After making the bed again, Leng Yan looked at it with satisfaction, his lips curving into a pleasing arc.
Hmm, this is what a couple should be like. It looks cozy, it feels like a home.
Removing his tie, Leng Yan sat at the edge of the bed, his pupils contracting sharply at the few scattered items on the bedside table.
A red backless lace dress, a purple delicately embroidered dudou, a white-cheongsam with pink lace...
Each piece wasn’t particularly exaggerated, seemingly conservative, but because of its suggestive modesty, it left room for the imagination.
Casually picking one up, he could almost imagine Wen Nuan wearing it, her graceful body coyly revealing a myriad of allure.
The smile in his eyes unwittingly spread slowly across his face.
But... why would she buy these?
From what he knew, in their marital life, the most she gave him other than comfort was shyness. Could it be his little wife suddenly changed today?
Confused, Leng Yan couldn’t help but glance a few times toward the bathroom door, suddenly realizing a very important issue.
The light was on, yet there wasn’t a sound...
Leng Yan stood up and gently knocked on the bathroom door.
Unexpectedly, it was very quiet inside, still without a sound, which made Leng Yan feel a bit anxious: "Nuannuan..."
Still not a sound, the quiet made him somewhat nervous. Recently, there was news about someone nearly drowning after falling asleep in a bathtub.
He called out a few more times, still receiving no response, his unease growing stronger. Normally calm, he now had a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead.
He couldn’t imagine what Wen Nuan looked like inside, and the door was locked from the inside and wouldn’t open. He quickly took a key from the drawer to open the door. What he saw inside made him breathe a long sigh of relief, looking at her with a mix of laughter and tears.
Her dark hair was tied up, not a bit wet, yet she was deep asleep, a faint smile at the corners of her mouth, as if dreaming of something happy.
Sleeping like a porcelain doll, only two arms visible, the rest submerged in the white foam, exuding an ultimate sensuality.
Perhaps because of just seeing the nosebleed-inducing lingerie, a warm sensation spread in Leng Yan’s lower abdomen. He took a deep breath and crouched down beside her.
He touched the water temperature, it was set to constant temperature, very suitable, finally putting his mind at ease. Lightly patting her exposed shoulder: "Nuannuan, wake up."
"Mmh, let me sleep a little longer, Tong Xi, stop teasing, I’m so sleepy."
Wen Nuan waved her hand to swat away the hand on her shoulder, frowning slightly, mumbling in rejection.
She was dreaming, dreaming she was still studying in France. After a day of crazy fun with Tong Xi over the weekend, she stayed over at her house, wanting to sleep in until the morning, but Tong Xi insisted on waking her up to go shopping.
She didn’t want to, she wanted to keep sleeping, sleep beautifully. She was so sleepy, it seemed like she hadn’t slept well in a long time.
Seeing her adorably furrowed brows made Leng Yan unable to hold back his laughter and he patted her again: "Wen Nuan, get up."
This time, the pat was a bit stronger, her muddled mind finally hearing the voice by her ear, opening her eyes abruptly and turning around. Her face flushed red: "You... go out, I’ll rinse off and come out."
"Okay, I’ll wait for you on the bed," Leng Yan straightened up, speaking calmly. But inside, he mischievously thought, should he bring in a piece for her to change into as a tease, or have her put on one piece at a time for him to see?