Mag firmly believed that Irina was able to reveal this matter calmly because of her trust in him.
Yeah.
Between husband and wife, trust is something stronger than gold and stone.
"If he had been so brave, he would have touched my bed first, and what about the little bitch outside? Haha, man." Irina put down the pen and closed the diary.
After sitting by the bed for a while, Irina got up and went out, opening the door to the next room.
Mag, who was sitting at the desk drawing pictures, heard the sound and turned around in surprise.
Irina was wearing a gauze nightdress, her perfect figure was looming, and her fair face seemed to glow seductively under the warm light.
But looking at her half-smiling expression, Mag felt a little scared.
Could it be that...she regretted it?
After glancing at her left hand and confirming that there was no folding chair there, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Mag asked as he stood up with a smile.
"Why, we are an old married couple, why can't we come to you tonight if we have nothing to do?" Irina asked with a smile. When she turned sideways, the thin gauze skirt slid down a little, revealing a touch of shoulders.
Looking at the delicate collarbone and skin as thick as gelatin, Mag's throat rolled unconsciously.
He had seen so many so-called goddesses and thought that he could treat women with ease.
But in front of Irina, he couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster and become confused and confused.
Like...the feeling of first love?
As if she noticed Mag's abnormality, Irina raised the corners of her mouth slightly, Yingying walked into the room, closed the door smoothly, and locked it with a snap.
Mag glanced at the locked door and then at Irina walking towards him. He felt that something would definitely happen tonight.
Irina walked up to him, only half a meter away from him.
She must have just taken a shower, and her face was still a little rosy. He could smell the fragrance on her body, a faint fragrance of water of life, and a little jasmine. It was a fragrance that made people feel comfortable and wanted to indulge.
Irina raised her head slightly and looked at him, her eyes shining brightly, her face flushed, and her breathing seemed to become a little faster.
The air seemed a bit ambiguous.
"Why, is the Queen shy too?" Mag took half a step forward, their bodies almost touching each other, and said with a bit of teasing.
"No, the queen will never be arranged." Irina reached out and pushed, and Mag fell on the bed, and then leaned forward...
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Today's moon is big, round and soft.
This is the truest thought in his heart when he reaches the top.
The taste is evidenced by poems:
The mandarin duck whispers are whispered, the fragrant breeze is rushing, and the red lips are close to each other.
The fragrant skin is like snow, and the spring light of Luo Shang is released slowly.
The fragrant jade body is said to be gentle, with so much wind and moon.
Tonight the fish and water are harmonious, trembling, and the spring tide cannot stop.
A thousand murmurs, a hundred gasps, several pleasures.
……Note ①
All night long.
The next morning, Mag was woken up by a knock on the door.
Mag sat up from the bed holding her waist and glanced at the beautiful woman beside her who was still sleeping with a satisfied look on her face. She couldn't help but reveal a somewhat proud smile on her face.
"Father, we are going to starve to death..." Amy's voice came from outside the door.
Mag quickly got up and got dressed, pulled the quilt over Irina to cover her long, white legs, and then opened the door and went out.
Looking at Amy and Anna who were guarding the door, he smiled and said, "What, are you all hungry?"
"Um."
The two little guys nodded at the same time.
But Amy poked her little head and looked into Mag's room, and said, "Mother is not in the room. Did she sleep in your place last night?"
"Ah...she said there was a mouse in the room last night, and she was scared so she ran to my room to sleep." Mag quickly closed the door and explained with a smile.
"So you spent the whole night hunting mice and didn't sleep well?" Amy thought thoughtfully, "So you got up late."
"Yes, that's it." Mag held back a smile, accepted the excuse the little guy gave him, and said, "Let her sleep for a while longer, and I'll make breakfast for you."
"Okay!" Amy nodded and followed Mag downstairs obediently.
"A rat?" In the room, Irina opened her eyes and stretched lazily. Her eyes were still a little confused, and she muttered in a low voice: "I don't know how to be gentler..."
Mag made a sumptuous breakfast and specially served a large bowl of soy milk for herself.
Amy went upstairs and asked her mother to come down for dinner.
After a while, Irina came downstairs wearing a long home dress, her steps slightly unnatural.
Mag quickly stood up and helped her pull out the chair, naturally took her hand and helped her sit down.
Irina's fingertips hooked in his palm, and she glared at him with a mixture of resentment and lingering, her delicate appearance was like that of a newlywed wife.
Mag brought a bowl of chicken soup that was very tonic and put it in front of Irina, and said with a smile: "I specially stewed it for you. I added some water of life to replenish it."
"That's what you drink?" Irina glanced at Mag's bowl of soy milk.
"I also have to make up for it." Mag nodded with deep understanding.
Irina seemed to have thought of something, her face immediately turned red, and she glared at Mag.
Mag sat back down with a smile, picked up a fried dough stick and took a bite, then drank two mouthfuls of soy milk. He was also hungry and needed to replenish energy.
After breakfast, Mag cleared away the dishes.
I was overworked last night and all outings today are cancelled. I just want to rest at home for a day.
"Annie's painting is really good, and it's so fast. I've only been out for two or three days, and I've already drawn three picture books." Irina opened Annie's picture book and said with some surprise.
"Yes, she has a pair of hands that are the envy of all cartoonists." Mag nodded with deep understanding. Perhaps this was the cartoonist who had the talent for tentacle monsters.
"By the way, what does that big machine of yours do?" Irina looked at Mag and asked.
"The one who printed the picture book for Annie was a machine that could print color pictures." Mag explained.
"But no one at the factory knows how to use it." Irina shook her head.
"It doesn't matter. I'll go back and operate it myself in two days." Mag didn't trust others to operate it. It was a nuclear-powered printing press. If it exploded due to operating errors, the City of Chaos would really be devastated.
Mag made a pot of tea, poured a cup and put it at hand. He held a book of Abnormal World of Warcraft in his hand and read it leisurely.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
"Who?" Mag turned around.
"The beautiful boss lady who asked you to help her out is here to see you again." Irina said with a half-smile.
"I'll open the door!" Amy jumped off the chair and ran towards the door.
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Note ①: This poem is excerpted from Three Thousand Tang Poems and has nothing to do with Qingyu Jianghu.
