"As long as I'm here, no one dares to touch you!"

"Anyone who dares to touch my wife will be beaten to death by me!"

This subconscious tone made Song Ci couldn't help laughing, but he was still very moved inside.

In two lifetimes, Huo Muchen never said "I love you", and she finally heard it!

"Wife, do you love me?"

Huo Muchen stared at Song Ci with his dark eyes.

Song Cixiao rolled her eyes and replied with only one word: "Love."

Hearing this, Huo Muchen smiled, lowered his head and rubbed her cheek again, praising her in a low voice: "My wife is so kind."

"Huo Muchen, you seem to be proud of praising your wife." Song Ci couldn't help but tease.

"My wife is great. If anyone doesn't allow me to praise her, I'll kill them!"

After Huo Muchen finished speaking, he wrapped his hands and feet around Song Ci, like a giant coquettish dog. His dark eyes and soft eyelashes allowed Song Ci to reach out and touch him.

The man narrowed his eyes in a familiar manner, skillfully opened up all Song Ci's sensory nerves with his hands, and reached out to touch the wall lamp. The other hand was not free, he pulled away the quilt, and slowly dragged Song Ci's waist and carried him into the quilt.

.

His long and slender legs pressed hard and touched Song Ci severely. She couldn't help but follow Huo Muchen's wishes and cling to him, but her body couldn't help but move back: "Huo Muchen, you are covered in thick

The smell of alcohol is strong, let me make you some hangover soup."

"Can you? Xiaoci, you are avoiding me from loving you."

Huo Muchen kissed her and replied, his voice so low and smooth that Song Ci almost thought he was pretending to be drunk.

And...don't hurt your wife at this time, okay?

"I didn't escape." Song Ci made a hypocritical excuse: "If you don't drink the hangover soup now, you will have a headache the next morning."

"Don't drink! I just want you!" Huo Muchen was as stubborn as a wolf.

Song Ci raised his head to face him, staring hard at his prey, and suddenly understood a truth.

Even if Huo Muchen is drunk, his fighting power will not decrease, and his laziness that seems drunk but not drunk makes Song Ci unable to figure out which 'Huo Muchen' he is?

"Huo Muchen." Song Ci looked at Huo Muchen nervously, imitating his coaxing tone: "Be good, your smell of alcohol is too strong, you don't feel comfortable holding me in your arms."

"You were quite comfortable before."

"..."

Damn, I won’t serve you anymore. I won’t serve you anymore.

Song Ci punched him on the shoulder with a pink fist and gritted his teeth: "Get up! Don't think you can do whatever you want to me just because you're drunk!"

"Xiao Ci, you are not good, and you are cruel to your husband." Huo Muchen's voice was hoarse and low, with a hint of grievance.

A man who is 1.9 meters tall is acting coquettishly against a man who is over 1.6 meters tall, and he is also eyeing her covetously. He can swallow her up anytime, anywhere, and Song Ci can't stand it.

Song Ci was instantly like a ball of anger, deflated by Huo Muchen's words, allowing Huo Muchen to ignite clusters of restless flames in her body.

"Huo Muchen, you should take a bath. The smell of whiskey is too spicy and the kiss makes me uncomfortable." Song Ci turned his head and panted heavily.

The kiss that Huo Muchen originally placed on her soft lips gently brushed her delicate cheek.

The man frowned, put his hand on her cheek again, and responded quickly: "Baby, you did it on purpose."

Song Ci's face turned red and he could only quibble in embarrassment: "I really didn't mean it, you are too drunk."

Huo Muchen's jawline was tense, and his long, narrow eyes glowed with calculation under the dim light.

He buried his face in her neck and smiled, lowered his head and said softly: "Wash it for me."

"……What?"

"If you don't want to, then I can help you wash it afterward. It's the same thing." Huo Muchen's tone was full of excitement, "I don't mind doing the work for Madam myself."

Song Ci roared in his heart: "I mind, I mind very much! And are the two the same? They are very different!"

She stopped the loss in time, with a flattering and coaxing look in her eyes, twisting the ends of Huo Muchen's black hair: "I'll wash it for you, isn't it okay if I wash it for you?"

Damn it!

He knows how to trick his wife!

"Okay, I'll go hug my wife!"

Huo Muchen opened the quilt with one hand, his white shirt was messy and wrinkled, his tie was loosely hung around his neck, black trousers clung to his muscular legs, his belt was unbuttoned, and he was looking lazy.

Song Ci's face turned red for a moment.

The dim light shrouded his handsome features, creating a charming atmosphere.

He opened the buttons of his shirt to reveal his wheat-colored chest, and walked toward the bathroom with the half-dressed man in his arms.

Click!

The bathroom door is locked.

Song Ci raised his eyebrows: "Huo Muchen, you don't need to lock the door when you take a shower. No one will come in."

Why did she have the feeling that Huo Muchen was afraid of her running away?

Huo Muchen carried her and put her on the sink, while he bent down to fill the water with unusually steady steps.

Song Ci looked at his red ears, his heart pounding like a deer.

Suddenly, he turned his head and stared at her affectionately: "Xiao Ci, call me brother to come and listen?"

Song Ci twitched the corners of his lips, what kind of ridiculous fun is this?

She refused!

Huo Muchen heard her calling him. After adjusting the water temperature, he directly carried the person from the sink into the water without taking off his clothes.

Water splashed out instantly, splashing all over Huo Muchen's body.

"Huo Muchen! We agreed that you should take a bath, not me!" Song Ci looked embarrassed. The hem of her skirt floated to the surface of the water, revealing two thin white legs, which were glowing white in the warm water.

"Xiao Ci, I'm wet."

The man whispered in her ear.

Song Ci was stunned and swollen, and his face suddenly turned red. He pushed Huo Muchen hard: "Come in and take a shower. Hurry up. If you don't take a shower, I won't serve you anymore!"

Damn it, drunk Huo Muchen is so annoying, she should really record it and laugh at Huo Muchen!

"Honey, call me brother?" Huo Muchen sent this sultry breath into her ear.

His kisses trailed down her back, bit by bit.

Song Ci gritted his teeth and endured.

The man buried his face in her neck: "You always called me Brother Shen when you were a child, but you don't remember, eh?"

Damn, I really don’t remember!

But Song Ci obviously discovered that Huo Muchen always made demands when he was drunk. If you don't agree to him, he will torture you very hard!

Song Ci was furious, biting the words: "Brother Shen."

"Not sincere."

"Brother Shen." Song Ci put on a fake smile again and called out to Huo Mu Chen sweetly.

"Still insincere!"

Huo Muchen said again, his tone revealing strong dissatisfaction.

Song Ci took a deep breath and repeated it several times in her heart: "Huo Muchen is her own husband, so just coax her, it's much better than tormenting her harshly in the previous life!"

After being mentally prepared and forcing these words from the bottom of his heart, a blurry figure flashed across his eyes, and Song Ci subconsciously screamed out.

"Brother Shen~"

"good."

Huo Muchen reached out to take off her clothes, but failed to take them off for about two minutes. He only heard the sound of "breaking silk" being torn in the air.
Chapter completed!