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Song Wanyue was caught off guard by the compliment and felt a little at a loss.

His cheeks were burning and he stuttered when he spoke.

After taking a deep breath, she spoke hesitantly: "That's good enough. Aren't your expectations of me too low?"

This kind of guilty tone was rarely heard on her face. In the past, if I was praised, I would be so proud of myself.

Duan Baiting smiled and said, "You are very well behaved. With such a poor living environment, I thought you would cry and ask to go home."

But she didn't complain at all. She just took a small stool and a big white steamed bun and settled down there contentedly.

Song Wanyue muttered softly. She had already cried and made a fuss in her heart several times.

But he said, "It's my job, so I'm still very dedicated, okay?"

Duan Baiting nodded and said repeatedly, "Very dedicated."

His tone was a bit like coaxing a child.

He smiled and put his hand on her arm again, touching her from the wrist all the way up.

I felt her size through the sleeve of her pajamas.

It's already hot and stuffy in the summer. Although the fan has been repaired by Duan Baiting and it works much better than before, this antique that costs only a few dozen dollars can't be much better no matter how good it is.

Song Wanyue felt that her body, which had just taken a bath, began to emit heat again.

She felt a little awkward and glanced at the closed door: "The sound insulation here... isn't very good."

Duan Baiting raised his eyes and was silent for a few seconds, then he understood where her awkwardness came from.

Pressing her shoulders, he made her sit down again.

"I want to see how much weight you have lost." He put the towel in his hand on the wooden rack beside him, dragged a chair over, put it in front of her, and sat down.

The chair is too low and the bed is too high.

He even had to tilt his head slightly when he looked at her.

Her already slender body, now wrapped in her nightgown, looked even emptier.

There was heartache in his eyes, and he pinched her waist with his hands again.

Place your fingertips on the back of your waist, with your palms of thumb against the concave waistline.

One hand can hold half of it.

"Have you not been eating well recently?"

Song Wanyue couldn't get used to the food here, which consisted of white steamed buns for every meal. The dietary differences between the north and the south are really huge. Duan Baiting usually follows her taste, so he didn't feel uncomfortable with the food during the two years in North City.

This time when I went to the countryside, I deeply experienced for the first time what it means to be intolerant of local climate and soil.

That night, Song Wanyue lay in Duan Baiting's arms and slept soundly for the first time since she came here.

Even the crowing of chickens in the backyard no longer bothered her.

The next morning, the colleague changed his clothes and came out, and saw that Song Wanyue was already awake.

Unlike the listless and haggard look of the past few days, he looks radiant today.

My colleague smiled and said, "Why? Your delicate flower was watered last night after a long drought."

We are all of the same age and often make inappropriate jokes. Song Wanyue retorted seriously: "I come here to work, how can I indulge in men's beauty. Let me start with being pure-hearted and free from desires."

Before her colleague could continue teasing, the door behind her opened.

Duan Baiting held her pajamas in his hand, ready to wash them, and asked her, "Where are your underwear?"

Song Wanyue: "..."

It was understandable that she didn't understand the situation yesterday, but today, the two of them almost showed her their marriage certificate.

My colleagues were indeed shocked for a long time.

She was just joking just now. I didn't expect that there was actually something going on between these two people? With someone of such a prominent background?

No wonder any of her bags is worth enough to buy an apartment in the city.

My colleague smiled and was tactful enough not to stay any longer and disturb the young couple.

Alas, that's why they say people have different destinies.

Why doesn't she have such a handsome, rich and considerate husband?

Song Wanyue blushed and pushed him back to the room, whispering, "I washed it myself yesterday. Don't... don't say it directly, or someone might hear it."

Duan Baiting apologized calmly, "I didn't see anyone here just now."

He raised the hand holding the pajamas and asked her, "Is there anything else you want to wash?"

Song Wanyue looked questioning, "There's no washing machine here."

"I know."

"There is a laundry room in town, but it takes a long time to go back and forth. And it rained last night, and the mountain road is very difficult to walk on."

"..."

After a silent silence, he said, "I wash it by hand."

Song Wanyue's eyes changed, with more shock than confusion.

"Hand wash?"

Duan Baiting really didn't want to continue wasting time with her on this.

It's unnecessary to waste any more words.

He walked to the bed, opened the closet and took a look.

Everything is organized by color and thickness.

These were all picked up by Duan Baiting.

