The night is long, but the spring night is short.
Zhou Bexu didn't want to waste time here, so he entered the bath obediently, with his back to Yu Lan.
After a while, Zhou Boxu heard the sound of water entering behind him and turned around.
Yu Lan was almost completely out of the water, with only his head and a long, white jade neck exposed.
Seeing her being so shy, Zhou Boxu felt funny, so he soaked the handkerchief in water and scrubbed his body.
Yu Lan huddled aside, watching the water flow down Zhou Boxu's neck and chest, watching Zhou Boxu finish washing his chest, abdomen and arms...
When it came to washing his back, Zhou Boxu curled up his hands. Not only did he wash hard, there was a piece of his vest that he couldn't reach.
Yu Lan blinked and said, "I'll help you."
"Okay." Zhou Boxu responded quickly and gently raised the corners of his lips.
He turned around and turned his back to Yu Lan.
Yu Lan approached, took the handkerchief and wiped his back carefully.
As he got closer, Yu Lan discovered that there was a scar on Zhou Boxu's left arm. Although it had healed, there was a pink mark on it, which was obviously a new injury.
Yu Lan raised his hand and touched it, feeling distressed and asked: "Did you suffer this in Duanzhou?"
After Zhou Boxu returned to Beijing, he only wrote a letter to inform him that he had returned safely, but did not mention the injury, so Yu Lan had no idea about it.
"On the way back to Duanzhou from Opan City, we encountered ruthless bandits robbing money." Zhou Boxu explained briefly.
Yu Lan was frightened when he heard this, and asked in a solemn voice: "Are there any other injuries?"
Zhou Bo prefaced: "No."
"Seriously? Don't hide it from me." Yu Lan was worried.
Zhou Boxu turned around, stared at Yu Lan with burning eyes and said, "If you don't believe it, princess, you can check it yourself."
Being teased unexpectedly, Yu Lan choked and said shyly: "I'm telling you something serious."
Zhou Boxu raised his eyebrows: "I'm serious too."
After hearing this, Yu Lan blushed even more.
After enduring it for a long time, Zhou Boxu could no longer bear it when he saw Yu Lan's shy appearance. He took the handkerchief in Yu Lan's hand and helped her scrub it.
After washing, Zhou Boxu pulled the person into his arms, and his broad palm moved up Yu Lan's slender back.
"Princess..." Zhou Boxu pinched Yu Lan's cheek and forced her to look at him.
Yu Lan's face was like a crimson cloud. Looking at the handsome face so close, his heart skipped a beat.
Zhou Boxu's throat rolled, and he couldn't help but kiss the red lips in front of him.
At the same time, he sat Yu Lan on his lap, holding the back of Yu Lan's neck with one hand, and caressing her body with the other.
The two were close to each other, and Yu Lan could clearly feel Zhou Boxu's body temperature and changes.
After the long and deep kiss ended, Zhou Boxu went down the jade neck and said while kissing: "Princess, I have offended you."
"Well..." A strange feeling of pleasure came over, and Yu Lan couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
Hearing this aphrodisiacal voice, Zhou Boxu's breathing suddenly became heavy.
He carried Yu Lan to the edge of the bath, grabbed the cotton handkerchief on the pool platform, put it on Yu Lan's back, and leaned on it.
"Princess, I apologize for the disrespect."
Yu Lan's face felt so hot when he heard such cryptic and explicit words that he seemed to be dripping with water.
She clung to Zhou Boxu's broad and tight shoulders impatiently, looking at the veil floating in the water with blurred eyes, rippling with the swaying waves.
"Princess, call me." Zhou Boxu requested in Yu Lan's ear in a hoarse voice.
Yu Lan, who was confused and confused, regained some clarity and thought about how to call him.
She is the king and he is the minister. Although he is older than her, he is called Zhou Boxu by his first name and surname.
But now that the two are married and he is her husband, it is obviously no longer appropriate to call him by his first name.
As for other names, it was difficult to say them out for a while.
Yu Lan thought for a while and called "husband".
Zhou Boxu was delighted when he heard this. He kissed the side of Yu Lan's neck and said, "Call me again."
"Husband..." Yu Lan's final voice was trembling and soft.
