Why did the captain still kill the sister-in-law if she was fine? ?
But the tone was a bit strange, making people's ears feel hot.
But he looked at his team leader who seemed to have no intention of explaining.
"Then I'll go back first." Chen Chen could only say.
Maybe the captain didn't think about it himself.
Since there is no conclusion yet, he will still regard Ning Yuan as his sister-in-law, which is what the captain told him.
Rong Zhaonan nodded, watched Chen Chen leave, squeezed out the cigarette butt, turned and entered the room.
After returning to the room, he glanced at the sleeping figure on the bed, then picked up the hot water bottle and washbasin and went directly to the bathroom.
After taking off his clothes, he carefully washed the few dark red stains on his cuffs, and then hung them up neatly.
He saw her handkerchief hanging in the bathroom, and also saw the small note Ning Yuan left for him, asking him to use her handkerchief for emergencies.
Rong Zhaonan hesitated for a moment. When there were no conditions, he didn't care whether he was dirty or not.
If possible, his mysophobia makes him more particular than Ning Yuan, a girl who is not used to using other people's things.
but……
He was silent for a moment and then took off Ning Yuan's handkerchief.
Ning Yuan's handkerchief is made of fine cotton cloth that is specially cut to be larger. It is two circles larger than ordinary handkerchiefs, so it is convenient to use now.
He washed it carefully with cold water first, and then put it on his face to wash it.
The fresh smell of soap and the aroma of Ning Yuan's homemade herbal oil hit her face.
When Rong Zhaonan took the handkerchief off his face, the corners of his cold white eyes that were no longer red turned a little red again.
It seemed that the drunkenness was aroused by the aroma on the veil again, making her a little dizzy.
He frowned and decided not to use hot water at all. Instead, he dipped a handkerchief in cold water and wiped his face and body. In the past, when he was on a mission, it was good to take a cold shower, and he was used to it.
But I don’t know why Ning Yuan’s handkerchief is softer than ordinary cotton handkerchiefs, as if it has been soaked in some kind of grease.
Rubbing it on the body is like rubbing a girl's thin skin.
Rong Zhaonan had a cold face and simply scrubbed his body roughly with a handkerchief, but the more he scrubbed, the more he felt a heat rising from his body, and he became irritable in his heart.
A thin layer of red appeared on his fair face, and there was a violent and ferocious light in his cold eyes.
This is what bothers men the most, they always have... some inexplicable and uncontrollable reactions.
Especially after meeting that rabbit...
Rong Zhaonan stood for a while and closed his eyes. In his mind, she wiped her thin white waist with a handkerchief. He expressionlessly picked up a basin of cold water and poured it on his head.
On a February day, the cold and biting water flowed down his long dark eyelashes, high nose, and landed on his solid chest, well-defined abdominal muscles, and mermaid line, all the way down.
His breathing became hot instead. He closed his blurred eyes stained with fine water, and roughly pressed the soft handkerchief on his body, revealing the veins on the back of his fair hands.
The slightly pale face was stained with a strange and forbearing red color as he moved.
…
Half an hour later, he came out of the shower room covered in cold air and mist, and his expression had returned to coldness.
He was not afraid of the cold. He only wore a loose white shirt on his upper body, with loose buttons, and his undulating chest could be vaguely seen.
Rong Zhaonan walked to the bed and sat down. He took a clean pillow towel and wiped his hair while looking at the girl who was sleeping soundly on the bed.
There was only one quilt on the bed, and the girl on the bed had no intention of leaving a quilt for him.
Rong Zhaonan frowned, bent down and stretched out his hand to pull down the quilt.
It couldn't be pulled at all - Ning Yuan rolled up half of the quilt between her legs and used it as a pillow.
Rong Zhaonan raised his eyebrows, was this short-legged rabbit intentional? Want to occupy the entire quilt? hehe!
He casually hung the pillow towel on the edge, got on the bed, reached out and grabbed the quilt, intending to pull half of the quilt over forcefully.
However, it was of no use. Instead, because he was too strong, he pulled the already petite Ning Yuan over.
He didn't cover himself with half of the quilt, he covered Ning Yuan——
Someone was sleeping in a daze and felt that the soft quilt in his arms had been snatched away. He simply crossed his legs and put his thigh directly on Rong Zhaonan's waist and abdomen.
The soft quilt pillow was gone, and there was a big, hard pillow on the side. The whole thing was a bit cold, but it seemed to be warm somewhere.
Ning Yuan rubbed her knees unconsciously, found a comfortable and warm place, stuffed her knees in and pushed them up.
Well, comfortable!
"Uh-huh-" She muttered drowsily, hugged the pillow and continued to snore.
Rong Zhaonan's expression suddenly turned bad. As soon as the dead rabbit turned over, he pinned down one of his arms.
Her knees and calves were between his legs... and she pushed his legs away in a very aggressive manner.
Then the whole body half pressed against him, "covering" him like a quilt.
"Ning Yuan, get out of here -" He couldn't bear it anymore and cursed her on the forehead through gritted teeth.
In the middle of the night, something buzzed loudly above her head. Ning Yuan was confused and her head was pounding, and she muttered - "Mosquitoes... crush you to death!"
The top of her head hit his sharp chin with a bang, giving him a headbutt!
Rong Zhaonan was hit so hard that he automatically "shut up" and was almost forced to "bite his tongue and commit suicide."
His face suddenly darkened, and he reached out to grab the person in his arms by the neck and throw him away.
However, his hand just touched the back of her head, and the soft, smooth satin touch made him pause.
Ning Yuan was born with long, curly hair that was as natural as satin. She didn't feel anything wrong when braided, but when it was spread out, it was as soft and shiny as curly satin, covering his body.
The girl's soft purr brushed gently against the crook of his neck.
Rong Zhaonan suddenly felt that what was half pressing and half lying on his body was a big rabbit with soft curly hair.
Just like the exotic poodle rabbit he had as a child, it felt soft and warm...
The tip of her nose was filled with the botanical aroma of the essential oils of flowers and plants in her hair. It seemed that being "covered" by someone in this way was not so unbearable.
What's more, Ning Yuan is not heavy, and her waist of 1.7 feet is so thin that it can be broken with just a pinch.
Listening to the girl in his arms breathing small and steady like a small animal.
His cold eyes dimmed, the tip of his tall nose leaned against her forehead, and his other hand pulled down the quilt to cover her and himself.
The man's fingertips were inserted into her curly and soft long hair, slowly stroking and playing with it.
Chen Chen reminded him that if she had a problem, just get rid of her.
but……
If there were nothing wrong with her, he thought—then there would be no need for a divorce.
Anyway, it's nothing to raise this curly short-legged rabbit. He has reached this age, and he should do what he should do.
He was already sleeping with her, so he should be responsible for her.
But he will endure it until his suspicion is removed.
Don't do it to her.
…
Early the next morning, when Ning Yuan gradually woke up, she felt that she had never slept so comfortably in her life.
After a tiring and frightening day, hugging a big satin pillow with constant temperature is silky, touchable and warm. It’s more comfortable than hugging a stove!
She just wanted to hold him and sleep for a while longer.