When I came yesterday, things were piled up in a mess. Song Wanyue has had someone take care of her food, clothing, housing and transportation since she was a child, and her ability to take care of herself in this regard is almost zero.

After making sure there was no laundry to do, he took the pajamas and went to the backyard.

The detergent was borrowed from the owner. It's called a loan, but there's no way to return this kind of thing.

Song Wanyue felt that these past few days had really overturned her own cognition.

Duan Baiting not only cleaned the room for her, but also washed her clothes himself.

"Have you ever washed someone else before?"

Although she asked the question.

But even she thought the question was a bit stupid.

Apparently, Duan Baiting thought so too.

So he didn't answer her.

There was only the faint sound of wind in my ears, which scraped through the leaves, bringing a bit of coolness and reducing the scorching heat a little.

Duan Baiting's movements of scrubbing clothes were not skillful, but very meticulous.

After washing a piece of clothing for a long time, he rinsed off the remaining detergent with water.

Song Wanyue reminded him repeatedly, like a supervisor: "Don't use too much force on this fabric, it will easily deform."

He stopped and looked at her.

Song Wanyue felt guilty being stared at and kept silent.

Well, Young Master Duan has condescended to wash her clothes, so why does she have so many requests?

Having said that, he did use a lot less force. He wrung out the water on the nightgown, slowly smoothed out the wrinkles, and hung it on the clothesline in the yard to dry.

Song Wanyue acted coquettishly: "Tingting is so nice. Without you, I feel like I can't live anymore."

The flattery was as big as the sky.

"Can't you live without me?" He smiled sarcastically, "I haven't seen you think of me in these days, and you haven't even called me."

These words sounded cold, but upon closer inspection, there was a faint resentment.

Song Wanyue took the initiative to hug his waist, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him on the mouth again and again.

At first he would avoid it and turn his head to one side. Show your indifference.

Song Wanyue tilted her head and chased after him to kiss him, slowly sucking his lips.

He licked and bit me, and kissed me until I was breathless.

He seemed to be satisfied and stopped hiding. Instead, he lowered his head cooperatively, allowing her to kiss him more easily.

Not knowing how much time had passed, she leaned in his arms and breathed softly: "I'm going to the village committee later. Do you want to go for a walk around the neighborhood by yourself or wait for me at home?"

"Can't I go with you?" He glanced at her bag in the living room. It seemed quite heavy, and it must contain a lot of things.

In the past, even if she was carrying a bag that was no bigger than her palm, she would complain to him that her hands hurt.

Today I shook my head.

"You look too unapproachable, and you're serious. They'll be alert."

Duan Baiting didn't expect this to be the reason, and laughed helplessly: "Do I look scary?"

Song Wanyue touched her chin and looked at her carefully.

The face in front of me is undoubtedly the most outstanding work of the Creator. She concluded that if he were studying in a university in China, he would definitely be a regular guest on the school's confession wall.

With this perfect bone structure, he can still carve out a niche in Europe.

It's just a pity that once you've been in a high position for too long, it's hard to get rid of that condescending feeling.

Even though he tried his best to appear more friendly.

Song Wanyue coaxed him with a smile: "I'll be back when I'm done. I won't keep you waiting too long."

The tone of her voice sounded like she was coaxing a grumpy little wife.

A smile broke out of Duan Baiting's deep eyes. Although his expression was still indifferent, he was obviously much easier to talk to.

"Then I'll get the things for you first and come back later."

Song Wanyue had already figured out the pattern. The man in front of her was the typical one who would give in to soft words but not hard ones. You go along with him and coax him. Not to mention that he is always on your side, even if you really want a star in the sky, he will try his best to pick one for you.

Song Wanyue originally wanted to say that it was not far and there was no need to go through so much trouble.

But then I thought, if I keep rejecting him, given his temper, he would probably get really angry.

She nodded and replied in a sweet voice, "Okay."

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On the way over, a colleague smiled meaningfully and gossiped about Duan Baiting: "Could it be that you hooked up at Mr. Wang's thank-you banquet last time? I felt that he was interested in you at the time. His eyes never left you from beginning to end."

Song Wanyue raised her left hand in front of her and showed the diamond ring on her ring finger without any hesitation: "We have been married for two years."

The diamond ring was not the one she wore when she got married.

Song Wanyue had always refused to wear it before, and Duan Baiting thought she thought the diamond ring was too exaggerated, so he asked someone to customize another one.

