One Pet Gets Married

"Huh?" Song Xici didn't expect that Tang Youan would suddenly say such a sentence.

"Why, I can't take a bath together? I'm not as good as Meng Meng?" Tang Youan looked at her and suddenly said something like this.

"What are you talking about nonsense?" Song Xici immediately glared at her.

"Didn't you take a bath together?" Tang Youan glanced at Song Xici.

"Yes..." Song Xici raised his hand and scratched his head.

"Then why can't we? I'm still you..." When Tang Youan said this, there was a hint of sourness in her tone. It's her wife.

"amount…"

"Forget it, you treat me as if I didn't say anything." Then Tang Youan said another word, then turned around neatly, opened the cloakroom, and walked in to find her pajamas.

"Hey," Song Xici was stunned for a second, and ran in in a hurry, then stopped beside Tang Youan who was looking for clothes, and patted her on the shoulder again, "Are you angry?"

Pulling away the two clothes, Tang Youan looked at her sideways, shook his head for a long while, and then continued to look for the one that looked pleasing to the eye.

"No? Then why do I think you are like lemon essence? So sour..." Song Xici looked at her.

"No. I'll go to the other side to wash first. You should take a shower and rest early." Tang Youan took a set of cotton pajamas from the hanger and put them in his arms.

To say that there is no vinegar, it is false. She hadn't seen Song Xici's body since she was dating, but Meng Meng was just a friend, but she had seen it hundreds of years ago.

However, when Tang Youan was about to come out, Song Xici stopped in front of her.

"What?" Tang Youan looked up and down the Song Xici who was in front of him.

"Don't be stinky. If you want to wash it together, then wash it together." Song Xici raised his eyes and looked at her, smiling very brightly.

"Really?" Tang Youan turned his head to look at her.

"Yeah, could it be possible that I lied to you..." Song Xici found out that she was really, especially afraid that Tang Youan was unhappy.

"Okay." Tang Youan laughed after listening.

"You, sometimes it's like a child..." Song Xici let out a sigh of relief, and then digging out her pajamas.

"Really?" Tang Youan asked, tilting his head.

"Isn't it? All the principles are broken here." Song Xici muttered.

"Then I am quite happy," Tang Youan thought and thought, and came to the conclusion, "There is a saying, what is it called, if you like the right person, you will be spoiled as a child every day. So it seems that, I just like being right."

After listening to Song Xici, he chuckled.

"Okay, okay, let's go!" After seeing Song Xici put on her pajamas, Tang Youan pushed Song Xici's shoulder behind him, and happily ran to the bathroom with small steps.

"Slow down, don't wait, we both fell..." Song Xici muttered.

"Okay..." Tang Youan was stunned when he heard the words, so he slowed down.

After entering the bathroom and closing the door, Tang Youan put the clothes in the storage basket, let out a sigh of relief, turned his head and looked at Song Xici: "Okay."

"Oh..." At this moment, Song Xici was stunned again, then scratched his head, "Well, I'm going to put in the bath water..."

"Yeah." Tang Youan was taken aback, then smiled and nodded.

So Song Xici went to the bathtub.

Tang Youan tied his hair, then lowered his head, unbuttoning the buttons one by one.

However, after unraveling, Tang Youan's hand stopped after seeing the ugly scar on his body.

The wound healed well during this period, but some scars appeared during the healing process. It's a bit ugly. Therefore, even if Song Xici had to check for any strain or bleeding, she let Song Xici look through the gauze or clothes. After all, if it bleeds, it will ooze.

Only she knows how ugly this scar is.

On the other side, Song Xici finished putting the water and found that there was an empty bottle of bath essential oil, so he got up and walked out again, ready to get a new bottle.

"What's wrong with you? So slow..." Just when he came over, seeing Tang Youan still standing there, and hadn't taken off his clothes for a long time, Song Xici became nervous, and took a few steps forward, "The wound is drawn? ."

"No..." Tang Youan hurriedly shook his head.

"Let me see." Song Xici glared at her and pinched her skirt.

"The wound... still hurts?" Song Xici looked at her scar, then stretched out his hand and gently stroked it.

"It doesn't feel much anymore, but if the scar doesn't go away... you will have to watch it to live in the future, it's a bit ugly." Tang Youan said.

"It's a big deal to do the repair, even if the repair is not good, it's not ugly." Song Xici shook his head, looked at Tang Youan, and then pulled her collar aside, revealing a complete scar.

"How could it not be ugly..."

Tang Youan looked down at the scar on his body, but before he could react, Song Xici bowed his head and kissed it gently.

"Xi Ci..." At that moment, Tang Youan was stunned, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

The soft touch was attached to his body, as if an electric current spread away. A layer of fine lumps formed on Tang Youan's body.

"Sorry, I, I hurt you?!" Song Xici raised his head in an instant, but when he raised his head, he suddenly hit Tang Youan's chin.

"Hiss—" This time it was really hurting, Tang Youan couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed his chin.

"Oh...I..." For a while, Song Xici became confused.

"Stupid..." Tang Youan smiled helplessly and shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."

"How can it be…"

"Really, it doesn't hurt." Tang Youan smiled.

Very close, Song Xici can see Tang Youan's distinct eyelashes. High nose, thin lips, long and narrow eyes... I don't know if it is the beauty in the eyes of the lover. Song Xici always feels that every movement and look in Tang Youan's eyes is sultry, even if it is just a casual glance.

