Don't cry, baby. I'll punish you tonight.

Lin Qinghuan hurriedly fastened her bathrobe and ran out of the bathroom as if running for her life, "I'm hungry."

She didn't have breakfast and was really hungry.

Lin Qinghuan was not sure if there was anyone else in the living room. Apart from the bathrobe, there was nothing else in the room for her to wear. She couldn't just wander around in a bathrobe.

So, she sat on the sofa and waited for He Yanlang.

He Yanlang stayed inside for more than ten minutes before coming out. He was drying his hair as he walked. Seeing Lin Qinghuan sitting there stupidly, he said, "Why are you sitting here without blowing your hair? You'll catch a cold."

As he spoke, he returned to the bathroom, took out the hair dryer, and called Lin Qinghuan, "Come here."

Lin Qinghuan walked over and sat down at the dressing table. He Yanlang picked up the hair dryer and started to blow her hair.

Through the mirror, Lin Qinghuan saw that his forehead was broken, and there was a very deep cut.

Her masterpiece.

The cut actually didn't affect his appearance much, but instead made him look a little more ruffian.

He doesn't even care.

What the hell is she feeling guilty about? No need to be a saint.

What's the point of saying this?

He Yanlang's slender fingers shuttled through her soft long hair, his movements gentle and doting.

"He Yanlang..."

Lin Qinghuan just opened her mouth when she was interrupted by someone behind her, "Huh? What did you call me?"

You're asking for trouble. Why call him his name? Just say what you mean.

"Husband...Husband!" Although it was the second time she called him that, Lin Qinghuan still found it difficult to speak. Her voice was as small as a mosquito. Her whole face turned red after she finished calling him that, even her ears turned red.

So ashamed.

Damn pervert.

"What? I didn't hear it!" he said lazily.

Lin Qinghuan sighed and gave up, "Honey, when can I go back to school?"

He Yanlang paused, and Lin Qinghuan's hair was dried. He turned off the hair dryer, put it on the table, bent down, put his chin on Lin Qinghuan's head, and looked at Lin Qinghuan in the mirror, "What's the hurry?"

It seems that he still doesn't intend to let her go.

"Can you give me back the phone? They'll worry about me if I don't reply for too long!" Lin Qinghuan said cautiously, afraid that she would make him angry again at some point.

"Don't worry, I'll get it back for you, and no one will notice anything unusual."

Still, he didn’t even give her a cell phone.

"Stay by my side and be a good boy, and I'll let you go back on Monday."

Today is Saturday, tomorrow is Sunday, and there is still one day left.

Lin Qinghuan didn't say anything else. He knew that once He Yanlang made a decision, no matter how she struggled, it would be in vain.

I am tired, but there is nothing I can do.

Almost instantly, her face fell and her expression became extremely ugly.

"Unhappy?" he asked.

Lin Qinghuan also wanted to be able to control her emotions and not show her joy or anger on her face, but after all, she was just a little princess who was inexperienced in the world and had been well protected by her parents since she was a child.

"You lock me up like a canary, and you won't allow me to have any emotions?"

He Yanlang stood up straight, but changed the subject, "I'm hungry, wait here, I'll ask Auntie to cook something for you!"

He Yanlang went out with wet hair.

Lin Qinghuan stared blankly, then spoke again, "Clothes? I need clothes."

He Yanlang turned around and nodded, then he walked out and the door was closed again.

The room fell silent again.

Lin Qinghuan sat in front of the mirror in a daze.

I didn't know how long I was in a daze before He Yanlang walked in from outside. He was already dressed neatly, in a white shirt and black suit pants. The handsome Lin Qinghuan even paused for a beat.

He really has such a superior appearance that even if Lin Qinghuan hates him, she will unconsciously sink into his charm and can't take her eyes off him.

Human and dog-like.

He threw a white shirt and panties to Lin Qinghuan.

The shirt is his and the panties are hers.

"Just make do with it. I've already asked someone to buy you some clothes. Your other clothes are really unwearable."

Lin Qinghuan stood up, picked up her clothes and walked towards the bathroom. The shirt was too big and loose on her body. She buttoned it up to the top button. The clothes covered her buttocks, and her pair of long, white and slender legs were exposed.

Sexy and pure, charming but not vulgar.

He Yanlang was stunned and suggested in a mean way, "Unbutton the top three buttons and expose one shoulder. I'll like it more."

Lin Qinghuan looks very seductive in this.

He Yanlang knew about it and even deliberately gave it to her to wear.

He wanted to see every side of her clearly: the pure, sexy, charming, and alluring side.

Lin Qinghuan ignored him and said, "I'm hungry!

He Yanlang turned around and left the bedroom again. After a while, he brought in a bowl of crab roe noodles and a fruit plate.

"Fill your stomach first, the other aunties are still working!"

Lin Qinghuan was eating, and He Yanlang was sitting next to her watching her eat.

From time to time, he tied the hair that fell in front of her ears behind her, and from time to time he wiped her mouth.

Lin Qinghuan ate up the whole bowl of crab roe noodles. She had to admit that the crab roe noodles were really delicious, better than any crab roe noodles she had eaten before.

He Yanlang wiped her mouth clean, doting on her. If you only listened to the first half of his sentence, you would still be a person. "Are you really hungry? Wait a little longer, there are still many delicious foods. Your physical strength is so poor, you should replenish it and eat more, otherwise you will feel tired after just a few times!"

Lin Qinghuan glanced at him and then returned her gaze to the beautiful fruit plate on the table.

She forked a raspberry and put it in her mouth. It was delicious.

I forked another cream strawberry and put it in my mouth. It was delicious.

...

After tasting every fruit in the fruit plate, He Yanlang stopped her from eating any.

The depressed mood that was cured by fruit disappeared the moment He Yanlang took action.

He was still so annoying, and could easily make Lin Qinghuan's mood fall to the bottom.

He Yanlang advised, "Eat less, we will have a full meal later."

Lin Qinghuan put down her fork and said, "I'm full, so Auntie doesn't have to cook anymore."

"you sure?"

"Ah."

She didn't notice that evil thoughts were rising in He Yanlang's eyes again.

"You have the strength now, right?"

She didn't understand what he meant yet, and just turned her head to look at him, her chin was lifted up, and He Yanlang's lips covered her again.