Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

The sound of the shower gradually stopped, the bathroom door was gently pushed open, and Chu Yiren walked out wrapped in a snow-white bath towel.

Water vapor condensed into tiny droplets at the ends of her hair, sliding down her swan-like neck, and when it sank into the edge of the bath towel, it just outlined the rounded curve of her shoulders.

The bath towel barely covered the thighs, leaving both legs exposed to the air without reservation. They were as white as if soaked in moonlight, slender and straight, and glowing with beauty.

Her waist was tied loosely with a bath towel, revealing a breathtaking curve, like a valley where the mountains suddenly narrow. Although she looked slender, she concealed indescribable charm.

Chu Yiren raised her hand to gather her wet hair. When her fingertips brushed across the tip of her ear, the pink spots looked like petals falling on the snow.

Her skin was slightly flushed after bathing, and her cheeks were rosy from just bathing.

It was the kind of moisture that revealed the inner energy and blood, even the tails of the eyes were tinged with moisture. When she looked over, she clearly didn't do anything, but she was more alluring than any deliberate gesture.

Almost at the moment Chu Yiren stepped out of the door, the clone who was kissing Lin Lang passionately turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated silently into the air.

Only the sweet fragrance that remained on Lin Lang's lips was exactly the same as that of the master.

Lin Lang's lips were still in the kissing posture. The sudden feeling of loss made him stunned for a moment. Then he smacked his lips with satisfaction, and when he raised his eyes, he met Chu Yiren's smiling gaze.

Lin Lang sat up in a hurry, his hair was a little messy, and his face was still embarrassed as if he had been caught. He scratched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly: "Wife, you finished washing so quickly?"

Chu Yiren walked towards Lin Lang charmingly, like moonlight taking shape, wrapped in three parts of moisture and seven parts of laziness. She just curved her eyebrows at Lin Lang so lightly, and amazed the time.

"Hubby, if I don't take a shower in time, you will give the public grain to my clone."

"Wife, you...are you jealous?" Lin Lang felt a little guilty after taking advantage of Chu Yiren's clone.

Chu Yiren walked slowly to the bedside, her bare feet stepping on the soft carpet. She raised her hand to brush away the wet ends of her hair, with a teasing look in her eyes: "Jealous? Not too jealous."

She leaned closer, lightly tapped Lin Lang's chest with her fingertips, and said in a lazy and serious voice: "But, I have to do the bed work of collecting public grain myself, don't I?"

Lin Lang's heart warmed up at the smile in Chu Yiren's eyes. He quickly lifted the quilt and moved inside. He patted the empty space beside him and said anxiously, "Of course! Come on, my dear wife, come into my arms."

The remaining clone, Chu Yiren, was still concentrating on massaging Lin Lang's legs, but the main body, Chu Yiren, reached out and gently pressed the clone's shoulder.

The clone stopped its movements obediently as if it had received an order, threw a coquettish glance at Lin Lang reluctantly, and also turned into a wisp of light smoke and dissipated.

Finally, they were the only two people left in the bedroom. Chu Yiren took off her bath towel and it fell to the ground. When she got into Lin Lang's bed, she brought up a burst of fragrant water vapor.

Lin Lang immediately reached out and hugged Chu Yiren tightly in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, and sighed with satisfaction: "It's still more comfortable to hug my real wife."

Chu Yiren nuzzled Lin Lang's arms like a spoiled cat: "Hubby, don't say one thing and mean another. When you kissed my penis just now, I could feel how excited you were."

"Wife, it was your clone who took the initiative to kiss me, and I couldn't help but kiss her back." Lin Lang pretended to be aggrieved and shirked the blame.

Chu Yiren said generously: "I don't blame you. The clone is me. I feel the same way when you kiss her, so I'm not jealous."

Lin Lang felt very happy after hearing this, and he laughed, "Wife, you just took a shower and your body is cold. It's so comfortable to hug you. Come on, let your husband kiss you."