The atmosphere in the air became a bit thick.

Song Xici slid his throat, then clung to Tang Youan's neck, and lightly kissed Tang Youan's lips.

After a little touch, Song Xici immediately drew away: "What about it, I'm going to take a bath! Promote blood circulation..."

After speaking, Song Xici trot aside with the essential oil bottle, pushed open a glass door between the shower and bathtub, and closed the curtain again.

Seeing this, Tang Youan followed and opened a corner of the curtain, ready to walk inside.

"Hey, I suddenly remembered that you can't come here!" However, at this moment, Song Xici shouted.

"Huh?" Tang Youan was taken aback for a moment.

"You have injuries on your body, so you can't soak for too long, so you should take a shower." Song Xici said.

"Okay." Tang You Anshu let out a sigh of relief, and then backed back, lowered his head to undo all the buttons, put his clothes aside, and opened the shower.

It's just that the sensation that Song Xici just brought when he kissed the wound on his chest during the bath has been lingering in Tang Youan's brain, lingering.

That kind of strange but wonderful feeling, she had never experienced before... Tang Youan closed her eyes and wiped off the water on her face?

After all, taking a shower is faster than taking a bath, and it didn't take long before Tang Youan finished washing. Then, there is no reason to stay in it anymore. So Tang Youan looked at the curtain that was pulled, and had to leave the bathroom first.

After a while, finally, both of them lay back on the bed.

"Set an alarm clock..." Before going to bed, Song Xici picked up the phone.

After hearing this, Tang Youan looked at her sideways, and then said: "I'll beat your shoulders and squeeze your back."

"Huh?" Song Xici held the phone, thought for a while, and shook his head, "No, it's okay."

"I'll pinch it for you, it's better to ensure that the effect is better than your bath." Tang Youan insisted.

"But..." Song Xici hesitated, "You, hurt... I'm afraid you might have trouble if you try hard..."

"If I am so fragile, how can I still be in the crew?" Tang Youan looked at her, "Thanks to you, during this period of time, using the best medicine and eating the most nutritious things, I recovered well. Not to mention me. I'm not a child, I know how to do what I can. If I feel that I can't support it, I won't pinch.

After listening to Tang Youan's words, Song Xici scratched his head, seemingly unable to find any problems.

"Then, okay..." Finally, Song Xici nodded.

After that, Song Xici sat down next to Tang Youan with her back turned, and lifted all her hair to her chest: "Okay! Baby, here is your chance to use your arms and legs!"

Tang Youan laughed after listening, then stretched out his hand and pinched Song Xici's shoulder and neck. Her strength was neither light nor heavy, but Song Xici's body swayed slightly in tandem.

Squeezing and pounding, Tang Youan behaved quite professionally.

After a while, Tang Youan rubbed his hands on Song Xici’s shoulders, but slowed down, then approached Song Xici, and asked in her ear: "How do you feel? Compared to last time, my technique is improved. Still regressed?"

Tang Youan suddenly mentioned the last time, so memories flooded in Song Xici's mind. Inadvertently, Song Xici blushed, and then stared at the bed with a dry throat: "Very good."

"Then... it's the same as last time. Take your clothes off." Tang Youan watched her snow-white as porcelain skin and said softly.

"I…"

"Last time you took the initiative to take it off... Why not this time? What's more, who am I? Huh? Can't you look at it?" Tang Youan tilted her head and stared at her slightly pink neck.

"You are my...wife." Song Xici finished speaking, biting her lower lip. She was just... shy. Otherwise, why is she so conservative in filming and everything? As for the last time, I really felt that I had exhausted my life's courage.

"So, do you really want to see it this way?" Tang Youan's hand slowly moved from her white neck to her small shoulder.

Just simply sliding and touching it like this, Song Xici's body became hot and dry.

"I didn't, don't think about it..." Song Xici whispered, and stretched out her hand again, unsteady breathing, unbuttoning the button in front of her, "Take it off..."

"Okay, I'll help you." Tang Youan raised her lips slightly, reached out and put her hand on her obviously loose collar, then stretched her shoulders away, pulling it down a little bit.

After a while, Song Xici's beautifully lined shoulders and beautiful back appeared in front of her eyes. Tang Youan looked at her body, his throat vaguely started to work again.

At the same time, Song Xici's back was slightly touched by Tang Youan's hand, and she felt her body numb.

"Is it cold?" Tang You comforted her arm and leaned forward slightly, asking in her ear.

"what?"

"You have a lot of small bumps..."

"Ah, yes, it's a bit cold..." Song Xici bit her lip.

Hearing this, Tang Youan slid his throat, then stretched out his hand from behind and hugged her in his arms: "Then, how about this?"

Tang Youan is very obsessed with this feeling when he hugs her body without a strand of thread, which is extra soft and comfortable.

With a warm breath lingering in her ears, Song Xi couldn't help but shrank, "Youan..."

"Huh...?" Tang Youan kissed her neck, touching her soft abdomen with a hand, still moving a little bit upwards.

"Okay, it's weird..." Song Xici tightened her lips, tilted her head to one side, flushing on her cheeks.

"What's so strange..." Tang Youan was buried in her neck, smelling her body.

"Body..." Leaning against Tang Youan's arms, Song Xici felt that she became particularly hot.

"Do you need me..." Tang Youan kissed her shoulder again, her chest undulating.