Chapter 490： Anthurium

Chapter 490 Anthurium

Jiaojiao pouted and simply closed her eyes, waiting for someone to serve her.

In the house, there is washing water prepared in advance by the maids. Rong Yan methodically removes hair for people, washes people carefully, and wipes off the powder on their faces.

After a lot of tossing, Jiaojiao stretched refreshedly.

"Well, I'm dozing off, brother Yan, let's have a quick drink."

Rong Yan rolled his lips and smiled lightly, got up to get a drink.

Jiaojiao Huanxi walked over, impatiently wrapped his arms around him, and took one of the glasses of wine with a smile.

After taking a sip, Jiaojiao said with aftertaste: "Oh, this is not spicy, and it tastes good after drinking."

Rong Yan chuckled, drained his glass, and then explained softly: "I was afraid that you would be too hot, so I specially asked someone to change the rice wine."

Jiaojiao gave a shy "hmm", thinking of what was going to happen next, she was happy and a little nervous.

Just then, someone knocked on the door outside the house.

"Sixth Young Master, the washing water has been sent to the next clean room."

Rong Yan opened his mouth and ordered: "Well, go down, no one needs to wait on you."

"Yes."

The people outside the door left, Jiaojiao touched her small face, and muttered: "I have taken a shower twice today, it smells good and doesn't stink."

Rong Yan chuckled, couldn't help but leaned in for a kiss, and said in a low voice, "I did it, you don't think it stinks after drinking so much wine."

Jiaojiao blushed, sniffed pretendingly, pinched her nose and said, "It's really smelly, brother Yan, go and wash it."

Rong Yan laughed angrily at her mischievous appearance, pinched the soft flesh of her cheek, and said, "Wait."

Rong Yan walked towards the door.

Jiaojiao watched people leave, clutched her heart and circled around happily, opened her arms and threw herself on the wedding bed, then fell backwards.

"Hiss~"

Jiaojiao bared her teeth and raised her hand to rub her lower back.

The bed was covered with longan and red dates. She supported her waist and got up to clean these things away.

The cumbersome wedding clothes on her body were also very heavy, so Jiaojiao simply took them off, only wearing a red snow silk inner garment, and cleaned up the things on the bed.

Jiaojiao had a backache, so she sat aside and ironed with spiritual energy, and then went to look in the mirror after a while, Brother Yan wiped it very clean, and there was no powder on her face.

Seeing that brother Yan hadn't come back, Jiaojiao looked at the wedding cakes on the table, thought for a while, and even brought the plate into the space to give it to Aque.

Played with A Que for a while, Rong Yan hadn't come back when Jiaojiao came out.

"Brother Yan, why hasn't he come back yet?"

At this moment, the door creaked.

Rong Yan walked in.

He was wearing a red undershirt, his half-dry black hair was loosely tied with only a red ribbon, and his handsome face was smiling, he should have heard Jiaojiao's words.

Jiaojiao saw someone cough lightly, pointed to the pile of longan, lotus seeds and red dates, and whispered, "This thing is too disgusting, so I took it away."

Rong Yan nodded with a smile, "Yes."

He closed the door casually, and a tall figure walked over.

Jiaojiao's heart was pounding, she rubbed the hem of her clothes, and her eyes fell on the person involuntarily.

The lining fabric is soft and close to the body, and the man's strong chest line and narrow waist can be seen faintly...

"Does it look good?"

The voice suddenly approached, Jiaojiao blushed.

Rong Yan hooked his lips, and tidied up the hair that fell on her cheeks.

Jiaojiao opened her arms and circled them, touched them a couple of times restlessly, and said with a low smile, "Not only does it look good, but it's also good to touch."

"Then rest?" Rong Yan kissed her ear.

Jiaojiao shrank her neck sensitively, blushed and said, "Go and blow out the lamp."

She would be ashamed that the room was so bright.

"Um."

Rong Yan carried him onto the bed.

After a while, there were only two lights left in the room, and the environment was dim.

Jiaojiao was sleeping on the inside, she blushed and grabbed the corner of the quilt, feeling a little nervous.

"Heh~ Now I know I'm afraid."

Rong Yan circled her with big hands, smiled and hugged her into his arms, and kissed her forehead.

"Brother Yan, I'm either afraid or a little nervous..."

Before Jiaojiao could finish her words, a familiar breath came over her face, and she was kissed by soft lips in the next second.

Rong Yan's movements are gentle, kissing is more like comforting people.

The tension in Jiaojiao's head gradually faded, and she responded with her arms around the person.

…

"Well…"

Jiaojiao's face was pink, her forehead was dripping with sweat, her eyes were filled with puddles of water, and her nose twitched, looking a little pitiful.

The arrow is on the string.

A thin layer of sweat oozed from Rong Yan's forehead, and he didn't dare to move any more. His voice was extremely hoarse and he said softly, "Hey, it will be fine soon..."

A tooth mark was bitten on the delicate and pink mouth, and after a while the discomfort gradually eased, and another strange feeling came.

"Jiaojiao..."

Brother Yan's voice is hoarse and moving.

Her whole body seemed to be submerged in water, and she couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears on her face... she kept drowning in it.

…

About an hour later, the candles in the house lit up again.

Rong Yan carried the exhausted Jiaojiao to the next room.

The servants on watch at night rushed to carry the tub, while the maids carried flower petals and soap beans for bathing.

An older nanny at the door looked happy, took out two white ointment bottles from her arms, and whispered to the maid to let them in.

Jiaojiao woke up in a daze after hearing the sound of running water. Rong Yan kissed her, and said in a low voice, "Wash it up."

Jiaojiao's cheeks were hot, and the maids who carried the water were all beside her, and she shyly hid in his arms.

"Everyone back down."

"Yes."

The servant girl retreated, Rong Yan slowly put the person into the bathtub, and then washed him.

Jiaojiao soaked in the warm bathtub, and her tired body was instantly relieved. She put some spiritual energy into the bathtub, and the entire pores were stretched.

She closed her eyes comfortably, and let Brother Yan wipe them.

She is shy in front of others, but she is not shy in front of Brother Yan. Anyway, it is her husband, who has already met him frankly.

Jiaojiao is at ease now, but it's hard for Rong Yan who serves her.

The skin is snow-white and soft, the upper body is bulging, and the small waist and slender arm can wrap it around, whether it should be big or small...

As a mature man who has just started, Rong Yan, how can he resist the person he likes.

Jiaojiao just recovered from the exhaustion of her body, when the broken kisses from the person behind her fell.

"Still uncomfortable?"

Rong Yan's voice was a little hoarse.

Jiaojiao blushed and said, "...not uncomfortable anymore."

Rong Yan kissed her, gently picked her up from the water, wrapped her in a cotton blanket and went back to the house.

Jiaojiao's cheeks flushed, and she didn't wear any underwear. Brother Yan... After realizing something, she shyly hid her head in her arms.

Well, things like men and women are not boring.

…

Called for water three times in one night.

The next day the sun rose.

Jiaojiao dragged the quilt to sleep soundly, Rong Yan was reluctant to wake her up, so she sat on the side of the bed and looked at her quietly.

Jiaojiao's hair is a little fried, her little face is flushed, her mouth is still slightly pouted, and she is curled up in the bed with her hands clutching the quilt, like a kitten.

Rong Yan's heart was warm, his fingertips ran across Ren'er's cheek, his eyes were full of liking, and he leaned over and kissed him tenderly with the corners of his mouth tilted up.

"Well, don't make trouble..."

Jiaojiao was talking in a daze, her voice was very hoarse.

(end of this chapter)