Spoiled Wife: Husband, You're Enough

Nalan Wan was worried about him. After all, he was a righteous man. If he had left her earlier, he would not have been hurt. In the final analysis, she dragged him down.

"He can't die." Nalan Xi snorted coldly, and his eyes glared at her. "Are you nervous about him?"

Nalan Wan was stunned for a while. He realized that the man was eating. He immediately smiled like flowers, put his hand around his neck, stood up and kissed him on his face, smiled and said, "I'm not nervous except you."

Her words finally softened his face.

So, poor he Chao was gorgeous and abandoned.

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The next day, Tong Xiaoman, who had a good night's dream, finally didn't stay in bed. He almost got up at the same time as nalanche.

Nalan Che looked at the time, and there was still more than half an hour. He bowed down and kissed her forehead intimately, and whispered, "it's still early. Go to sleep."

Tong Xiaoman hugged his arm, yawned, opened his bleary eyes and said with a smile: "if you sleep again, it won't be a while."

Nalan Che's mouth twitched for a moment. He had experienced her savage getting up and dared not let her sleep back. He took out the school uniform she wanted to wear, put it by the bed and said, "change your clothes and I'll wash your face."

Then he turned and walked into the bathroom. Who knows, he didn't go in until his front foot, and her back foot followed in again.

Nalan Che had no choice but to turn around and prepare to give her the bathroom first, but before he left, Tong Xiaoman hugged him in the back, put his face on his back, and said as if he hadn't woke up: "you do your business, don't worry about me."

"Little savage, what do you want to do? Is your body uncomfortable?" Nalan Che turned around worried, stretched out his hand to raise her chin and carefully observed her expression. Although she didn't wake up, it didn't seem uncomfortable.

"I'm not uncomfortable. I just want to hold you. Brush your teeth and wash your face and leave me alone." Tong Xiaoman took his hand down and muttered.

"Willful." Nalan Che pinched her face, so he had to turn around reluctantly, brush his teeth and wash his face, regardless of her.

When he took out the electric razor to shave the shaving residue, she was interested. She reached out to him, blinked her bright eyes and said, "give it to me, give it to me, I'll shave it for you."

"Boring." Nalan Che glared at her, but still handed her the razor, put his hand around her waist, lifted it hard, and put her on the glass platform to sit, so that she could help him shave.

Tong Xiaoman had a bright smile on his face. Holding his chin in one hand and the razor in the other hand, she carefully shaved the Hu dregs emerging from his chin. Watching the circle of Hu dregs shaved by herself, she was happy and had a sense of achievement.

"Well, it's very clean." she wiped off the foam on his face and nodded with satisfaction.

Nalan Che reached out and touched his smooth chin. He looked in the mirror. It was really clean. He bowed his head and kissed her lips. He said curiously, "if you can get up and shave me every day, I will be very happy."

Tong Xiaoman chuckled: "childe Nalan, you can't be too greedy."

"Why don't you say, you like staying in bed and can't get up to shave me?" Nalan Che stretched out his hand around her waist and took her down from the glass platform.

"Ha ha..." Tong Xiaoman smiled dryly. Childe Nalan was so sharp that he hit the mark.