"Wife's Master"

Liang Zhichen slowly stepped out of her long legs, but saw her stiff body.

He smiled and sighed, "You don't have to be nervous. ”

He saw a set of bedding on the kang, so he picked up the quilt, folded it in half, and spread it on the kang. Immediately picked up the remaining mattress.

"You sleep on the kang, I folded the quilt in half, just enough to spread half and cover half."

After that, he held the mattress and moved to the kang. "I sleep here."

Dong Huiying was stunned for a moment, and then saw that the man had quickly removed his shoes and socks, and he was lying flat on the kang with his clothes closed, and the thin mattress was covered on his body.

Dong Huiying""

Liang Zhichen had his eyes closed, but he didn't fall asleep. He heard the sound of rustling, and his wife took off her shoes and socks like a little mouse, and then slowly got into the bed.

Dong Huiying was lying in the folded quilt, she looked at Liang Zhichen, and touched the quilt again.

"Is it cold?" she asked.

He smiled at her sideways, "Is my wife inviting me?"

She paused, then turned over with her face stiff and turned her back to her. Liang Zhichen shook his head helplessly.

Soon after, a small hand pushed the pillow over.

Liang Zhichen glanced at her, and then smiled lowly.

"It's better for the wife to pill it, and Zhichen to pill his arm."

With that, he put his arm under his head, but the little woman was stubborn.

He had to sit up.

She stiffened as he got up.

Holding the pillow and approaching her, he gently touched her cheek, and then gently lifted her head and tucked the pillow under her neck.

She blushed a little and blinked at her, only to see him lightly blindfold her.

"Sleep, there will be time in the future, you can take your time."

She seemed to be blinking, her long curly eyelashes brushing his palm, tickling his palm.

Liang Zhichen returned to the kang tip, and after that, he rested his arms and stared at her on his side.

Her eyes were closed, but her eyelashes fluttered, and he knew she wasn't sleeping.

The oil in the lamp ran out, the dim light flickered, and then the room was full of darkness.

The night is deeper, and everything is silent.

After a long moment, listening to the steady and regular rise and fall of her breathing, a smile tugged at his lips.

Lifting the quilt lightly, he approached her in the darkness.

Moonlight poured in from the panes, casting a mottled trail on the ground.

He gazed at her face by the faint light, and immediately lay down carefully beside her.

He didn't touch her, but raised his arm and made a hug around her waist. But suddenly, he withdrew his hand in shock.

The wife of the master.

both wife and lord

She is his wife and the master of his future life.

And if she doesn't want to, it's better to live like this for the rest of her life.

Even if she is in name only, she is always his wife.

Waiting, even if this is a lifetime, he doesn't want to force her, he doesn't want to take advantage of the situation, and he doesn't want to be like the third brother, taking advantage of her mind to occupy her body first.

It is true that after the bed incident, the third brother became a very special existence in her heart. But what he was looking forward to in his heart was not this "special". Rather, I want her to be willing.

It's not impulsive, it's not a distraction,

What he wants is for her to accept it wholeheartedly after careful consideration, instead of making reckless decisions when she is empty, lonely, and vulnerable.

In short, what he wants is for her to have feelings for him, to love him as much as he loves her. Rather than being moved, because of his feelings, because of this world, this law, this embarrassment, he had to give in to the tentative acceptance.