Gong Fujiao Daughter-in-law

Chapter 123

The room was pitch black just now, and nothing could be seen, but now that the lamp was lit, Xie Zhiyun realized that Wei Ji's face was covered with stubble.

He already had a handsome face, but now he had a blue stubble, which changed his temperament and made him more rough and tough.

Wei Ji saw that her gaze had been lingering on his stubble, so he couldn't help holding her hand and touching his face.

When they were kissing just now, Xie Zhiyun was a little too intoxicated for various reasons, so he didn't notice his stubble. Now when he touched it with his hand, he found that his beard was quite hard and a little stinging.

She hurriedly withdrew her hand, not wanting to touch it anymore.

"How can madam despise me?" Wei Ji pretended to be wronged again.

Xie Zhiyun patted him, and said angrily: "You have been tossing around for half the night, you are not sleepy, go to rest earlier."

As she spoke, she didn't call anyone up to wait on her, and pointed to the kettle on the tea stove outside: "Go and wash your face."

The charcoal fire in the tea stove had been extinguished a long time ago, and now there is still some residual heat, so the water in the kettle will not completely cool down.

Wei Ji was indeed very tired.

He quickly washed up, changed into pajamas, and then returned to the bedroom.

"Lights out?"

Xie Zhiyun nodded, she had already rolled out Wei Ji's bedding, and everything was ready.

Wei Ji glanced at her with a half-smile, and decisively blew on the candle, then went straight to bed.

Lying on the bed, he reached out and hugged Xie Zhijun into his arms, and took a deep breath between her neck.

"Ma'am, my husband misses you so much."

At this moment, the room is dark, Xie Zhijun can blush wantonly.

She didn't speak, and it was rare for her to let him hold her obediently.

Wei Ji hugged for a while, then lowered his head, and found Xie Zhiyun's lips again.

In the lonely late night, in the quiet bedroom, it seems that nothing happened, and it seems that everything happened.

When Xie Zhijun was dazed by his kiss, Wei Ji asked: "Madam, don't drive me away from now on?"

Xie Zhiyun nodded subconsciously: "Okay."

When the panting subsided, the two separated slightly, and Xie Zhiyun's sanity gradually returned, before she stretched out her hand and squeezed Wei Ji's arm.

Also be careful to avoid his wounds.

"You will coax me."

Just foolishly agreeing to share the same bed in the future, the rear halberd will definitely make more progress in the future, making her defense step by step back, and making her agree to those annoying requests little by little.

Xie Zhiyun didn't hate it.

But she still blushed and scolded him stiffly.

"You are really bad."

Wei Ji laughed out loud, the laughter in his chest shook, and even Xie Zhiyun laughed too.

"Yes, I am bad, and I like to be bad to you."

Xie Zhiyun patted him again and said, "Go to sleep, why are you talking so much?"

Wei Ji turned over and held her in his arms, finally feeling comfortable.

"Go to sleep."

The two of them closed their eyes together, and Xie Zhijun waited until Wei Ji's breathing stabilized before whispering, "I miss you too, as long as you come back safely."

The darkness covered her eyes, and the light was not there. She didn't see the corners of Wei Ji's lips gradually raised, but felt his hand on the back getting tighter and tighter, and finally hugged her tightly in his arms.

Xie Zhijun closed her eyes, smiled and fell asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, Xie Zhiyun got up late, and when she opened her eyes slowly, she realized that Wei Ji was looking at her with a smile.

It felt like the stubble on his face became more and more messy after a whole night.

Like a savage.

Just as Wei Ji was about to say something, he saw his daughter-in-law frowned and said to him, "Hurry up, I'll shave your face."

So the two of them got up to wash up, Wei Ji was running around all day long, and even he couldn't bear it, so he called for water to take a bath when he got up early in the morning.

Xie Zhijun was afraid that he would be too hungry to take a shower early, so he asked the kitchen to serve two bowls of noodles first, the two of them finished eating hastily, Wei Ji went to take a bath, and Xie Zhiyun prepared the blade.

She had never done facial shaving before, and looked at the thin blade a little bit embarrassed, after entering the bathroom, she also sat beside Wei Ji and didn't speak.

Wei Ji was lying in the bathtub, and the warm water flowed down from his firm chest, submerged in the hot water.

With his breathing, the firm and beautiful wheat-colored chest rose and fell, as if a small brush had been placed on the tip of Xie Zhiyun's heart, constantly tickling her heart.

Beauty misleads people, beauty misleads people.

Xie Zhiyun didn't dare to look at him anymore.

Wei Ji gave a low laugh and said, "Ma'am, I'm ready, don't you want to shave me?"

Xie Zhiyun was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and then looked up at him.

There are quite a lot of stubble on Wei Ji's face, spreading from his chin to the temples next to his ears. With this layer of stubble, he looks a little more wild, and his whole body is full of aura. Sturdy spirit.

Xie Zhijun stretched out his hand, touched his face, and finally flinched: "I won't."

Wei Ji coughed lightly and laughed again.

"It's okay, madam can learn," Wei Ji tempted her, "Madame is so smart, I'm sure she'll be able to learn it soon."

Xie Zhiyun raised his eyes and glanced at him, seeing that he was serious, he was not so scared anymore.

"That's fine," Xie Zhiyun was very decisive, "Anyway, it's your face, if it's disfigured, I'm not responsible."

She joked with him, but Wei Ji also laughed and said: "Anyway, I leave it to Madam, I don't care if Madam is responsible or not."

Xie Zhiyun couldn't help laughing.

She patted him to keep him from splashing water and wet the bandage on his arm, then took a dry towel and wrapped his wet hair.

Wei Ji let her work on herself.

Not annoying at all, and even a little bit enjoyable.

Xie Zhijun moved a stool and sat by the tub, gave Wei Ji another towel to hold under his chin, then took the balm and daubed it lightly on his chin.

She looks very serious and serious, no matter what she does, she always looks like this.

Wei Ji looked at her, his eyes were as gentle as the sea.

That kind of tenderness almost overwhelms people.

Xie Zhiyun didn't look into his eyes, and waited until the balm foamed, then Xie Zhiyun took the small thin blade, and stroked it twice in front of his chin.

"Don't be afraid," Wei Ji held her wrist to calm her down, "Just follow the contours of the cheeks and stroke down, using force from left to right, not back and forth."

"Ma'am, I have rough skin and thick flesh, it doesn't matter if I cut the skin, it will be fine soon."

Xie Zhiyun glanced at him, and said, "Stop talking to me."

Wei Ji immediately let go of his hand, holding the scarf obediently, waiting for her to move.

For the convenience of movement, Xie Zhijun only wore narrow-sleeved pajamas, and the cuffs were tightly cinched, revealing only a small thin wrist.

Slender, thin, and seemingly weak.

But her personality has nothing to do with her appearance. It seems that the only thing she fears in her life is thunder.

She is always on the move.

(End of this chapter)