Married to a wealthy family by mistake, the uncle spoiled her

After comforting himself for a while, his depression dissipated a lot, and he directly brought Ai Fei back to his large flat in the city center.

When Ai Fei was picked up by him, she woke up alertly, smelled the familiar scent, knew it was him, and fell asleep again.

After returning home, Ling Ye called softly, "Fei Fei..."

Ai Fei muttered: "What are you doing..."

Ling Ye leaned close to her ear and asked, "Do you want to take a shower?"

Ai Fei looked resentful at being disturbed: "No!"

What kind of nice person would wake someone up in the middle of the night to take a shower?! That's sick!

Ling Ye said disdainfully, "You're dirty if you don't take a shower. You can't get on my bed."

"I don't sleep on the bed, I sleep on the sofa."

Ai Fei didn't even open her eyes, muttered something, and curled up in a comfortable position to continue sleeping.

"But I want you to sleep in the bed."

Ling Ye pinched her little face.

It's so hard to bring a woman home, it would be so nice to have a comfortable sex with her, why sleep on the sofa!

"If you want to solve it yourself, don't bother me."

Ai Fei muttered and slapped his claws away.

Ling Ye: "..."

Shen Chen looked at her little face and said, "Do you really want me to solve it myself?"

Ai Fei didn't want to talk, she was so sleepy!

"Then I'll help you wash it."

Ling Ye carried her directly into the bathroom.

The bathroom is extremely large, with floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides, a large bathtub in the middle, and snow-white, soft, plush carpet all around.

Ling Ye put her on the sink. Seeing how sleepy she was, he was reluctant to wake her up.

He took the towel and wiped her face, then wiped her hands carefully.

Ai Fei was half asleep and half awake, vaguely knowing that the man was going to help her take a bath, so she raised her hand and began to unbutton her clothes.

Ling Ye helped her wipe her hands clean and was about to carry her back to the bedroom. When he lowered his eyes, he was met with a scene of spring.

A stream of blood rushed straight to the top of his head.

He grabbed her little hand, which was still unbuttoning her clothes, and said in a low voice, "What are you doing, huh?"

Ai Fei said softly, "Don't you want to take a shower?"

Ling Ye: "..."

He overestimates himself.

He thought he could help her bathe like a gentleman, but when he looked at the beauty in front of her, he realized that he couldn't do it!

Now that only the tip of the iceberg has been uncovered, he can't control his boiling blood. If the whole thing is uncovered, wouldn't it be the end of him?

He covered her little hand, not allowing her to continue: "Be good, don't wash it anymore."

Ai Fei had regained some consciousness and was unhappy: "It needs to be washed. I went to the market today and stepped on a lot of chicken and duck poop. It's dirty!"

Ling Ye: "..."

"Then wash it yourself, okay?"

Ai Fei nodded lazily: "Okay."

"Well, I'll help you drain the water."

People who go to the vegetable market and step on chicken poop really need to take a shower, otherwise they will be covered in bacteria.

He straightened her body and let her take off her clothes by herself while he helped her flush the toilet.

He was such a gentleman that he didn't even glance at her.

No, he wanted to be a gentleman to the end, but God didn't let him. Ai Fei took off her clothes, walked over barefoot, and stepped into the bathtub.

Ling Ye's eyes were blank, and he didn't react at all.

Ai Fei sat down half asleep and half awake, her pretty eyebrows slightly furrowed, it was so cold!

Ling Ye came back to his senses and didn't care that she was bald. He picked her up and said, "The water is not hot yet. Be careful not to catch a cold."

He grabbed the large bath towel next to him and wrapped her in it.

The woman in his arms was so soft, her skin seemed even whiter than the snow-white bath towel, like a handful of sweet and delicious cream, so sweet that one couldn't wait to eat it in one bite.

Ling Ye's mouth was dry and his breathing was panting. He could only stare at her face, not daring to look down any further.