Meg firmly believed that Irina was able to calmly let this matter go because of her trust in him.
That's right.
Between husband and wife, trust is something stronger than gold and stone.
"If he had the guts, he would've already touched my bed. Why would the little bitch outside have a chance? Ha, men. "Irina put down the pen and closed the diary.
After sitting by the bed for a while, Irina got up and opened the door to the next room.
Meg, who was sitting at the desk and drawing, heard the sound and turned around in surprise.
Irina, who was wearing a gauze nightgown, had a perfect figure that was faintly discernible. Her fair face seemed to have a seductive glow under the warm light.
But looking at her half-smile, Meg felt a little scared.
Could it be that … she went back on her words?
He glanced at her left hand, and after confirming that there was no folding chair there, he was slightly relieved.
"What's wrong? Is something wrong?" Meg got up and asked with a smile.
"What's wrong? We're an old married couple. Can't I come to you at night if there's nothing wrong?" Irina asked with a smile. When she turned around, the gauze nightgown slid down a little, revealing a bit of her shoulder.
Looking at that exquisite collarbone and creamy skin, Mag's Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously.
He had seen many so-called goddesses, and he had thought that he could handle women as if they were nothing.
But in front of Irina, his heart couldn't help but beat faster, and his mind was in a mess.
Just like … the feeling of first love?
Seeming to have noticed Meg's abnormality, Irina slightly raised the corner of her mouth. She walked into the room, closed the door, and locked it.
Meg glanced at the locked door, and then looked at Irina who was walking towards him. He felt that something was going to happen tonight.
Irina walked in front of him, and was only half a meter away from him.
She must have just taken a shower as her face was still a little rosy. He could smell the faint fragrance of the Water of Life and a little jasmine on her body. It was a fragrance that made people feel comfortable and addicted.
Irina raised her head slightly to look at him. Her eyes were sparkling, and her face was flushed red. Her breathing seemed to have become a little faster.
The atmosphere seemed to have become a little more ambiguous.
Meg took half a step forward. Their bodies were almost touching as he teased her, "What's wrong? Is the Queen shy as well?"
"No, the queen will never be arranged." Irina reached out and pushed Meg onto the bed. Then, she climbed on top of him …
… …
Today's moon was big, round and soft.
This was the truest thought in his heart when he climbed to the peak.
There was a poem to prove it:
The sounds of the lovers whispered, the fragrance of the wind rushed, and the red lips pressed against each other.
Fragrant skin like snow, the gauze dress slowly unraveled, revealing the spring scenery.
The fragrant jade body said that it was warm, how many wind and moon.
Tonight, the fish and water were harmonious, trembling, and the spring tide was hard to stop.
A thousand murmurs, a hundred panting sounds, several times of pleasure.
… Note 1
It was a sleepless night.
The next morning, Meg was woken up by a knock on the door.
Meg sat up in bed with his hands on his waist. He glanced at the beauty who was still sleeping next to him with a satisfied look on her face. He couldn't help but smile a little proudly.
"Father, we're starving to death …" Amy's voice came from outside the door.
Meg quickly got out of bed and put on his clothes. He pulled the blanket over Irina and covered her long, fair legs before opening the door and going out.
He looked at Amy and Anna, who were guarding the door, and said with a smile, "Why, are you both hungry?"
"Yes."
The two little ones nodded at the same time.
"Mother isn't in her room. Did she sleep at your place last night?" Amy asked as she peeked into Mag's room. Mag nodded. Mag nodded.
"Ah … She said there were rats in the room last night, so she was scared and ran to my room to sleep." Meg quickly closed the door and explained with a smile.
"So you two didn't sleep well last night after fighting rats?" Amy said thoughtfully. "So you woke up late."
"Yes, that's what happened." Meg held back his laughter and accepted the little one's excuse. He said, "Let her sleep for a while. I'll go make breakfast for you two."
"Okay!" Amy nodded and obediently followed Meg downstairs.
"Rats?" In the room, Irina opened her eyes and stretched lazily. Her eyes were still a little dazed. She whispered, "Don't you know how to be gentler …"
Meg made a sumptuous breakfast and specially filled a big bowl of soy milk for himself.
Amy went upstairs to call her mother down for breakfast.
After a while, Irina came downstairs in a casual dress. Her footsteps were a little unnatural.
Meg quickly got up and pulled out a chair for her. He naturally took her hand and helped her sit down.
Irina's fingertips tickled his palm. She glared at him with 30% resentment and 70% affection. Her delicate appearance made her look like a newlywed wife.
Meg carried a bowl of nutritious chicken soup and placed it in front of Irina. He said with a smile, "I made this especially for you. I added some life water. It's very nutritious."
"You're drinking that?" Irina glanced at Meg's bowl of soy milk.
"I have to take good care of myself too." Meg nodded in agreement.
Irina seemed to have thought of something. Her face immediately flushed red, and she glared at Meg.
Meg smiled and returned to his seat. He took a bite of a youtiao and drank two mouthfuls of soy milk. He was also hungry and needed to replenish his energy.
After breakfast, Meg cleaned up the dishes.
He had overworked himself last night and canceled all his activities for the day. He just wanted to rest at home for the day.
"Anne's drawing is really good, and she's so fast. I've only been out for two or three days, and she's already drawn three sketchbooks." Irina opened Anne's sketchbook and was a little surprised.
"Yeah, she has a pair of hands that all cartoonists are envious of." Meg nodded in agreement. Perhaps she was a cartoonist with a talent for tentacles.
"Oh, yes. What's that big machine of yours for?" Irina asked Meg.
"It's for Anne's sketchbooks. That's a machine that can print color. It can print sketchbooks with colors," Meg explained.
"But no one in the factory knows how to use it." Irina shook her head.
"It's alright. I'll go back and operate it myself in a few days." Meg was also worried about letting others operate it. That was a nuclear-powered printing machine. If there was a mistake and it self-destructed, Chaos City would really be leveled.
Meg brewed a pot of tea, poured a cup, and put it beside him. He was reading a book called "The Chronicles of Abnormal Magical Beasts" leisurely.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Meg turned around.
"That beautiful lady boss who made you walk out with your hand on her waist. She's here to look for you again," Irina said with a half-smile.
"I'll go open the door!" Amy jumped down from the chair and skipped towards the door.
…
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Note 1: This poem is excerpted from the Three Thousand Tang Poems. It has nothing to do with Whispers of the Underworld.
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