Chapter 1090： If a husband is like this, what can a woman ask for?

The two rubbed each other's ears, and then touched their lips and teeth to feel each other's breath.

The temperature in the bedroom gradually rose, with a hot air wave that seemed to melt people into a pool of spring water.

I don't know when, lying on the soft big bed, the lights in the bedroom are also turned off.

The room was dark, and the human senses were infinitely magnified at this moment, becoming extra sensitive, and even the slightest disturbance could immediately be detected.

"Ash."

"I'm here."

"Ash."

"I'm here."

...

He called her name over and over, and she took the trouble to respond.

In these whispers, they went to Wushan together.

This night was turned by red waves, and the mandarin ducks crossed their necks.

Time flies fast.

In the early morning and late at night, Yan Zhixu's hair was messy, and he closed his eyes tiredly and fell asleep.

"Ash."

Fu Shimo's cold lips were placed on her forehead, a satisfied sigh overflowed from his throat, and he gently embraced her.

He acted cautiously as if he was dealing with a treasure that was priceless in the palm of his hand.

"Ash, I love you."

A low whisper sounded in the quiet room, but she, who had fallen asleep, did not hear it.

"Well……"

She frowned, changed a comfortable position in his arms and continued to sleep.

"Axu should really exercise."

This body is so bad.

Fu Shimo's tone was sarcastic, then hugged the person in his arms, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He hugged her as if hugging the whole world.

——

the next day.

Yan Zhixu opened his eyes and woke up from his sleep, the seat next to him was already empty.

Reaching out his hand and touching it lightly, there was still residual warmth in that position, apparently not long after getting up.

She lifted the quilt and stood up, "Sigh..."

He sucked in a breath of cold air, and reached out his hand to rub the sore spot.

He raised his feet and walked to the closet, picked out a light blue sweater and jeans to change into, then went to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.

"Beasts."

Her rosy lips opened and closed, muttering curses, and her face wrinkled together without Fendai looked uncomfortable.

After washing, I opened the curtains in the house, and the light from the outside came in through the transparent glass.

Yan Zhixu stepped on his slippers and went downstairs.

In the kitchen, a man wearing an apron is busy preparing breakfast.

"..."

She watched him busy, but she didn't notice that her eyes became softer and softer.

After a while, Fu Shimo brought out two bowls of noodles and put them on the table. Eggs were added to the noodles, as well as a small handful of vegetables and chopped green onions.

Yan Zhixu pulled out the chair and sat down, picked up his chopsticks and took a sip of the noodles, "If those who respect you in the medical world know that you are cooking with these hands that save lives and heal the wounded, they will probably be angry with me. torn to shreds."

Fu Shimo didn't wear glasses, and his eyes stared at the people in front of him with tenderness, "I am willing to do anything with them."

I am willing to cook for you, and because you are willing to be contaminated with the scent of fireworks in the world, so let's be together for a long time.

"If a husband is like this, what can a woman ask for?"

Yan Zhixu raised his brows and sneered in a playful manner, and the little face of porcelain white immediately became full of vitality.

"Um."

Fu Shimo nodded.

After breakfast, he washed the tableware and chopsticks, changed his apron and dressed neatly, picked up the car keys and drove to the hospital to go to work.

Yan Zhixu was sitting on the sofa in the living room with a plate of washed fruits on the coffee table.

She took a few sips from time to time, flipping through a boring history book in her hand, and there was no dullness between her brows and eyes.