Chu Yiren's kiss was moist after just taking a shower, like a piece of candy wrapped in moisture. When it gently fell on Lin Lang's lips, even his breath was tinged with sweet fragrance.

Lin Lang tightened his arms and pulled the waist of the beauty in his arms towards him.

He kissed Chu Yiren back affectionately, tasting the sweetness between her lips and teeth, mixed with the light fragrance of her shower gel, which was more alluring than any honey.

While taking a shower in the bathroom, Chu Yiren, who was aroused by Lin Lang, kissed Lin Lang passionately. She kissed him so seriously and emotionally.

Even her kiss to Lin Lang was a bit doting and indulgent, which made Lin Lang's heart warm and he kissed her more devotedly.

The bedroom was very quiet, with only the sound of the two people's rapid breathing, and the occasional evening breeze blowing in from the window, blowing a corner of the curtain.

Lin Lang's hands had loosened Chu Yiren's waist at some point, and instead gently supported the back of her neck, making it easier to adjust the angle and deepen the kiss.

Chu Yiren's hair was still wet, and the water droplets at the end of her hair rubbed against Lin Lang's wrist. It felt cool, but it made his heart tremble with heat.

He could feel Chu Yiren's body softening slightly, and the hand that had been supporting his chest loosened some of its strength, and her whole body leaned completely in his arms.

The kiss gradually slowed down. It was no longer as eager and tentative as it was at the beginning, but instead had a more lingering meaning.

Chu Yiren's lips were slightly red from being kissed, like petals soaked in morning dew. Her nose touched Lin Lang's nose, and their breaths blended together.

Lin Lang could see the light in Chu Yiren's eyes, like crushed stars, wrapped in a layer of hazy water vapor. She was clearly looking at him, but there was an indescribable ambiguity in her blur.

"Hubby," she suddenly spoke, her voice soft and sticky like a feather gently scratching the tip of my heart, "Were you so affectionate when you kissed my penis just now?"

Lin Lang was startled by the question, then he chuckled, and the vibration of his chest was transmitted to Chu Yiren through their pressed bodies.

He reached out and pinched Chu Yiren's red earlobe. The temperature of his fingertips made her shudder, but the smile in his eyes became even stronger: "Wife, please stop teasing me. You said that I will be embarrassed to kiss your clone next time."

Chu Yiren reached out and pushed Lin Lang's chest, but didn't really use any force. She smiled and teased, "Husband, are you still embarrassed? It's not your character to not take advantage of a woman."

"Wife, I'm really embarrassed by what you said." Lin Lang kissed the corner of Chu Yiren's lips. This time the kiss was very light, like a dragonfly touching the water, but with unquestionable seriousness.

"Hmph, you slick-tongued bad husband, your face is thicker than a city wall. You'd be ashamed if you were to do this, unless the sun rises from the west."

Having said that, Chu Yiren couldn't help but snuggle into Lin Lang's arms. Smelling the faint scent of tobacco on him, Chu Yiren felt inexplicably at ease.

Lin Lang was anxious to continue kissing Chu Yiren and couldn't wait to do shameful things with her.

Chu Yiren, however, stayed in Lin Lang's arms and acted like a spoiled child, her voice a little lazy and tender: "Husband, don't move for now, I want you to hold me quietly for a while."

Lin Lang didn't move anymore, but just adjusted himself to a comfortable position and hugged Chu Yiren tightly in the quilt.

"Honey, what are you thinking about?"

"Honey, I can now summon my clone to work for me at the Truman Group, and I can fly to Morocco to take wedding photos at any time. When will you have time?" Chu Yiren's voice was buried in Lin Lang's neck, a little unclear, but full of anticipation.

Lin Lang thought about it, then replied gently: "I will go to the Qiangsheng Film and Television Base in Haiyang tomorrow morning to shoot the MV for the new song "Girl". How about the day after tomorrow?"