This is the nicest title Zhou Boxu has ever heard, and also the most pleasant sound. He had been waiting for this for more than ten years.
Now that he finally heard it, he finally held her in his arms and became one with him. The intense joy filled his chest and was hard to describe. I just want to crush Yu Lan into pieces and melt into his bones and blood.
After many years of love, Zhou Boxu mixed his love and longing into his actions, allowing Yu Lan to feel it firsthand.
The swaying water waves slapped the wall of the pool, seeming to be playing music. When Zhou Boxu took Yu Lan out of the bath, the water was already cold.
But both of them were extremely hot and didn't feel cold at all. Especially Yu Lan, whose snow-porcelain-like skin was floating with a light pink color, made anyone's heart flutter with excitement.
After wiping away the water drops, Zhou Bexu carried Yu Lan out of the bathroom and lay down on the spacious bed.
Even though there was an ice cream in the room, it still felt hot. Yu Boxu lowered the bed curtain and called his maid into the room. I added two more ice mirrors and cleaned the bathtub and changed the water.
After the maid had finished packing and left the room, Zhou Boxu looked sideways at Yu Lan, who was sleeping on his arm, and asked in a low voice: "Are you asleep?"
Yu Lan said nothing, but her long eyelashes trembled.
After a tiring day, Yu Lan felt very sleepy and fell into a hazy sleep. But when Zhou Boxu called, her mind woke up again.
Zhou Boxu came closer, starting from Yu Lan's trembling eyelashes and kissing her all the way down.
Having been satisfied once, Zhou Boxu was a little more patient. The hot kiss fell carefully, kissing almost all over Yu Lan's body.
Under the illumination of the red candle, Yu Lan's delicate body turned even pinker, and Zhou Boxu's breath was disturbed.
Seeing Yu Lan closing her eyes, Zhou Boxu called her in a low voice: "Princess."
Yu Lan opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes were moist and misty, making her heart itch.
Zhou Poxu grabbed her hand, put it against his solid chest, and led her down to touch his well-defined abdominal muscles.
"Princess doesn't like me?" Zhou Boxu stared into Yu Lan's eyes.
Yu Lan said shyly: "I like it."
Zhou Boxu was puzzled by the accusation: "Then why doesn't the princess touch me?"
Yu Lan: "..."
She bowed her head and couldn't believe that Zhou Boxu, who was cold and solemn in front of others and not tainted by worldly desires, looked like this after taking off his clothes.
She seemed like an innocent and ignorant girl.
Squeezing Zhou Boxu's tight abdominal muscles with his fingers, Yu Lan commented: "It feels pretty good."
Zhou Boxu smiled coaxingly: "Every place feels different when touched. Princess, you might as well try them all."
Yu Lan was not polite after hearing this, and seriously raised and lowered his hands.
Zhou Boxu was very cooperative and even encouraged Yu Lan with a smile.
"I am your husband, I can do whatever you want."
Yu Lan's hand paused and his eyes slyly said, "This is what you said."
The slender arms hooked around Zhou Boxu's neck, and Yu Lan raised his hand to gently caress the eye-catching Adam's apple, which made Zhou Boxu uncontrollably slide. Yu Lan smiled, raised his head and nibbled on it.
Zhou Boxu groaned, a slight pain and relief intertwined, and the numbness in his waist and abdomen almost annihilated him.
He couldn't wait for Yu Lan to do whatever he wanted to him, he just wanted to do whatever he wanted to her now.
"Princess..." Zhou Boxu's voice was hoarse and full of lust. He gasped and kissed Yu Lan, becoming one with her again.
It was really hot in summer, and within a short time Zhou Boxu was dripping with sweat on his forehead.
Yu Lan trembled as she watched the fine beads of sweat grow in size, merge together, and drip onto her chest, causing water splashes to bloom.
Zhou Boxu's arms and shoulders were also soaked with sweat, making Yu Lan so slippery that he couldn't hold on.
But she was floating in the clouds, and she always felt empty inside unless she caught something.
The red candle swayed silently, and when the two of them were soaked with sweat, Zhou Boxu lay on Yu Lan's neck, panting heavily.
