ASTNovels Chapter 1220 The One Who Just Wants To Be With His Wife 49
Chapter 1220 The One Who Just Wants To Be With His Wife 49
Room 49
After Haman got out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he saw 49 packing his suitcase and hanging all his clothes in the closet.
Haman looked at 49 suspiciously, he could come by himself, but every time 49 helped him do it well.
Does he think I'm a nobleman, so I can't do anything?
Harman seriously doubted that 49 thought he was a life idiot.
"It's washed."
49 hangs up the last piece of clothing, closes the closet door just in time to see Harman standing at the bathroom door looking at him, goes to him and hugs him and kisses him.
At this time, Haman was wearing long wet blond hair and an off-white nightgown with rabbit ears, which was fragrant and soft.
"I can clean it myself."
Harman looked down at 49 who hugged him and said.
"I'll be fine."
49 rubbed Haman's head, carried Haman to the sofa, put down Haman and went to the bathroom to find the hair dryer.
Because he is not familiar with this place, 49 can only search for it. Fortunately, there is a hair dryer in the bathroom cabinet.
He took the hair dryer out of the bathroom, walked to the sofa and looked at the wall again, and opened the curtain to see the socket underneath.
He plugged in the hair dryer, turned it on, first tested the heat with his palm, and then adjusted it, as if afraid of scalding Harman.
Sitting obediently on the sofa, Haman, who put his hands on his lap, took all this into his eyes, and held up his beautiful light golden pupils to look at 49. He looked like a fluffy little golden rabbit, which made people think To grab a handful.
He is really gentle and does everything by himself.
After dating 49, Harman always felt that he was going to be turned into a flower in the greenhouse by 49, and he was not allowed to do anything except take a bath.
If he wasn't afraid that I would be tired and didn't want to torment me, he would have even taken a bath for me.
Haman's eyes looking at 49 became more and more embarrassed, and his face turned slightly red.
49, who was trying the temperature of the hair dryer, didn't notice this. The fingers standing in front of Haman lightly brushed Haman's hair, and let Haman blow it as softly as possible.
Haman sat obediently like a well-behaved baby, lowered his head and played with his fingers, blushing again.
Because he could clearly feel 49's fingers loosening the base of his head, each time becoming gentler.
This is the big hand he likes, and it is blowing his hair thoughtfully.
Fortunately, 49 didn't know that Haman's eyes were only on his hands, otherwise he would be jealous again.
When the hair was blown to the end, 49 became softer and softer. For fear that Harman's long hair would get tangled, he kept combing it with his fingers, and the hair dryer shook the hair gently to blow.
After blowing for about seven, eight, and 8 minutes, I turned off the hair dryer, packed the hair dryer and put it back in the bathroom, and soon there was the sound of him taking a shower.
Harman sat on the sofa and waited for 49, looking here and there.
Because the sofa is next to the large window, Harman can see the roses all over the courtyard, swaying gently in the wind, and wafting the fragrance of flowers.
Haman was kneeling on the sofa and lying on the window sill, wearing soft light blonde long hair and a big rabbit ear nightgown, looking out cutely, stretching out his hands to feel the cool wind blowing.
Even though he hadn't returned to China for almost three months, he felt a little strange. Maybe it was because he was at Oren's house instead of his own, and he didn't have a sense of belonging.
Originally, Harman wanted to take 49 home directly, but everyone came to Oren's house. Harman was embarrassed to only take 49 away, so he followed 49 to Oren's house.
"Father and mother should be in a hurry. If they had known, they wouldn't have told them about my return so early."
Haman blamed himself a little. When he set off this morning, he sent a text message to his parents, saying that his parents were very happy when he returned home today, but he broke his promise.
"What are you looking at?"
49 A voice suddenly sounded behind Haman, and the person who sat on the sofa pinched Haman's waist lying on the window sill.
Harman looked back at 49. He was wearing a black nightgown as always, with a slightly open neckline showing his strong abdominal muscles. There was a pleasant scent of shower gel on his body. There was a slight smile on his deep-eyed face, which looked pretty tight.
49 patted his thigh and asked Haman to sit down and not lie on his stomach.
Harman sat on 49's lap without hesitation, and looked up at 49 all the time.
He thinks that 49 is very good-looking, although the husbands around him are all handsome, but 49 is not the same handsome to him, the kind of handsome that can make him fall in love.
49, who was stared at by Haman, curled up a corner of his mouth, and stretched out his fingers to gently caress Haman's white and tender face, looking in a good mood.
He is smiling, is there something happy?
Haman looked at 49 suspiciously and kept looking, those shallow golden pupils were almost crystal clear, pure and innocent that had not been polluted by any secular world.
49 bowed his head and kissed Haman, slowly deepening each other.
Haman, who was sitting in the letter m, was not frightened. He opened his mouth slightly with his head raised, and his long hair slowly slid down his back, soft and soft.
After the kiss was over, Haman took a small breath and looked up at 49, his little face was slightly red, and even his breath was so cute.
If it wasn't for the fear that Harman would not be able to bear it, the 49 had already started at this time, and his wife was too attractive.
"Well, I should be the one to do things like packing luggage. All the wives in country D do this." Harman looked at 49 and said softly.
"You don't have to do anything. Men in our h country like to take care of their wives, so you just do as the Romans do."
49 reached out and pinned the long hair that fell off Haman's cheeks behind his ears, revealing his small white ears.
Even the ears are cute.
49 squeezed Haman's earlobe, it was as thin as light could see through.
Haman let 49 play with his ears, but didn't stop him. What he thought in his heart was that he was married to country h, so he shouldn't always worry about the rules of country d, so it's good for 49 to take care of him and accept it.
"Would you like to sleep for a while, you didn't sleep much last night."
"Ah."
Harman nodded obediently, and actively hugged 49's neck with both hands.
49 easily picked up Haman with one hand, kissed him and walked to the big bed, and took a nap with Haman, even if the sky fell, it was not as important as sleeping with his wife.