Chapter 600: An Improper Way of Thinking
"You’re the best, Mr. Ji," Shen Hanxing laughed. She could not bear to let Ji Yan continue to suffer like this, so she turned around and went into the bathroom. "I’ll go take a shower first!"
The charming vixen was finally going to hide and stop seducing people. Ji Yan heaved a sigh of relief and took a few steps forward worriedly. He stood at the bathroom door and said, "There’s shower gel in the tall bottle. My wife, take a look and see if you like the smell. If you don’t like it, I can go to your room and get yours."
"It’s okay, I’ll just use yours." Shen Hanxing’s voice was muffled through the bathroom door.
Seeing that Shen Hanxing did not mind using his shower gel, Ji Yan stared at the bathroom door for a while. Suddenly, he could not help but smile gently. He had to admit that it was painful to suppress his desires, but when he felt Shen Hanxing’s trust in him, his heart was filled with sweetness and comfort. It was as if the whole world had become happy because of Shen Hanxing’s existence.
At that moment, the bathroom door suddenly opened a crack, and Shen Hanxing popped her head out. "Mr. Ji." With a smile in her eyes, she waved at Ji Yan. Ji Yan hesitated. He looked down and saw that Shen Hanxing was wrapped in a bath towel. He then took a few steps forward and gently asked, "My wife, do you have any orders for me?"
"It’s nothing. Before I took a shower, I suddenly thought of something I haven’t done, so I came to do it." As she spoke, Shen Hanxing stood on her tiptoes and gave Ji Yan a light peck on the lips. As soon as their lips touched, Shen Hanxing smiled slyly and asked, "When you said you had an improper way of thinking, were you referring to this?"
Ji Yan’s adam’s apple bobbed. He wished he could just hold Shen Hanxing in his arms. At that moment, he could only see Shen Hanxing’s sweet smile. As he looked at her, he felt an indescribable joy in his heart, as if a hundred phoenixes were singing in unison and the gongs and drums were ringing in the sky. He looked at Shen Hanxing’s pretty face and could not help but lower his head to kiss her pink lips. He said in a hoarse voice, "No, it’s a more frivolous idea than this." He was struggling with his instincts. A thin layer of sweat had formed on his forehead after his shower. His kiss was hot and intense, but his hands were clenched into fists and he did not dare to touch Shen Hanxing. It was as if this was the only way to remind him not to do anything more outrageous.