The mobile phone vibrated slightly, and he glanced at the information that was Zhao Nuan's gossip, [How about sisters, did you live together on the wedding night!] Color, color, color】

Rong Yan turned over with his mobile phone in his hand, and slept on the edge facing the window.

She ignored the few emojis behind her and answered truthfully, [Spend the night in the old mansion. 】

Zhao Nuan: [Then I won't bother you, the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold! ] 】

Rong Yan: [Don't think about it, I'm still menstruating, and it's safe tonight.] 】

Zhao Nuan: [That's okay, there are other ways to deepen understanding. 】

Again, "deepen understanding".

Rong Yan felt scared now whether she saw or heard these words, and every time Wen Jingchu said these words to her, she kissed her fiercely.

Rong Yan couldn't help but tremble.

But Wen Jingchu shouldn't be, he is still very self-denying and polite in general.

But the two are already husband and wife!

Smoke is crazy, even if you do something, it is legal and reasonable.

Although I was scared in my heart, I still had a hard mouth, [No, he won't, I'm not ready. 】

He won't...... bar.

Zhao Nuan continued to reply in seconds: [Sister, don't underestimate men, I bet on a pack of spicy strips, your husband will definitely not be able to bear it. 】

With such a fair-skinned, beautiful and long-legged wife lying beside him, Zhao Nuan didn't believe that there would be a man who could resist the temptation.

Unless he is Yanagishita Megumi, he can be like water and sit still.

Rong Yan became even more flustered after reading Zhao Nuan's information, and turned over twice in a row.

When he turned over, the skirt moved up half with the movement, and he lay on the same bed with Wen Jingchu for the first time, and he was still wearing a nightdress.

It is estimated that he saw her wearing a nightdress at Rong's house last night, so he prepared a nightdress for her, no pajamas and pajamas.

She pulled the hem of her skirt down, and when she felt that it was not enough, she ripped it open, flattened it, and pressed it.

Still thinking about how to reply to Zhao Nuan's words, suddenly, Rong Yan heard the movement of opening the door, was startled, hurriedly stuffed the phone under the pillow, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Wen Jingchu was holding a gray half-dried towel in his hand, a hair dryer was in the bedroom, and his freshly washed hair was only wiped with a towel a few times.

The broken hair on his forehead hung down, Wen Jingchu was dressed in black satin pajamas, raised his hand to flick the short hair on his head, and came out of it.

Eyes fall on the raised piece of the bed, how do you like to sleep with your head covered?

Wen Jingchu shouted in a soft voice, "Rong Yan." ”

No response.

Wen Jingchu walked over with a step on his legs, bent down and raised his hand to lift the quilt on her head, and saw that her eyes were closed.

Fell asleep.

Pretty fast to fall asleep.

After covering her with the quilt, the man glanced at the hair dryer on the side of the sofa, and instead of going over to get it, he continued to wipe his undried hair with a towel.

Wen Jingchu just wanted to turn off the lights in the room, but when he raised his foot, he heard the sound of the mobile phone vibrating under Rong Yan's pillow.

Cautiously reached over to help her take out the phone and put it away, but before her hand reached over, Rong Yan moved and pressed her head on the place where the phone was placed.

Wen Jingchu lowered his head again, stared at her tightly with black eyes for a while, and saw the slender curly eyelashes of the girl who had fallen asleep on the bed fluttered gently.

The man hooked his lips and laughed silently.

Rong Yan could feel the man's crisp breath close at hand, and her whole body was tense, almost unable to hold it.

Just when she wanted to give up pretending to be asleep and open her eyes, she felt that warm breath gradually moving away from her, and then heard Wen Jingchu's footsteps leaving.

Click.

Wen Jingchu turned off the light, and the room fell into darkness.

Rong Yan quietly opened his eyes, only to see the dim halo of light from the courtyard downstairs falling into the room through the windowsill.

She also breathed a deep sigh of relief.

She regretted it when she first pretended to be asleep, what if she was found out by Wen Jingchu?

Would he think too much, would he think that she didn't like his closeness?

Rong Yan bit his lower lip lightly, feeling a little annoyed, but it was a subconscious action at that time.

I was also a little afraid of what Zhao Nuan said, and I was a little nervous when I shared the bed for the first time.

Contradiction.

She heard movement on the other side of the bed, and the man lifted the quilt lightly, and there was no extra movement after lying down.

The night was uneventful.

Rong Yan also slept very well this night, she woke up early in the morning, looked sideways, and there was a long distance between her and Wen Jingchu.

The man slept peacefully, a little less cold than usual.

While Wen Jingchu was still asleep with his eyes closed, Rong Yan looked at him a little unscrupulously, Wen Jingchu looked handsome at the top, his eyebrows were like green peaks, his eyebrows were deep, the bridge of his nose was also very straight, his lips were just thin, and his bones were good.

The temperament of the body is even more outstanding, and the successors cultivated by Grandpa Wen and Uncle Wen have been strictly educated since they were children, and their upbringing and conduct are excellent.

Her grandfather never praised people easily, but he was very satisfied with Wen Jingchu.

For so many years, she really hasn't seen a boy more handsome and better than him, so that she has never met someone who can be seen in her studies for so many years.

The person she met when she was young was amazing, and luckily, this person is now her husband.

As long as she and Wen Jingchu have been doing well, in married life, she has nothing to be dissatisfied.

Rong Yan looked at it for a while, and when he saw him open his eyes leisurely, he shifted his gaze.

Wen Jingchu looked sideways, his voice was hoarse and lazy, "Wake up, how did you sleep, did you recognize the bed?" ”

"I slept well."

He cared so much that Rong Yan felt even more guilty about pretending to sleep and hiding from him last night.

After a moment of silence, Rong Yan said with a little apology, "Wen Jingchu, I ...... last night Actually, I didn't fall asleep at first. ”

Wen Jingchu chuckled lightly, reached out and rubbed her long fluffy and silky hair, "I know, but you have to tell me what you are worried about or afraid of in the future." ”

He looked at her quietly, "We are husband and wife, you can tell me anything you want, and I will respect all your ideas." ”

Rong Yan was stunned for a moment and nodded, "I remember." She propped herself up and lay down on Wen Jingchu's side, reaching out to hug his waist, "I want to hug you." ”

With warm nephrite in his arms, Wen Jingchu smiled in a dumb voice, "Mrs. Wen, if you were like this last night, I might really not be able to control it." ”

Rong Yan: "......"

The woman he loved slept beside him, fearing that she was afraid, and God knows how hard he had to restrain himself from hugging her.

Rong Yan's hand suddenly froze, and it was still wrapped around the man's lean waist.

I was moved for a while.

Wen Jingchu's eyes were doting on a smile, and he chuckled a few times, and his chest shook with the ups and downs.

He reached out and pinched Rong Yan's small nose, "Mrs. Wen, I am a normal man, it is normal to have that kind of thought about you, but I will respect your wishes, not to mention your special day, what do you think I can do to you?" ”

Rong Yan was dumbfounded.

"I, I didn't mean that."

She simply turned her face down and didn't look at him.

"I'm not afraid of getting stuffy." , Wen Jingchu smiled and straightened her face, "I'll go wash first, it's still early, you can sleep for a while." ”

After speaking, Wen Jingchu lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Rong Yan looked at his back, retracted his gaze, and looked up at the ceiling of Bai Huahua and sighed.

is still not enough to cultivate himself, unlike Wen Jingchu, who can be serious and flirtatious without changing his face.