was in a daze for a while, only to realize that she was not wearing clothes and was wrapped in a quilt. Turning his head slightly, he saw Nan Yang's sleeping face close at hand.

Nan Yang didn't have a quilt on her body, she just hugged herself tightly across the quilt, her face buried in her hair. When she fell asleep, her eyelashes were especially long, and her uncurled eyelashes lay down on the lower eyelid, as beautiful as painted.

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

Qing Huan watched for a long time, and finally couldn't help it, leaning forward and kissing her long eyelashes.

How about kissing only the eyelashes.

She went down naturally, gently kissed Nanyang's lips, and gently bit her teeth on her lower lip, then stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked the bite.

Nan Yang seemed to kiss sweetly. I don’t know if I usually eat too much sweets, and my skin smells sweet.

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

Qing Huan was taken aback, and took a back seat, staring blankly at the cold woman who suddenly frowned in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, she coughed a few more times, half of her eyes opened slowly, and her eyes were sickly red.

"Morning." Nan Yang said, his voice dull and hoarse.

"You, are you sick?" Qing Huan immediately noticed the problem. The light in the room was dim. She didn't even notice Nan Yang's lips were a little pale just now, "Is it a cold?"

"It's okay." Nanyang obviously had a cold, and his voice was too dumb.

"Why don't you cover the quilt?" Qing Huan was a little angry, "It's pretty tight for me, and I don't even cover the corner of the quilt." Then she would lift the quilt and cover Nanyang.

Nanyang held her hand.

"Don't," Nan Yang squinted and shook his head, "You are not wearing any clothes."

Qing Huan was taken aback, her legs moved under the quilt, and she felt her skin rub against the soft quilt, and her face started to flush again.

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

Nanyang let go of Qing Huan, getting out of bed was a bit slow. She pressed her left hand to her temple, and a dazzling splash-like scar on the inside of her wrist was still so obvious in the dim environment.

She left the bedroom and closed the door tenderly.

Qing Huan stayed for a while before getting up from the bed and putting on clean clothes.

When she was looking for a sweater on the bedside, she accidentally flipped her pillow, and then a big red envelope appeared unexpectedly.

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

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

The red envelope has been squeezed to its limit, and the seal has even been broken a little. The thick stacks of red banknotes are arranged crowdedly inside, and they are carefully stacked. She squeezed her fingers into the gap and pulled out the stack of bills little by little. When halfway through, a small piece of paper slipped out of it and landed on the quilt.

Qing Huan put down the half-taken banknotes, picked up the small piece of paper, and opened it.

When she saw the three crooked words on it, a bright smile appeared on her lips.

-"New Year's Money."