Song Nuan looked at him in surprise, "But...but you are not a man who is superior to women. Are you the one who washes feet for others? Are you the one who washes feet for others?

Wen Chong is different from ordinary men, but Song Nuan is still a little surprised when he does these things and says these things.

"Men is superior to women? Do you think of me like that?"

"You're not! But do these?"

"Since it's not, why can't you do these?" Wen Chongzheng went to take Xiang Ni, wiped some on her feet, and then rubbed her with his hands.

The thumb was pressed under her feet with moderate force.

He was giving her a massage.

Song Nuan was very tickling, but now she was surrounded by hot water and under his massage, she felt so comfortable that she didn't feel itchy at all.

"Nuannuan, in my heart, you are the most important. No secular vision, male superiority and female inferiority, exist. I think it is hard to buy my dear oneself. I am happy to do things for my wife, that's all."

"Well, you have made progress!" Song Nuan smiled and reached out to rub his head, "Is this considered my training?"

"Of course!"

Wen Chongzheng felt that the water temperature was not too hot, so he drank a handkerchief to wipe her feet, "Go into the quilt, don't be cold."

"Oh, OK!"

Song Nuan said oh, and this oh showed tenderness. Wen Chongzheng felt his ears numb, as if a little bug was drilling into his ears.

Itchy, his heart trembled and his whole body was numb.

He coughed lightly, sat on the edge of the bed, took off his shoes and socks to wash his feet.

Song Nuan is soaking his feet, and he is soaking his feet.

Differential treatment.

He quickly washed his feet and took out the dirty water and sprinkled it.

When he returned to the room, he bent down to tuck the quilt for Song Nuan and kissed her between her forehead, "Sleep! It's nothing to do tomorrow, you don't have to get up so early."

"Oh." Song Nuan nodded, her head exposed outside the quilt, and her eyes were brightly watched him.

Wen Chongzheng got up, put down the bed tent, turned around and walked out.

Song Nuan blinked, quickly put the tent on the bed, exposed her head, and looked at him strangely as he was about to open the door and go out, "Where are you going? Don't sleep?"

"I'm going back to the study, it's not always..."

Wen Chongzheng was stunned for a moment and hurried back.

"Can I stay overnight?"

Song Nuan shyly retracted her head and crawled into the quilt again, "This is also your room. If you want to stay, can I drive you away? What a fool."

Wen Chongzheng scratched his head and smiled foolishly.

He hurried to the door and blew the lights.

Then he took off his outer robe and touched the black. Song Nuan moved in and said calmly: "I warmed the quilt for you, this is a favor for you to wash my feet."

My heart is pounding.

She bit her lip and felt that she had never been so nervous.

It was not the first time that the two of them shared the same bed, but they had never been as nervous as they were at this moment.

Wen Chongzheng is not much better either.

With a disobedient heart in his arms, he was so nervous that his palms were sweating. He wanted to reach out to hug Song Nuan, but he didn't dare to do it at this moment.

When I kiss, everything is not so weird.

Now suddenly... he felt that even the atmosphere had changed.

So nervous!

There is more excitement.

For a moment, I don’t know what to do?

"You said, you want to buy fields to plant flowers after spring?" In the darkness, Song Nuan found a topic and looked at him sideways, "I can understand this herb growing vegetables, what are you growing flowers?"

"Make incense." Wen Chongzheng also leaned inward.

The two face to face.

"Have you tried it?"

"I've tried it, haven't you made scented pan and scented powder for you?"

"You made it yourself, not..." Song Nuan was so surprised that she laughed dryly, "I thought it was you who bought it."

"A conscienceless girl."

"What girl, I'm my sister, have you forgotten?"

"It's a girl, we have to calculate based on our current age. I'm so many years older than you. If you're not a girl, what are you?"

"Puff..." Song Nuan burst into laughter.

Wen Chongzheng asked: "What are you laughing at?"

"Laughing at you."

"What are you laughing at me?"

"Laughing, are you considered an old man in this place? If you don't want a wife, are you considered an old bachelor?"

In the darkness, Song Nuan's eyes were cunning.

"..." Wen Chongzheng reached out to pull her closer, and the two faced each other, with their foreheads facing each other. "Nannuan, then you can rescue the old bachelor?"

There was a hint of charm in his voice.

The sound is heart-wrenching.

Song Nuan tilted her head and pressed her soft lips on her.

The two of them slowed down, as if they both tacitly wanted to eliminate the at a loss just now. Wen Chongzheng reached out and grabbed the back of her head, inserted his long fingers into it, and his head was scattered.

He hugged her and turned around, and she was already lying behavedly under him.

The eyes adapted to the darkness, and both of them could see each other clearly.

Song Nuan reached out to put his arm around his neck, he lowered his head to kiss, slowly gradually entering, and the two of them fumbled and untied each other's restraints.

Out of breath.

"Wait...wait a moment."

Song Nuan gasped, and changed her arms to support her, holding her chest and preventing him from pressing her down.

Wen Chongzheng frowned, and the big sweat dripped on her face and flowed into her mouth, salty...

"Nannuan, don't joke."

Isn't it a life to stop him from going out?

Song Nuan had a bitter face and frowned in the word "Chuan", "I, I...I'm not kidding, it seems...I...I...we can't continue any more."

Wen Chongzheng looked down at her.

Song Nuan also knew how cruel it was to shout stop at this time.

"I...that relative... seems to be here."

When she was in a state of confusion just now, she felt something was wrong.

Hearing this, Wen Chongzheng sipped his blood in his throat. He got up from her body with all his hands, touched the clothes, got out of bed and lit the light.

He stood in front of the bed and asked in a low voice: "Nannuan, please make sure."

When she heard her relatives coming, she forced her blood to suppress the ground. At this time, she seemed to be more happy, as if the big stone in her heart had finally been moved away.

Song Nuan checked.

"real."

She was so funny and hilarious.

I never came after calling for it. It seemed like I was deliberately coming at this time.

"What should I do? Does my stomach hurt?" Wen Chong was standing outside, very nervous. He remembered that Song Ling was so painful that she cried last time.

"There's a little bit, but it's okay. Don't be more nervous than me. This is a very normal thing. I'm so nervous that I think I'm seriously ill."

"Phhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Wen Chongzheng spat a few times, "No nonsense."

"Oh." Song Nuan put on her clothes and got off the bed, "You go to bed to warm the quilt, I'll clean it up and come."

"I'll accompany you!"

Wen Chongzheng blurted out.
To be continued...