"As long as I'm around, no one dares to touch you!"
"Anyone who dares to even touch my wife, I'll shoot them all to death!"
This subconscious tone of voice made Song Zhi unable to help but laugh out loud, but her heart was still full of emotion.
In two lifetimes, Huo Mou Shen had never said 'I love you', and she had finally heard it!
"Wife, do you love me?"
Huo Moushen's dark eyes gaze at Song Zhi.
Song Zhi smiles and curves her eyes, returning only one word: "Love."
At these words, Huo Mou Shen smiles, lowers his head and rubs her cheeks again, lowly complimenting her, "My wife is so nice."
"Huo Mou Shen, you seem to take pride in praising your wife." Song Zhi couldn't help but tease.
"My wife is good, whoever doesn't allow me to praise her, I'll get him killed!"
Huo Mou Shen finished, his hands and feet wrapped around Song Zhi, like a giant pampered big dog, his black eyes softening his eyelashes for Song Zhi to reach out and touch.
The man squinted his eyes familiarly, his hands skillfully picking apart all of Song Zhi's sensory nerves, reaching out to touch the wall lamp, and his other hand wasn't idle, ripping open the quilt and slowly dragging Song Zhi's waistline to carry him under the quilt.
His long and slender legs oppressively made Song Zhi be touched fiercely, she couldn't help but follow Huo Mushan's wishes to climb over him, but her body couldn't help but move backward, "Huo Mushan, you're covered in a strong odor of alcohol, I'll go make you a decongestant soup."
"Will you? Xiaozhu, you're running away from me hurting you."
Huo Mushen kissed her as he went to reply, his voice so low and smooth that Song Ru almost thought he was pretending to be drunk.
And ...... don't undermine your wife at times like this, okay?
"I didn't run away." Song Zhi hypocritically pulled an excuse: "If you don't drink the sobering soup now, you'll have a headache the next morning."
"Don't drink it! I want you just fine!" Huo Mu Shen was as stubborn as a wolf.
Song Zhi tilted her head to meet the forcefulness of his stare at his prey and suddenly realized a truth.
Even if Huo Muxian was drunk, his fighting strength still wouldn't diminish, and his seemingly drunken lethargy made Song Zhi unable to figure out which 'Huo Muxian' he really was.
"Huo Mushan." Song Zhi nervously looked at Huo Muk Shen, learning his tone of coaxing her, "Be good, the smell of alcohol on your body is too severe, it's not comfortable for you to hug me."
"You were quite comfortable before."
Nima, no more serving no more serving.
Song Zhi pounded a pink fist on his shoulder and gritted her teeth, "Get up! Don't think that just because you're drunk that you can do whatever you want to me!"
"Xiao Ru, you're not good, and you're being mean to your husband." Huo Mo Shen's voice is mute and low, laced with hints of aggression.
A one-meter-nine man pouting at a one-meter-six-something, and also a man who was eyeing her and could swallow her in one bite anytime, anywhere, Song Zhi was a bit overwhelmed ah.
Song Zhi was instantly like a ball of gas, poked and deflated by a few words from Huo Mou Shen, allowing Huo Mou Shen to ignite a cluster of restless flames in her body.
"Huo Moushen, you always need to take a shower. The smell of whiskey is too pungent, and the kisses are killing me." Song Zhi inclined her head, panting heavily.
Huo Mou Shen's kisses that had originally landed on her soft lips gently brushed her delicate cheeks.
The man furrowed his brows, one hand slabbing across her cheek again, and again reacting back as quickly as possible, "Baby, you're doing this on purpose."
Song Zhi's face dries red, and she can only awkwardly weasel out, "I really didn't do it on purpose, your alcohol breath is too severe."
Huo Mushen tightens his jawline, his long, urging eyes glowing with a calculating light under the shroud of the dim light.
He buries his face into the nape of her neck to smother a smile, and lowers his head to gently say, "You wash it for me."
"If you don't want to, then I'll help you wash it afterward, it's the same." Huo Mou Shen's tone is full of seductive heart and liver trembling, "I don't mind personally working for the lady."
Song Zhi roared wildly in her heart, "I mind, I mind very much! And are the two the same! Very different!"
She stops in time, and with pleasing and coaxing eyes, she twists the tips of Huo Mu Shen's black hair, "I'll help you wash it, I'll help you wash it, okay?"
Just will set up the wife!
"Okay, I'll carry my wife!"
Huo Mushen lifts the quilt with one hand, his white shirt is messy and wrinkled, his tie is loosely worn around his neck, his black suit pants are attached to his muscular legs, his belt is unbuckled, and the whole person is lethargic.
Song Zhi's face flushed red for a moment.
The dim light shrouded his handsome features, giving birth to a charming atmosphere.
He opened the buttons of his shirt to reveal his wheat-colored chest, holding the half-unclothed person toward the bathroom.
The bathroom door fell locked.
Song Zhi raised an eyebrow, "Huo Mou Shen, you don't need to lock the door to take a shower, no one will come in."
Why does she have the vestigial feeling that Huo Mou Shen is afraid of her escaping?
Huo Muchen hugged her and placed her on the sink while he bent over to put water on with unusually steady steps.
Song Zhi looked at his reddened ears, her heart thumping like a deer.
Suddenly, he turned his head and gazed at her affectionately, "Xiao Ru, call out brother to hear?"
Song Ru tugged at the corner of her lips, what kind of nifty fun is this?
Huo Muchen didn't hear her call herself, and after adjusting the water temperature, he directly carried the person from the sink to the water, not even taking off his clothes.
The water instantly swings out and splashes Huo Mou Shen all over.
"Huo Mu Shen! It was agreed that it was you who took a bath, not me!" Song Ru embarrassed her face as her skirt fluttered to the surface of the water, revealing two thin white legs that glowed white right in the warm water.
"Xiao Ru, it's wet."
The man's low hoarse voice covered her ear.
Song Zhi was stunned and swollen for a moment, and in an instant, her face exploded red and she pushed Huo Mou Shen hard: "Come in and take a bath, hurry up, if you don't wash, I won't serve you!"
Nima Nima, drunken Huo Mou Shen really pestering, she really should record a good laugh at Huo Mou Shen!
"Wife, call me brother to listen?" Huo Muchen sends this tantalizing breath towards her ear.
His kisses, trailing down her back, fall little by little.
Song Zhi gritted her teeth and endured.
The man buries his face in the middle of her progressing neck, "You always chased after me when you were little and called me brother Shen, don't you remember, eh?"
Nima, really don't remember!
But Song Zhi obviously found drunk Huo Mou Shen always raise requirements, if you do not agree with him, will be ruthless toss you!
Song Zhi puffed up and bit the word: "Brother Shen."
"Brother Shen." Song Zhi put on a fake smile again and called out sweetly at Huo Muk Shen.
Huo Mou Shen said again, his tone revealing strong dissatisfaction.
Song Zhi inhaled deeply, repeating several times in her mind, "Huo Mou Shen is her own pro-husband, so coax her, it's much better than tossing her around viciously in her last life!"
After making mental preparations and forcing out these words from the bottom of his heart, a blurry figure crossed in front of his eyes, and Song Zhi subconsciously called out.
Huo Mou Shen reaches out to take off her clothes, about two minutes of unsuccessful stripping, only to hear a 'crack' in the air was torn sound instantly in the air.
Song Zhi heartbroken looking at the clothes, Nima quite a lot of money it?