his little milk apricot

Chapter 8
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The medicinal juice enters the throat, slightly bitter.

The ancestor watched Yaoxing and Xie Yinlan drink every drop of the Double Ninth Festival soup until they were allowed to be helped by Sister Li to rest.

Watching his ancestor leave, Yaoxing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, put down the empty bowl, raised his eyes to look at Xie Yinlan, and asked him quietly: "Are we really going to sleep together tonight?"

Xie Yinlan was still sitting in the dining hall. Against the lingering smell of bitter apricot medicine in her throat, she always felt that her chest was gradually burning, something was not right.

Especially at this moment, Yaoxing was shamelessly asking him such an ambiguous question, which intensified the stuffy feeling in his chest.

He suddenly suspected that the effect of this bowl of Double Ninth Soup should not only be as simple as strengthening the spleen and kidneys, but it should also contain other auxiliary effects.

This [-]-year-old old woman is actually here.

"Let's talk about it when we go back to the room." Xie Yinlan gasped secretly, without revealing too much emotion, and his tone was as calm as boiled water, making Yaoxing completely unpredictable.

"Oh." Yao Xing touched her nose and her voice was inexplicably soft. When she saw him getting up and leaving the house, she immediately followed him and walked to his yard.

Shake Lan Xuan.

Xie Yinlan's courtyard.

Yaoxing remembered that before, his courtyard was originally called Weilanxuan. Later, when the courtyard was renovated, his great-grandmother asked craftsmen to change it to Yaolanxuan.

It sounds pretty good.

There was a smile in Yao Xing's eyes, her heart was wandering, and she followed Xie Yinlan completely absentmindedly as she walked inside.

While walking, Xie Yinlan suddenly turned around and stopped.

She didn't pay attention, and was about to slam into his chest suddenly, but he reached out his hand just in time and pressed her forehead.

Such a stingy husband, this cheap husband can touch her breasts without dying.

"Why are you pressing my head? I won't swallow you." Yaoxing grabbed his hand and saw that the more restrained and reserved he was, the more she wanted to scratch his heart.

Xie Yinlan stood at the door of the bathroom, calmly took back his right hand, looked at her lightly, and said, "I want to go in to take a bath, do you want to follow me?"

Yaoxing: "..."

Yaoxing raised his head and realized that he had followed the room unknowingly, and even narrowly escaped into the bathroom.

Yaoxing moved half a step back, raised her eyebrows, and wondered: "Why are you in such a hurry to take a shower? You don't really want to do something with me, do you?"

"You dare to think about it." Xie Yinlan twitched the corner of his mouth coldly, raised his hand, and pulled off his tie.

It looks like it's very hot.

"What's wrong with you?" Yaoxing saw the clue: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Xie Yinlan seemed too lazy to answer and directly closed the bathroom door tightly.

...

After half an hour.

Yaoxing lay on the end of the bed and finished catching up on an episode of a bloody drama on his mobile phone. Xie Yinlan finally walked out of the bathroom slowly.

"Does it take you so long to take a shower?" Yaoxing asked casually.

"Tonight is an exception." Xie Yinlan's eyes were dark, perhaps because he had taken a cold shower, and his tone was cool: "Usually it only takes six or seven minutes."

"Why is tonight an exception?" Yaoxing blinked and asked without fear of death.

Xie Yinlan sat on the sofa and didn't want to answer.

Yao Xing was a little troubled, as if he was addicted to following the drama and suddenly disconnected from the Internet: "Tell me, husband."

"Aren't you hot?" Xie Yinlan suddenly asked her in a confused manner.

"Ah?" Yaoxing was confused by his question: "Hot?"

Although it is summer now, it is raining tonight and there is air conditioning in the house, so it is very cool.

Where will it be hot?

(End of this chapter)