Bathroom Chapter 12

  "I heard..." Wan Qing said vaguely, turned around and went upstairs, returned to that room filled with nightmares according to memory, walked into the bathroom...

  She could only use one hand to turn on the faucet, test the water temperature, and then stare blankly as the bathtub filled with water.

  A voice came from behind her, she was startled and turned around to see Mu Tianyang walking in.

  Mu Tianyang lazily rubbed his neck and unbuttoned his shirt.

  Wan Qing said: "I... I'll go first——"

  Mu Tianyang hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace: "Let's take a bath together! You're not convenient with one hand, I'll help you——"

  "No need—" Wanqing screamed, "I'll go help with cooking—"

  "Cooking is a nanny's job!" He pinned her against the wall, his knee pressed between her legs. "Here, you're the mistress, no need to do those things! My woman, I can still afford it!"

  His woman...

  Yan Qing felt that this remark was very piercing, as if... she had lost all her personal freedom. She looked at him tensely: "I... I'll go out first... I don't want to trouble you."

  "I'm not afraid of trouble," he said, raising his hand to unbutton her front buttons.

  She grabbed him with her uninjured hand, trying to stop him. But it was completely useless, the little strength she had, he didn't even need to push her away, and he continued to unbutton her clothes as usual.

  Looking at the remaining purple on her body, he recalled last night's passion, and his lower body was slightly itchy.

  He drew closer to her, letting her feel his sudden surge of desire, as he kissed her and asked, "Is it still hurting?"

  Such a question, she was too ashamed to mention it, and deeply buried her head in her own shoulders.

  Mu Tianyang lifted her skirt and pulled down her underwear. She trembled with fear, not knowing what he was going to do. Suddenly, without any foreplay, he entered her.

  "Pain——" Yan Qing let out a loud cry, her uninjured hand grasping his shoulder tightly, while her injured hand hung limply at her side.

  "Next time I ask you to do something, listen carefully." Mu Tianyang started exercising, "Listen... and it won't hurt..."

  "Wooo..." Yan Qing was in so much pain that she couldn't help but cry, and could only passively let him do as he pleased.

  The next morning, Mu Tianyang took Wanqing to the mall, with Ah Cheng and Ah Hua, two bodyguards, following behind them.

  "This one, this one... and that one!" Mu Tianyang pointed at a pile of clothes with his hand, telling Wanqing, "Go try them on!"

  She hesitated for a moment, then followed the shop assistant into the fitting room. After changing into one, she saw him sitting on one side reading the newspaper, and walked over to ask cautiously: "Is it okay?"

  "Swap!"

  Wanqing returned to the fitting room and changed into another one.

  "Go on!"

  The third item...

  "Swap!"

  The fourth item...

  "Change again!"

  He didn't even look at it, and the salesperson was nervous, not knowing what kind of clothes would meet his standards.

  Finally, he was too lazy to speak again, and Wanqing didn't dare ask anymore, so they just kept trying and trying until they were exhausted...

  "Mu total..." The shopping guide walked up to Mu Tianyang's side and said tremulously, "Have you finished trying it on?"