This is the one we have now, with the initials of both of their names and the date of their wedding engraved on the ring.

Normally, she didn't hide anything at the law firm. It's just that no one will deliberately observe whether you are wearing a ring on your finger.

What's more, Song Wanyue dresses up beautifully every day, like a model at fashion week.

All attention was drawn to other places, and no one paid attention to her ring finger.

My colleague opened and opened his eyes again and again, until they were as wide as their sockets could reach, and his whole body looked extremely shocked.

"How...you've been married for two years!?"

No wonder Mr. Wang was so attentive to Song Wanyue at the thank-you banquet.

She actually thought that he was interested in Song Wanyue.

Now it seems that it is just a way of offering gifts to Buddha.

Borrow this flower from Song Wanyue and offer this Buddha to Duan Baiting.

I never thought that the chaebol's wife would be by my side.

At this time, she was wearing all branded clothes, but she still wanted to live with him in a remote rural area and walk the streets to collect evidence. He couldn't help but have a little more respect for her: "Why not let your husband buy the law firm directly, and we don't have to suffer this hardship anymore."

Song Wanyue gently turned the wedding ring and said indifferently: "I am capable enough and don't rely on anyone."

Her colleagues were in awe and even applauded.

Sure enough, the plot in TV dramas where rich girls experience the life of ordinary people is not an exaggeration.

Look, there is one next to her.

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The two of them acted separately, so the efficiency would be higher. My colleague went to the home of a resident living near the bridge and took a few photos near the bridge.

Song Wanyue stayed at the village party secretary's house for a while.

The village party secretary and his wife were very welcoming and kept her there for dinner. She thanked him politely and then refused with a smile.

The days are long in summer, and it was still daylight when Song Wanyue returned.

She saw smoke coming out of the chimney of her house and began to wonder.

This family usually works outside and comes back very late every day.

Therefore, Song Wanyue basically had to solve her eating problems by herself. She usually had a big white steamed bun and a small plate of pickles. Occasionally, a colleague would stir-fry some vegetables to improve the meal.

"Did they get off work early today?"

She went into the house puzzled, only to see Duan Baiting in the kitchen, with his shirt sleeves rolled up, cutting shredded meat on the chopping board.

On the small stove next to it, soup was stewing in a casserole, and the ribs in the pot were collecting juice.

Hearing the sound, he looked back, said nothing, then looked away and continued cutting vegetables.

He actually seldom cooks, even at home.

The few times he occasionally cooked for her were probably the few times in his life when he cooked in the kitchen himself.

After being here for a few days, Song Wanyue finally smelled the fragrance of food and almost cried.

"Did you do all this?"

Duan Baiting ignored her.

Every time she asked such stupid questions, he remained silent.

Well, he is the only one at home, who else could have done it if not him.

It's just too unbelievable that he spent the whole day at home preparing this meal?

After all, it takes a long time from organizing the ingredients to starting cooking.

Even when he was at home, the few times he cooked for her, he would prepare all the ingredients in advance.

He just had to cook them.

And today.

In addition to the complicated preliminary preparations, the cooking utensils here are also very simple.

The stove for making soup uses honeycomb coal, and cooking is also done on a stove that requires one to make the fire themselves.

Duan Baiting simply marinated the shredded meat and then went to put the ribs in the pot.

He was too tall, and the stove was a little short for him, so he even had to bend down slightly.

At this time, he was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, his tie was hanging neatly, and the silver tie clip had a faint cold color.

The cuffs tied around his arms outlined his muscular features.

The temperament is noble and cold.

He should sit in a magnificently decorated conference room and listen to his subordinates' work reports. Instead of here.

But for some reason, Song Wanyue felt that he was more attractive now.

It feels more real, like I'm actually living in this world.

No longer as high and mighty as before, like a banished immortal out of reach.

She made an exaggerated gesture of being flattered.

She went over and hugged his waist: "Why are you so nice to me? It seems that the fortune teller was right. He said that I am blessed and will marry the best man in the world when I grow up."

She did her duty conscientiously and flattered him anytime and anywhere.

Duan Baiting had seen through her thoughts long ago, and immediately raised his hand, worried that the bowl in his hand would burn her.

"Okay. Go wash two sets of dishes."

"Okay." She agreed obediently, walked to the cupboard, took out two sets of clean dishes, and rinsed them with clean water again.

