The Wife I Picked Up Is Too Fierce-Chapter 62 - Touched

At this moment, a figure silently appeared at the door. It was Xie Jiuhan.

“Jiu Jiu, you’re back?” Through the super hearing, Feng Qing instantly knew that he was back. Hence, she smiled and greeted him as she pounced on him.

However, to her and Xie Qi’s surprise, Xie Jiuhan waved his hand and stopped her. “Stand there and don’t move!” Xie Jiuhan’s voice was very, very cold. Feng Qing jumped in fright and immediately stopped. However, she suddenly smelled blood.

“Oh? Blood? Jiu Jiu, could it be your blood? Are you injured?” Feng Qing asked nervously. If her eyes could see, she would realize that Xie Jiuhan was only wearing a pair of black boxer shorts. His naked upper body was covered in blood.

“Tsk! You have to remember one thing. No one can hurt me yet. This blood isn’t mine, it belongs to those useless people. Go back to the room and wait for me. When I’m done bathing, I’ll see you immediately.”

Before he had finished his sentence, Xie Jiuhan walked into the bathroom.

It was only at this moment that Xie Qi realized that the Ninth Master did not let Feng Qing go near him because he was afraid that the blood on his body would dirty Feng Qing.

“Hehe, Ninth Master is really attentive to Young Madam.” Watching Feng Qing and Xie Jiuhan leave, a smile appeared on Xie Qi’s lips.

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In the bathroom, water vapour fogged up and water splashed everywhere. Xie Jiuhan stood under the shower head and allowed the hot water to hit his face and seemed to enjoy this moment. The water stream wrapped in white mist flowed down Xie Jiuhan’s perfect body. His statue-like figure appeared even more mesmerizing under the contrast of the water and mist.

“Hu…” Xie Jiuhan took a deep breath and rubbed his hair with one hand. Then, his forehead was revealed.

Suddenly, he swung his fist. The wind from his fist passed through the flowing water and caused a splash. His fist fiercely smashed into the wall, instantly shattering a piece of the tile on the wall.

“Damn it!” Xie Jiuhan shouted.

Just now, he could not help but recall how he had invited the Healer to treat Feng Qing. He had thought that he would definitely succeed, but in the end, he was still rejected. This made him extremely depressed.

On the chaise lounge, Feng Qing was playing with her phone when she heard the sound of hitting the bathroom. Her hand froze.

Feng Qing raised her head and looked in the direction of the bathroom. Although she couldn’t see anything, the expression on her face was as if she could see everything.

Feng Qing threw her phone aside and sat up with her arms wrapped around her bent legs, a hint of guilt on her pretty face.

She was very clear that her repeated rejections today had a huge impact on Xie Jiuhan. Such a proud man had even done something like kneeling down, but in the end, he was still mercilessly rejected. If it was her, she would be very angry.

Just as Feng Qing was deep in thought, the bathroom door slowly opened. Xie Jiuhan walked out surrounded by a white mist.

After the mist dissipated, Xie Jiuhan came to Feng Qing with a white bath towel wrapped around his body.

Feng Qing snapped back to her senses and hurriedly stood up from the chaise lounge. She then reached out to touch Xie Jiuhan.

“Jiu Jiu, put on some clothes so that you don’t catch a cold,” Feng Qing said sweetly. In the next second, Feng Qing’s hand touched Xie Jiuhan’s chest gently. Wherever her hand passed, countless crystal droplets were cut by her.

Xie Jiuhan’s brows twitched. He wasn’t angry, but he felt puzzled. He felt that Feng Qing seemed a little strange today. She seemed to be especially passionate about him. However, he quickly shook his head. Why was he thinking so much? What was wrong with being passionate about him? Xie Jiuhan’s heart gradually warmed up as he felt the softness and warmth from Feng Qing’s palm.

The next second, Xie Jiuhan stretched out his arms and pulled Feng Qing into his arms. Instantly, a soft and fragrant feeling enveloped him. It was such a simple embrace that the depression and anger in his heart were instantly extinguished. The virgin’s body was milky and fragrant, stimulating Xie Jiuhan’s nerves constantly.

The two of them arrived at the chaise lounge. Feng Qing was lying obediently in Xie Jiuhan’s arms like a kitten, but her hands were still gently caressing the outline of his chest.

“Lie down first. I’ll go and shave,” Xie Jiuhan said and prepared to get up. He remembered very clearly that when he kissed Feng Qing, his stubble had pricked Feng Qing very uncomfortably.

“Shall I help you shave?” Feng Qing asked.

Xie Jiuhan paused for a moment and quickly walked back with the razor and shaving foam.

He laid on Feng Qing’s thigh and slowly closed his eyes. Feng Qing skillfully applied the shaving foam to his face.