Because of Fu Xuan's words that "it's necessary to observe etiquette in the daytime", Wu Baiqi longed for it to be dark. When he finished his dinner at night, he even took a bath in front of Fu Xuan and sat on the bed waiting eagerly.
Fu xuanxi came back, and as soon as he entered the room, he saw Wu Baiqi sitting cross legged on the bed, his eyes and posture like the pug of his nephew Dalang.
Fu Xuan suddenly had a little regret. If she hadn't said a few words to him because of his life experience, maybe he would not have mentioned the matter of touching or not? She even her own sisters are rarely intimate, and she is not used to doing more intimate behavior with Wu Baiqi.
His hair had been freshly washed, but it was not all dry. Fu Xuan took his comb and sat down at the window. He went to Wu Bai's side for a while.
"I'll comb it for you!" Wu Baiqi immediately jumped down and quickly walked behind Fu Xuan with her wooden clogs and grabbed the jade comb in her hand.
Fu Xuan stopped and went with him.
Wu Bai, for the sake of her no objection, crossed a chair with her foot, pulled it over and sat down to help her. Black long hair, still a little wet, cool and cool, especially comfortable to hold in the palm of the hand. Wu Baiqi took a deep breath of the delicate hair fragrance and whispered: "Xuanxuan's hair is very good. The old man said that my hair was very yellow when I was a child. I shaved my bald head several times before it turned black."
He always called old Marquis and old man, Fu Xuan gently rebuked him: "grandfather is so kind to you, you respect some, don't have no rules."
"Yes, I'll listen to you." Wu Baiqi said happily, "Xuanxuan is so filial to him, the old man tomorrow My grandfather will like you better if I change my words tomorrow
Fu Xuan did not answer.
Wu Baiqi suddenly "ah" sound, order her pajamas way: "here is wet, cool not cool?"
Fu Xuan shook his head. "It's OK." Her hair is long, it's just washed and it's going to get wet in the back.
Sometimes, impulse can always overcome reason, let alone Wu Baiqi is not a rational person. He likes her. If he doesn't touch her, he is worried that she will not be happy. But she has already said that she is willing to live a good life with him, to be his wife, and to allow him to touch her. What else does he have to worry about?
"Xuanxuan..." Wu Baiqi called her softly.
Fu Xuan's face still remained a faint blush, but his eyes were calm. He looked at his feet and said, "what does the son of heaven want to say?"
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