Duan Baiting doesn't cook many dishes as the ingredients are limited. But they are all Song Wanyue's favorites. He kept another copy.

After all, Song Wanyue has been staying here for some time, so she should show some appreciation to the host.

He planned to give them an additional sum of money before leaving as accommodation expenses for the next few days.

This can be said to be the first proper meal Song Wanyue had since coming here.

Duan Baiting didn't eat much and kept picking up food for her: "Eat slowly, don't choke."

She took a bite of the pork ribs, looked up and asked him: "Did you go to town?"

He shook his head: "I bought it in the small shop at the back. There weren't many things, just bought a little."

Song Wanyue nodded.

Because it is inconvenient to travel around the village, it is even more inconvenient to go to the town. So there are also vegetable shops in the village.

After the meal, Duan Baiting went to wash the dishes, while Song Wanyue went back to her room to continue organizing today's materials.

The owners of the house came back early today. They were a couple in their forties. Their skin was rough and dark from long hours of work. The development here is too slow. Not only is the location remote and the geographical environment bad, but there are not even any roads built.

There is a son and a daughter in the family.

The eldest daughter is in junior high school in town, and the younger one is only five years old.

I usually feel uneasy leaving him alone at home, so I often take him with me when I go out to work.

The little guy is very well behaved. He usually doesn't make any noise or trouble. When he sees people, he just smiles happily.

When Song Wanyue is free, she will play with him, teach him to do his homework and tell him stories.

She also gave him the chocolate she brought. Let him call himself sister.

He speaks with a local accent, and when he calls "sister", his baby voice is very cute.

The middle-aged woman took his hand, saw Duan Baiting, and smiled at him.

Upon learning that he was Song Wanyue's husband, the middle-aged man smiled simply and kindly, took out a crumpled cigarette box from his trouser pocket, shook out a cigarette and handed it to him.

Duan Baiting originally wanted to refuse, as he had already quit smoking.

But when he saw the awkward and inferior smile on the other person's face, he still reached out and took it: "Thank you."

This simple action was actually maintaining a man's self-esteem.

He rubbed his short-haired forehead with his hands and said with a cheerful smile, "I should thank you. If it weren't for Lawyer Song helping us with the lawsuit for free, we wouldn't know what to do."

Lawyer Song.

Duan Baiting pondered over the name and suddenly laughed.

The little guy has grown up now and has become a trustworthy lawyer.

Lawyer Song, who was working in the room, felt tired and sleepy. His fingers were resting on the keyboard, and he felt dizzy.

This was the scene Duan Baiting saw when he returned to his room.

She fell asleep on the keyboard and didn't know which key she pressed, but a long string of garbled characters appeared in the document.

Duan Baiting leaned against the door and watched silently for a while.

When I was dating, even when the workload was heaviest, she was never allowed to stay up all night.

It doesn't even matter if something goes wrong.

Just let her gain some experience.

now.

Thinner and more haggard.

She was so tired that she fell asleep on the computer. It was the first time he saw her like this.

It would be a lie to say that I didn't feel sorry for her, but I also know that she has her own ideals and ambitions.

She has chosen the path, and the decision on how to proceed is in her hands.

Duan Baiting walked over, gently separated her face from the keyboard with his hands, put one arm around her shoulders, and put the other hand through her knees, and carried her back to the bed.

She must have been really tired, as she didn't wake up at all and just mumbled softly in his arms.

It was too blurry and he couldn't hear clearly. When I lowered my head and leaned closer to listen, she stopped talking again.

His hair was messy from sleeping, with a few strands of black hair stuck to his face. He gently straightened her hair and covered her with the quilt.

The rain yesterday brought the temperature down quite a bit.

The night was starting to get cold.

Duan Baiting stood by the bed and looked at her for a while before walking over to the computer and sitting down.

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Song Wanyue slept until dawn. When she grabbed her cell phone in a daze and saw the time on it, her sleepiness disappeared instantly.

With a look of horror on her face, she got out of bed and reached for the computer.

Yesterday, I was so sleepy when I was organizing my work that I was planning to take a nap.

As a result, I narrowed my eyes directly to this point.

She slept restlessly and had a bad sleeping posture. One shoulder strap of her nightgown slipped off, while the other side barely hung on her shoulder. I don't have time to tidy up my image at this moment.

She turned on the computer in a panic, clicked on the document, and saw the contents that had already been organized. She was stunned.

