Peasant Woman’s Decreed Life as a Wife

  Chapter 966 Nonsense

  He has the habit of washing his face and feet before going to bed. If he doesn't clean up, he can't sleep.

Ye Muyu raised her head when she heard the footsteps at the door. When she saw the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar man walk in, she subconsciously squinted her eyes and put down the pen in her hand. She straightened her back and revealed The smooth neck looked directly at him.

  Chu Heng's eyes fell on her, and after a few breaths, he moved away.

  Seeing the man striding in, seeing that she was still writing something on the soft couch, he only frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything out loud.

  Glanced at the soft couch and bed.

  He said: "You sleep on the bed, I sleep on a soft couch."

  Ye Muyu looked up at him, a little surprised, even when he first met Chu Heng, he never said this sentence.

   "Master, are you tired of me?" Ye Muyu rested her chin on her hand, looked at him with a smile, her eyes swept over his body, she had never seen such a Chu Heng.

  Chu Heng's eyes met hers, and he never expected that this 'country wife' of himself would be outstanding in appearance, and unexpectedly temperamental...active.

   "No." Chu Heng was stiff, and there was no extra emotion on his face.

  Ye Muyu listened to his familiar voice, and looked at his expression of refusal before thousands of miles away, somewhat unfamiliar, but with a hint of novelty.

"Since my husband doesn't bother me, why do you want to sleep in separate beds? Parents won't agree." Ye Muyu's voice was soft, with an aggrieved expression on her face: "Besides, my husband is injured, and I haven't seen it yet. worried."

   "As a wife, it is natural to serve her husband in person."

   "Otherwise, I can only think that my husband is disgusted with me and wants to divorce me and go home." Ye Muyu said as he took out a handkerchief to cover his tears.

  Chu Heng watched her 'perform' with a blank expression.

   Just when Ye Muyu couldn't continue acting, Chu Heng finally spoke up.

   "You don't need to wait, just fall asleep with peace of mind." Chu Heng walked to the bed, lifted the thin quilt, and called the servant girl to come in.

   After Sumei came in with water, he waved her back.

  Ye Muyu stepped forward quickly, wet the soft handkerchief, and looked at Chu Heng 'shyly': "Sir, let me wipe your body for you."

  The expression on Chu Heng's face became suspiciously stiff: "Don't wipe your body, just wash your feet and face."

  Ye Muyu exclaimed: "Master, you've been busy for so long, why don't you take a bath? It will stink."

  After Ye Muyu finished speaking, she saw that Chu Heng's face turned stinky, and he looked at her with a hint of coldness in his black eyes, as if he wanted to open her head to see what she was talking about.

"Sanggong, I'm telling the truth. Although it doesn't sound good, it's the truth." Ye Muyu blinked her innocent eyes weakly, approached him, raised her arm, put it in front of his nose, and asked with a smile: "Msister, take a look. I take a bath every day so that it smells so fragrant. You liked my fragrance the most before."

A woman's fragrance floated into Chu Heng's nose, and he clenched his big hand slightly by his side. Hearing the smell, his dark eyes fluctuated, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to push Ye Muyu's arm away: "Don't mess around!" .”

"Sir, I'm just letting you hear it. How can you call it nonsense?" Ye Muyu looked at him, and seeing that he could hold back no fluctuations, she began to have some doubts in her heart. Could it be that Chu Heng really forgot himself completely, He didn't respond even when it was delivered to the door?

   "Sir, I'll wipe your face."

  Ye Muyu was originally a person who was afraid of trouble.

  (end of this chapter)