Addicted Pampering You: The Mysterious Pampered Wife of The Military Ye - Chapter 132
Knowing that Shen Qinglan is thin-skinned (sensitive/shy), Fu Hengyi didn’t tease her, and got up, “I’m going to make breakfast, and you can sleep for a while.”
Shen Qinglan shook her head. Once she wakes up, she can’t sleep.
Fu Hengyi got up, regardless of the fact that he was not dressed at all. He went to the closet to get his clothes and looked at the scratches on his back. Shen Qinglan was more and more uncomfortable and turned away from him.
Once Fu Hengyi had gone out of the bedroom, Shen Qinglan got up. She rubbed her aching waist and thigh. She sighed at the fact that Fu’s physical strength was really good. Shen Qinglan was so tired that she couldn’t help but fall asleep. It was still Fu Hengyi who carried her to the washroom.
When she washed up, Fu Hengyi had already made breakfast. Omelet plus a glass of milk.
Shen Qinglan didn’t like to drink milk, but Fu Hengyi prepared a glass of milk for her every day when she came home. Even if she didn’t like it, Shen Qinglan would drink it.
After breakfast, Shen Qinglan and Fu Hengyi stayed at home and watched TV. Fu Hengyi had planned to take Shen Qinglan out for a walk today. However, knowing that Shen Qinglan was not feeling well, he decided to take a rest at home for a day.
Fu Hengyi sat on the sofa, Shen Qinglan nestled in his arms, the TV playing a seemingly youthful drama, very boring.
Not long after, Shen Qinglan fell asleep. Listening to her even breathing, Fu Hengyi smiled gently. He pulled a side of the thin blanket, covered her body, but did not carry Shen Qinglan to the bed, knowing that even if she fell asleep, it was easy to wake up.
In order to make her sleep more comfortable, Fu Hengyi kept his posture and did not move, he bowed his head, quietly looking at her quiet sleeping face. He suddenly felt that at the moment his arms embraced the world.
When Shen Qinglan woke up, half of Fu Hengyi’s body was numb.
“I fell asleep? Why didn’t you wake me up?” Shen Qinglan had just woken up and her eyes were still a bit misty.
“Seeing you sleeping soundly, I didn’t bother to wake you up.” Fu Hengyi said with a smile, unconcerned about the soreness of his arm.
Shen Qinglan got up from Fu Hengyi’s bosom. Fu Hengyi still kept the same position as before, he couldn’t move now.
Naturally, Shen Qinglan also noticed and squatted down to give him a squeeze, “If I fall asleep again in the future, remember to wake me up.” This idiot, just let himself be pillowed.
Fu Heng Yi did not care to smile, enjoying his wife’s massage service, also did not answer.
“All right, all right.” When his body regained a bit of consciousness, Fu Hengyi asked Shen Qinglan to stop, afraid that she would get tired.
“What do you want for lunch? I’ll make it.”
Shen Qinglan just woke up, and had no appetite, “Anything is fine.”
Fu Hengyi saw her lack of interest, smiled, and did not ask her. He went straight into the kitchen.
When he came out again, he had two bowls of mixed noodles in his hand. She didn’t know what he had put in the sauce. It smelled delicious. Shen Qinglan finished up a bowl of noodles even though she had no appetite.
After staying at home all morning, Shen Qinglan didn’t want to go out in the afternoon, but she didn’t want to watch such a boring TV series. She turned her eyes and looked up and down at Fu Hengyi.
Fu Hengyi was looked at by her eyes a little inexplicable, “What’s wrong?”
Shen Qinglan circled around Fu Hengyi, as if she was thinking about something, already knowing that Fu Hengyi had a good body, and after seeing it last night, it was even more clear how the body wrapped in the casual clothes was well-defined and contained an extremely strong explosive power.
“Model for me?” Shen Qinglan opened her mouth, her eyes full of interest.
Instead, Fu Hengyi, looked at her, “You know how to draw?”
There was indeed an easel on the balcony of the house, but Fu Hengyi had never seen her paint before, so he assumed that she had put it up for decoration.
Shen Qinglan smiled, taking it as a default, “Not happy?”
“It is my pleasure to serve you, wife.” Fu Hengyi smiled and followed Shen Qinglan into the study, only to find that the easel on the balcony had somehow been moved to the study by her, his hand on the hem of his clothes, “Do you need me to get naked?” He doesn’t mind painting naked.
Shen Qinglan’s cheeks heated and glared at him, this rascal, Fu Hengyi’s eyes flashed with a touch of regret.
Fu Hengyi sat on the sofa according to Shen Qinglan’s instructions, Shen Qinglan moved a small stool and sat in front of the easel, picking up a brush.
This was the first time Fu Hengyi saw Shen Qinglan painting, eyebrows and eyes calm appearance, permeated with the taste of the years of tranquility. He looked at her, focused, gentle; she stared at the drawing board, serious.
Shen Qinglan’s painting was an oil painting. It was not something that would be done quickly. She also required Fu Hengyi to keep his posture unchanged.
In fact, this kind of waiting was very boring, but Fu Hengyi’s face did not have the slightest impatience. He looked at her with a tender, loving gaze. Sometimes, when they looked at each other, the two of them would gently smile.
This kind of Shen Qinglan who retired her body of defense and caution, as well as her coolness, looked like an ordinary 21-year-old girl.
It was almost evening when Shen Qinglan put down her brush and Fu Hengyi got up, “Finished painting?” Walking over, his eyes fell on the drawing board, startled.
On the drawing board was an oil painting. The color was not rich, a fresh light green background, what appeared to be a hillside, a large expanse of green grass on which lay a man, upright, dressed in a casual suit, one leg bent, his hand on his knee, the other leg stretched out casually.
In the painting, he had his hand pressed over his eyes, so he couldn’t see his face, but his three-dimensional features and high nose could be seen from the side of his face.
Not far away was a large tree with a woman sitting on its branches, who was currently focused on the man on the grass.
This man was, quite literally, Fu Hengyi, and this woman was Shen Qinglan.
“I’ll take this painting tomorrow and frame it, then hang it in the study.” Fu Hengyi said, reaching out to take the painting, Shen Qinglan stopped him, “This painting is not dry yet, let it dry first.”
Fu Hengyi saw the undried ink in the painting and withdrew his hand, allowing Shen Qinglan to pull him out of the study.
What Fu Hengyi didn’t see was that underneath the painting here, there was another painting, not like the one just fresh in color, this one was a large expanse of black, occupying three-fifths of the entire painting, only one corner of the painting still had a piece of white, like the dawn of darkness.
In the great expanse of darkness there was a hand, stretched out from the ground, slender and pale, it was a woman’s hand, and on that hand, there was also bright red blood, and mottled scars, it was stretched out in one direction with an effort, as if it were hooking something.
Looking in the direction of this hand, one can see a large hand, wheat-colored, with a calloused palm, and behind that hand, there is a light.
In the lower right corner of the painting were two shallow words – salvation.
He was her salvation.
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