Fu Jingchuan didn't seem to expect to meet her. His eyes stopped on her bare shoulders, then moved away, and he turned slightly sideways.
"Why are you still up so late?" Fu Jingchuan asked without looking at her.
"I've been sleeping for a while, I just woke up." Shiyang replied softly, trying to keep his tone steady, and the hand that was covering his chest moved uncomfortably while wiping his hair.
Although she and Fu Jingchuan have been married for two years and have done more intimate things, they are not familiar with each other. In addition, they have not seen each other for two years. This scene still makes Shiyang feel extremely uncomfortable.
Fortunately, Fu Jingchuan is tougher than he is tonight, but his upbringing is still there.
He didn't look at her, just said "yes" and went to the living room.
Shi Yang didn't dare to stay any longer, so he opened the bedroom door and hurried in.
When the door closed, the person let out a big breath, his heart was still beating hard, and the hand on his shoulder unconsciously grabbed the shoulder strap and lifted it up.
In fact, she had never dressed so coolly in front of Fu Jingchuan.
She and Fu Jingchuan had a very abnormal and strange relationship. They were obviously warm and passionate in bed, but after the passion faded, they both returned to their usual self-respect and politeness, maintaining their decency and poise in front of each other. side.
She only wears this kind of small suspender belt when she lives alone. She doesn't think it's sexy or anything, she just thinks it's comfortable and convenient to wear.
Although she was prepared to accompany her in the hospital this time, she also thought about going to a hotel to stay for a while. Such pajamas were easy to clean, and she didn't expect to take them directly to the bathroom because she had fallen asleep just now.
Shiyang looked at himself in the mirror and felt extremely uncomfortable when he thought of the scene where he bumped into Fu Jingchuan just now, and he couldn't help but twitch.
The clothes actually fit me.
The burgundy satin design makes the skin extra white and translucent.
The length of the skirt only reached mid-thigh, and the waistline fit her waistline perfectly.
Shiyang's waist is very slender, her hips are straight, and her waist-to-hip ratio is good. Wearing such a close-fitting sexy pajamas clearly outlines the curves of her body, especially the pajamas with a V-neck design, which makes her chest rise and fall. The lines are bright and dark.
Seeing the gully on his chest and thinking of the scene when he suddenly opened the door and bumped into Fu Jingchuan, Shiyang felt a little more uncomfortable.
She lifted up her pajamas and then turned her attention to her long, wet hair. She wiped it with a dry hair towel. She turned around and looked around the room, only to find that there was no hair dryer in the room. Electric fan.
Shiyang's hair is long and thick, and it takes a long time to dry it. There is no way to wait for it to dry naturally.
Shiyang hesitated for a while, found a thin coat, put it on and tied it up. Then he carefully opened the door and saw the living room with lights on and Fu Jingchuan fetching water by the water dispenser.
Fu Jingchuan was also looking back at her.
Shiyang was embarrassed: "Um...do you have a hair dryer at home?"
Fu Jingchuan pointed to the master bedroom bathroom: "There is a bathroom in the master bedroom."
Shiyang hesitantly glanced at Fu Jingchuan's room. His bedroom was a bit too private, and according to Fu Jingchuan's habit, the hair dryer in the bathroom was most likely fixed.
Quietly in Fu Jingchuan's bathroom in the dead of night...
Shiyang felt that the psychological pressure was a bit high.
Fu Jingchuan saw the hesitation on her face and raised his eyebrows: "Don't you dare to go in?"
The person has finished collecting the water and is holding the water glass with one hand, sipping the water in small sips.
The rising water vapor covered his entire face in the mist, making his expression unreal.
Shiyang shook his head slightly: "No. I'm afraid it will affect your rest. It will take a long time to dry your hair."
She raised her hand and smoothed her still wet hair: "It's okay, it's quite windy outside. Open the window and blow it dry. I'll go back to the room first, and you should go to bed early."
As he turned around to leave, his shoulder was suddenly grabbed.
Shiyang looked back at Fu Jingchuan in confusion.
Fu Jingchuan had put down the water glass and looked at her: "When do you plan to blow it at night?"
After saying that, the hand that pressed her shoulder was slightly harder, and Shiyang was pushed towards his bedroom.
The master bedroom bathroom is on the left side of the master bedroom door.
As soon as he entered the room, Fu Jingchuan pushed her into the bathroom and asked her to stand still in front of the makeup mirror. His palms were still pressed on her shoulders to prevent her from moving. He had already taken the hair dryer with his other hand and gently touched it with his thumb. , hot air poured out from the air outlet with the sound of wind blowing, and landed on Shiyang's sensitive scalp.
Shi Yang instinctively shrank.
Fu Jingchuan's palm released from her shoulders and instead fell on her scalp that was blown by the hot wind. His fingertips rubbed it gently. The warm touch of skin against skin made Shiyang's body tense slightly.
Fu Jingchuan also noticed it, glanced at her, relaxed the palms on his scalp slightly, and lifted the roots of her hair instead.
Shi Yang, who lost his shackles, subconsciously turned around and wanted to take the hair dryer: "I'll do it myself."
Fu Jingchuan pushed away her extended hand: "Let me do it, you can blow it for as long as you want."
Shiyang didn't dare to persist anymore.
Fu Jingchuan is very skilled in blow-drying his hair.
When they were still together, Fu Jingchuan happened to be there when she was washing her hair late at night. He used to take the hair dryer and blow dry her hair, and he didn't talk too much. Just like now, he just looked at her. After taking off the hair towel to dry her hair, he automatically walked over and took the hair dryer from her hand. He said "I'll do it" and took over the job of drying her hair.
There was no communication during the whole process. After drying, she turned off the hair dryer, smoothed her hair with the palm of her hand, and ended all communication with a "Okay".
Same now.
When drying the ends of the hair, the palms inserted in Shiyang's hair skillfully tested the degree of dryness and wetness. After making sure it was completely dry, Fu Jingchuan's hand pressed down on the switch of the hair dryer, making a "whirring" sound. The hair dryer also stopped.
"Okay." Fu Jingchuan said, and put the hair dryer back into the booth.
"Thanks."
Shiyang thanked her softly, instinctively grabbing her hair and tucking it behind her shoulders. The thin coat wrapped around her hair opened slightly as she tufted her hair, revealing the burgundy sling underneath and a large area of snow-white skin on her chest. The softness undulated slightly as she raised her arms, and the bulges under the thin fabric could be vaguely seen.
Fu Jingchuan tilted his head slightly.
Shiyang didn't notice it and just combed his tangled hair with his fingers.
Fu Jingchuan glanced at her, coughed slightly, then grabbed the collar of her coat with both hands and crossed them forcefully, closing the originally wide open collar.
"..." Shiyang realized belatedly that he had gone out, and his face turned red. A large red cloud spread quickly from his cheeks to his ears. His eyelids were drooped and he did not dare to look at Fu Jingchuan.
Fu Jingchuan looked at the blush on her cheeks and the awkward look in her eyes. He slowly stopped gathering her clothes and looked at her with his dark eyes.
When she noticed Fu Jingchuan's pause, Shiyang raised his head subconsciously and met Fu Jingchuan's dark eyes.
His pupils were dark and deep, like an abyss in the dark night, bottomless but capable of swallowing people up.
Shiyang was so familiar with this look in his eyes, and his heartbeat accelerated slightly because of the increasingly intense ink in his dark eyes, completely uncontrollable.
"I... will go back first..." She said with difficulty, then turned to leave.
Fu Jingchuan suddenly took her arm, and his other hand slid neatly and quickly from her ear into her hair, holding the back of her head. He lowered her head and kissed her hard.