After hearing this, Chu Yiren smiled sweetly at first, but then she pouted and muttered, "But husband, a hand-sewn Italian high-end custom wedding dress will take at least three to ten months to complete."

"Moreover, during this period, it includes multiple measurements and sample adjustments to ensure that the wedding dress fits the body shape and the details are accurate and perfect."

After hearing this, Lin Lang laughed awkwardly and said, "Uh... Wife, this touches on my blind spot in knowledge. I really didn't consider that the wedding dress you wear needs to be customized."

"Hubby, I actually never told you that after we confirmed our relationship, when I first urged you to get married and wanted to get a marriage certificate with you, I secretly asked a top Italian wedding dress designer to come to Hai to measure my size and design a wedding dress for me."

"It's just that I didn't expect that I would get pregnant with your baby before we got married, which disrupted my plans." Chu Yiren pouted her lips high, looking playful and cute.

Lin Lang's hands gently stroked Chu Yiren's beautiful back, sliding from her shoulder blades to her waistline. His movements were slow and contained a hint of soothing intent.

Her skin was as delicate as the finest silk, and its smoothness made Lin Lang unable to let it go.

"Honey, don't be unhappy. You have such a great figure. Once you put on any luxury wedding dress, you will look like an angel descending from heaven. You will be incredibly beautiful."

"How about this, you can keep your custom-made wedding dress for our wedding ceremony."

"The wedding dress that Fei Mo Luo wore when she took her wedding photos, how about we just buy a ready-made wedding dress from a luxury brand?" Lin Lang's gentle tone made it impossible to refuse.

After hearing this, Chu Yiren snuggled into Lin Lang's arms again and said with a giggle, "Okay, my husband is the best, and everything else is secondary. Then I'll do as you say."

Lin Lang looked down at the beautiful woman in his arms and said absentmindedly, "Wife, we have finished talking about business, should we start having some fun?"

He felt the person in his arms pinch him gently, the force was very light, like tickling.

"Hate it, husband, the only fun you can find in bed is not letting me sleep all night, not letting me get out of bed, and tossing me around until dawn."

"Wife, if you think I'm tiring you out all the time and you want to sleep after I've fed you, you can summon an avatar in the second half of the night to do it for you!" Lin Lang raised his eyebrows and grinned.

Chu Yiren covered her mouth and smiled: "Hubby, I think your suggestion is okay."

"If I'm too sleepy and want to sleep in the second half of the night, I'll summon an avatar and you can take her back to your room to mess around. She's pregnant and I don't want to upset the fetus."

After hearing this, Lin Lang was so excited that he laughed, "Wife, you really love me. I love you more and more!"

"Hmph, husband, stop using sweet words to coax me. Show your ability first and pay me back the taxes I owe you these days." Chu Yiren took the initiative to kiss Lin Lang's lips again.

Lin Lang was instantly ignited by this passionate kiss. He hugged Chu Yiren tightly with his hands unconsciously, and after a brief kiss, he deepened the kiss.

Chu Yiren moaned, her body trembling slightly, and she pressed closer to Lin Lang. It seemed that every touch between their lips and teeth could cause a tremor in the soul.

The two people's breathing became more rapid, and the temperature in the room seemed to be rising rapidly.

The air is filled with an ambiguous and warm atmosphere, wrapping the entire bedroom like a honey pot, making the atmosphere even more charming.

Their kiss was so affectionate, so passionate, and yet so sweet, like a stream flowing over pebbles, so gentle and unnoticeable.

Lin Lang could feel Chu Yiren's gradually disordered heartbeat, which was beating gently and delicately, as if on the tip of his heart.

Chu Yiren heard Lin Lang's breathing gradually become rapid and heavy. His kiss also became fierce and urgent, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

The bedroom was quiet, with only two hearts snuggling together, beating wildly in the midnight, gentle and firm.

This ambiguous and reassuring atmosphere was like a soft love net, wrapping them up as they embraced and kissed each other, isolating them from everything outside the window, leaving only each other's warmth and breath, blending quietly in the long night.