Did she write these?

I tried hard to recall it, and found that this part of the memory did not belong to me.

Could it be that she did it in her sleepwalking after falling asleep?

But she could not even reach this level when she was awake, let alone sleepwalking.

While she was staring at the computer and daydreaming, Duan Baiting had already asked someone to book the plane ticket in advance.

He walked into the room with his cell phone and pushed the door open. He saw that her hair was messy and her clothes were not properly dressed.

The shoulder straps were no longer on her shoulders, revealing her fair and smooth skin, and half of her plump breasts.

His throat was dry, so he closed the door and went to draw the curtains.

Fortunately, this window has patterns, so you can't see anything whether you look from the outside in or from the inside out.

Song Wanyue saw him, and her confused brain came to some order. She turned over the computer and said to him, "Did you finish all these for me?"

Duan Baiting came over and helped her put on her clothes, "Yes. I saw you fell asleep and didn't have the heart to wake you up."

He put the straps of his pajamas back on his shoulders, glanced down, and couldn't help but rubbed her with his hand.

She took the initiative to go over and hug his neck, putting herself in his hands.

"I was worried that I fell asleep and delayed my work." She kissed him on the face, "I feel a little embarrassed."

Duan Baiting laughed nonchalantly, "Why didn't you feel embarrassed when you asked me to help you clean up the mess when I was drunk?" What's wrong

with this guy? She just felt touched, but he started to look up old things.

She pretended not to understand and didn't remember it.

Fortunately, Duan Baiting did not mention it further. He put her on the bed, which slightly relieved her morning desire.

The flight was in the afternoon, and my colleague left earlier and had already left at this point.

Song Wanyue adjusted her clothes in front of the mirror. She was very careful when changing clothes as she was a little numb from being kissed.

She glared at the culprit in dissatisfaction.

But when she saw the latter packing her luggage, she immediately lost all her anger.

She ran over to flirt with him and praised him for his virtuousness.

He probably didn't like the word "virtuous" and didn't reply to her.

She brought a lot of things this time, but they were obviously useless in a place like this and just added weight.

Song Wanyue tidied herself and sat beside him, watching him tidy up with peace of mind.

This person seems to not only have mysophobia, but also severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Things are arranged in an orderly manner, and each thing is placed in its proper place.

Unlike her, as long as the things are folded, they can be stuffed in.

So Duan Baiting would always stop and look at her while he was tidying up.

Those eyes, which showed neither sadness nor joy but were calm and indifferent, seemed to be telling her silently.

——Be a little more careful.

Song Wanyue shrugged, fortunately he was not her father.

Otherwise, she would be annoyed to death by him sooner or later.

After changing her clothes, Song Wanyue went out to wash up.

The little boy stumbled over holding a basin full of hot water. He had so little strength that he even staggered as he walked.

A lot of water spilled out and his clothes were wet.

Song Wanyue hurried over and took the basin from his hand.

His skin was also tanned by the sun, but the child's skin was good and looked particularly smooth, unlike his parents' rough skin.

A pair of big grape-like eyes sparkled: "When Dad went out, he asked me to get some water for my sister to wash her face and teeth."

Song Wanyue bent down, touched his head, and thanked him: "Thank you."

Duan Baiting opened the door and came out, and saw her touching the little boy's head and thanking him.

Hearing the voice, Song Wanyue turned around and said, "Take him to change his clothes, they are all wet."

Duan Baiting nodded and walked over.

Seeing the little boy still standing there stupidly, he simply bent down and picked him up with one hand: "Where is your room?"

He blinked and pointed behind him.

Duan Baiting held him and walked towards the direction he pointed.

He should be living with his parents. Although the room is slightly better than the bare house where Song Wanyue lives, it is not much better.

The clothes were old and didn't fit.

It may have been donated by kind-hearted people from all over the world.

Duan Baiting selected a piece of clothing that was suitable in size and thickness for him to change into.

After putting on the sleeves and collar one by one, he asked him softly, "What's your name?"

The little boy's head stuck out from the collar, his hair messed up: "Zhang Maihe."

He nodded, although he didn't know which one it was, mai or he. But he didn't ask any more.

After helping him change his clothes, he took him out. Song Wanyue was eating the porridge that Duan Baiting cooked for her, with a boiled egg next to it.

She left the boiled egg aside.

It was not until Duan Baiting glanced at her casually that she took it guiltily, crushed the eggshell, peeled it open, and reluctantly took a small bite.

