He hung up the phone, just about to take out his keys when the door opened by itself.
Qin Huaixin was standing behind the door in her pajamas; seeing him staring blankly at her, she said discontentedly, "Well, co in quickly."
"Why haven’t you gone to sleep yet?"
After closing the door, Leng Yixing placed the things in his hands on the coffee table and leaned on the sofa, exhausted.
"Shuang’er went to bed late today. I just had a bath and heard so noises outside, so I ca to check," she said, handing him a glass of water. "Drink so water and go take a bath."
"Mm."
Leng Yixing gulped down the water in one breath. Qin Huaixin took the empty glass and said, "It’s been tough these past few days, right? I saw Lin Xiaoxiao causing trouble again today."
Lin Xiaoxiao?
Leng Yixing frowned, "Is she related to Jinyang and the others?"
Speaking of today’s events brought a rush of anger to Qin Huaixin.
"You have no idea, Lin Xiaoxiao’s shalessness has set a new record," Qin Huaixin recounted the news, and at the end, she added, "Only a woman like this could do such things."
Leng Yixing suddenly understood; it must be because Lu Jinyang knew about this incident that he was so eager for him to deal with Lin Xiaoxiao.
"Lin Xiaoxiao can’t bounce around much longer."
"Is Mr. Lu going to take action?"
Leng Yixing looked at her excited little face with amusent, "Yes, he’s wanted to handle Lin Xiaoxiao for a while, but Leng Wanxi threw off the original plan in the middle."
Qin Huaixin sighed, "Tell , why are these won so shaless? And there’s Tan Biyang too. Fortunately, Qingqing doesn’t rember the past, or else it would be so upsetting."
"Alright, always worrying. Let’s go, take a bath and sleep."
He was about to get up when a sudden force pushed him back down; it was so unexpected that he nearly strained his back.
Leng Yixing was about to scold her, but then he felt a warm touch on his lips—Qin Huaixin had taken the initiative to kiss him.
Over the years, their intimate monts had been few and far between. In the first year after Xiao Qing’s "death," they wouldn’t be intimate even once a month. It was only in the past two years that it gradually increased.
However, in five years, Qin Huaixin had never once taken the initiative to throw herself into his arms. Today was the first ti.
With this thought, Leng Yixing couldn’t hide his excitent, and the fatigue from before was swept away.
However, just as he was moved, Qin Huaixin suddenly let go of him and said, "Husband, I’m so glad there are no other won around you, otherwise, I’d get depressed."
Leng Yixing: "..."
This mood-killing wife~
He grim-faced, lifted Qin Huaixin horizontally, and walked to the room, directly carrying her into the bathroom.
"I just took a bath~"
"Take another one."
As he said that, warm water had already been spilled down, wetting most of Qin Huaixin’s body and hair.
She was going to refuse, but when she looked up, Leng Yixing had already taken off his shirt. After a mont of internal struggle, she decided to go for it.
After five years of marriage and not being a naive girl anymore, being modest was no longer suitable for her.
With that thought, the mont Leng Yixing pulled off her pajamas, her hand instinctively reached for the waistband of Leng Yixing’s pants...
This movent was incredibly stimulating for Leng Yixing’s senses.
Her movents were very slow, so slow that Leng Yixing almost lost control.
He bowed his head, kissing her earlobe, and whispered enticingly in her ear, "Shall I do it?"
"No."
Perhaps unable to stand his slow pace, Qin Huaixin quickly managed it. Because the movent was a bit large, her hand touched a certain spot, making Leng Yixing groan.
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