C1 He's Back

Lu Qingzhou sat on the edge of the bed uneasily. The mirror in the cabinet reflected her face that was sometimes red and sometimes white. She clenched her fists tightly and her fingers turned white.

The sound of water in the bathroom had always been loud. Through the frosted glass, she could vaguely see the energetic male body inside. If she had shared this scene with her close friends in the past, she would definitely have stared at him with a lecherous gaze. But the man inside was Feng Ziyan. He was her husband who had been married for three years, even though this was the first time he had returned home in three years.

The sound of water splashing in the bathroom pulled Lu Qingzhou's thoughts very far away. He had clearly said that they would never see each other again after the wedding night, so why did he return without warning three years later? Moreover, when he entered, his expression was hesitant. He even looked at her with a dangerous and disbelieving gaze and said, "You'd better not let me know that there are men other than me here."

Lu Qingzhou's gaze could not help but turn from the television to the bathroom. She felt that all of this was like a dream. It had been three years, and he had finally returned.

The sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped. Lu Qingzhou was very nervous. She saw that the glass door was opened and a hand reached out from inside. He used the sexy and magnetic voice that she had never forgotten to say, "Give me the towel."

Lu Qingzhou was like a puppet that had been cursed and mechanically grabbed the towel that had been placed beside the bathroom a long time ago. She quickly passed it to him.

The hand in the door quickly retracted. After the light in the bathroom went out, Feng Ziyan came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was topless and his hair was covered with water. Water droplets flowed down his neck. When he approached, Lu Qingzhou felt her heart beat faster. If he approached her again, she would definitely die from suffocation.

"Do you have any male clothes here?"

Feng Ziyan's Adam's apple rolled back and forth. Lu Qingzhou suddenly felt unusually thirsty.

"Yes, they were all left behind by you in the past. They are still in the closet where they were originally and have never been moved."

Feng Ziyan actually spoke to her. She felt like she had won a million dollars in the lottery. In the past, she had always hoped that Feng Ziyan would take a look at her.

"Let me do it."

He accurately walked to the wardrobe and skillfully found the pajamas inside. In front of Lu Qingzhou, he took off the towel around his waist. His action shocked Lu Qingzhou. Then, he put on his pajamas. He acted as if he had always lived in this house.

"Wash this towel off. When you wash my clothes, wash my underwear and socks separately. After you wash my shirt and dry it, use a scalding bucket to flatten it. I don't want it to have wrinkles when I wear it."

" Okay "

Lu Qingzhou took the towel that he threw over from her face and prepared to go to the bathroom to clean up the clothes that he had just taken off.

"Forget it. You don't have to do that. You can't wash the clothes, so let Aunt Xia do it."

Lu Qingzhou's face turned red. Feng Ziyan was right. After she became Feng Ziyan's wife, she didn't have the chance to do housework. Feng Ziyan's father had already helped her find a housekeeper. Even if she repeatedly rejected him, she still couldn't change his mind. In the hearts of the Feng family, living a comfortable life was the norm.

He slowly walked to the bed and got into the blanket. At the same time, he pulled her into the blanket, who was still in a daze.

Lu Qingzhou wanted to cry out in surprise, but he kissed her.

"You are my wife."

His hand approached her and asked as if he was talking in his sleep, "Are you eighteen years old?"

"Yes."

Lu Qingzhou stammered and wanted to resist but did not dare to. It was funny that in the 21st century, she was the wife that Feng Ziyan's parents raised especially for him.

"That's good."

Lu Qingzhou did not understand what he meant. His next action made her curl up in a corner and cry quietly. A cold and mocking voice came from above her head, "So you are still a virgin. It is rare."