It has rained these days and the muddy road is difficult to walk on.

Although Duan Baiting's car was parked just outside the village, how to get out was a problem.

The village chief said he would drive them there later, but they had to wait until the rain stopped.

Song Wanyue pointed to the Mickey Mouse schoolbag in the corner and looked at the little boy: "You still haven't finished your homework. This uncle is very smart, let him teach you. He was the one who gave your sister extra lessons before."

Duan Baiting glanced at her.

Song Wanyue felt his gaze, which was slightly oppressive. Knowing that he cared about the name she called him.

She is the elder sister and he is the uncle, and the generation gap between them is directly widened.

But she pretended not to see it and called him "uncle" and "sister" very naturally.

"My sister's grades were not very good before, but they got better after receiving tutoring from this uncle."

The little boy's eyes brightened, and he looked at Duan Baiting with an admiration for a strong man.

Duan Baiting's face was a little gloomy, but he still took the summer homework handed to him with both hands and flipped through it casually.

Song Wanyue secretly suppressed her smile and whispered, "Now in his eyes, your status is as high as Ultraman."

At the end, she deliberately called out, "Uncle Bai Ting~"

The little boy also shouted devoutly, "Uncle Bai Ting!"

Duan Bai Ting: "..."

Before leaving, the little boy rubbed his eyes and waved to them, looking reluctant.

Song Wanyue said goodbye to him gently and took out two straw bracelets from her coat pocket.

The little boy had just slipped it to her secretly, saying it was a gift.

She put one on Duan Baiting with a smile and said, "It seems that our President Duan is quite popular among children."

Duan Baiting didn't care and looked indifferent.

But he still looked down at the extremely rough bracelet on his wrist.

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The plane landed in Beicheng, and Song Wanyue slept all the way.

Duan Baiting has two private jets, but he rarely uses them for travel.

Song Wanyue had only taken this ride once, which was the last time she went to the island.

Although he is a quiet person, he always caters to her when he is with her.

She likes crowds, noise and bustle.

He was with her too.

Finally returning to her long-missed home, Aunt Qin came out with a worried look on her face and looked her up and down.

Her eyes were moist: "You've lost weight. How come you've lost so much weight? Have you not been eating well recently?"

Song Wanyue said no: "I have three meals a day on a regular basis. It may be due to the climate and soil there. I'm not fat."

Aunt Qin could tell that she was bluffing. She lowered her head and wiped her tears: "There's soup in the kitchen. I cooked crabs especially for you. Clean up and come down for dinner."

Song Wanyue smiled: "Okay."

She hadn't even had a proper bath in the past few days. She took a bath for more than an hour, and was finally forcibly wrapped in a bath towel and carried out by Duan Baiting.

"Soaking for too long is bad for your heart and lungs."

Song Wanyue was completely naked, with the white bath towel covering her chest and hanging down to her thighs.

She leaned on his shoulder, very obediently, yawning lazily.

"When I'm done with my work, shall we go to the island for another vacation?"

The fair body had turned a little red due to being soaked in warm water for a long time.

He brushed away the strands of hair beside her ear and reached out to pinch her round, red earlobe. After hearing her soft cry, he let go of her hand: "Does it hurt?"

She shook her head: "A little numb."

Duan Baiting was puzzled: "Numb?"

Numbness in the body during a bath may be due to poor blood circulation.

He was just about to put her on the bed and rub her to relieve the discomfort.

But she blushed, leaned on his shoulder, and said softly, "It feels numb and tingling." She

also subconsciously squeezed her legs together, as if it was difficult to say.

Normally, she can say those flirting words easily, but when something really happens, she becomes shy.

No matter how subtle Song Wanyue's movements and emotional changes were, they could hardly escape Duan Baiting's eyes.

Not to mention that at this moment, her behavior was already very obvious.

But he seemed to be deliberately hooking her and refused to bring it up, letting her speak for herself.

Song Wanyue felt like something was missing in her chest and somewhere in her body.

Empty and lonely, longing to be entered and filled.

He remained unmoved and looked at her calmly.

Song Wanyue bit her lip and thought that this man was extremely bad. I could clearly tell what she wanted to say, but she acted like she didn't understand anything.

She lowered her head, reached out to hook his little finger hanging at his side, and gently stroked it, as if inviting him.

"It seems that we haven't done it for a long time."