Chapter 490: Chapter 487
He stared at Wen Xian without blinking, his tone serious, “Are you sure you want me to say it?”
The groundhog inside her heart roared again.
Moments later, Wen Xian lay on the table covering her face, “Waaaah, I’m no longer clean, I’ve lost my purity, I’ve been bullied by Captain Lu.”
Lu Xiao glanced at her indifferently:
Wen Xian withdrew her hands: “Next time you do such things, please wake me up, thank you.”
Without another word, Captain Lu stood up, took away the finished bowls and chopsticks, and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Confused, Wen Xian made a sound of inquiry, propping her head up with her hand to watch him; however, from this angle it seemed she could faintly see that Lu Xiao’s ears were slightly red…?
Her eyes shimmered faintly.
Then she purposely stood up and walked to his side, staring at him intently.
Unexpectedly, Lu Xiao rinsed off his bubbly hands and then directly pinched her chin, turning her face to the other side.
That’s what Captain Lu said, very seriously.
She was almost amused by Captain Lu’s behavior.
She deliberately said, “Why is it that I can’t when I’m awake but it’s okay when I’m asleep?”
Upon hearing this, Captain Lu’s austere face reddened even further.
It seemed he was about to produce smoke.
In the end, he simply turned around, staring at her and said, “Wen Xian, you’re a woman, can’t you have some shame?”
With her eyes twinkling and sparkling, Wen Xian looked at him, the picture of innocence, “But I’m your wife, aren’t I?”
Now she was indeed his wife in every sense of the word, their marriage officialized.
Seeing him once again speechless and choked up by her words, her hand slipped into the pool of bubbles. She murmured as she looked down,
“Besides, if my husband isn’t embarrassed, why should I be?”
Lu Xiao wanted to turn around and walk away.
But it was as if Wen Xian had anticipated this, and she quickly grabbed his hand, rubbing it within the mass of bubbles, helping him wash the dishes.
She even threw a coquettish look at him, causing an explosive reaction in his heart.
He swallowed, resigned to letting her soft, boneless little hand hold his and roam about.
These days, dishwashing could be so full of allure.
Because Wen Xian had slept for a long time that afternoon, by the time they had tidied up everything, it was nearly ten o’clock.
Back in Beijing and Shanghai, it was normal for Wen Xian to sleep after midnight, but here, Lu Xiao insisted that she go to bed immediately.
She must not stay up late anymore to maintain a healthy body.
Wen Xian did not refuse, of course, because being in bed with Lu Xiao, clinging to each other, was something she adored.
At this moment, she was like a clingy little sprite, never leaving his side.
The cabin was airy from south to north, with a great layout, excellent lighting, and to maximize space usage, Lu Xiao even designed a small loft.
At about one meter ninety in height, it was just a bit taller than him, and she was obviously shorter.
Only after climbing the steps to the loft did Wen Xian see the view above.
It was designed with tatami mats, with a bedside table placed at the head of the bed.
On one side of the wall was a row of small bookshelves, which, for now, held only a book or two, and opposite the tatami, on the wall, there were hanging cabinets for storing clothes.
The loft space was also quite large. What Wen Xian liked the most was the spot near the large window, there—