msmithbooks Chapter 259 I'm really getting angry!
Chapter 259 I'm really getting angry!
Chapter 259 I'm really getting angry!
The night was as dark as ink, deeply covering this renowned ancient porcelain capital.
Yu Huan gripped the steering wheel, driving the small Audi at breakneck speed towards the hotel.
This small city is filled with Ming and Qing dynasty Hui-style buildings, exuding a strong sense of antiquity.
However, the nightlife did not seem to be thriving; most of the shops on both sides were closed, and the streets were very quiet in the night.
A moment later, the little Audi drove across the bridge spanning the Changjiang River, with only a faint engine roar and tire noise inside the car.
Lin Yourong covered her mouth and yawned, glancing at the car's navigation system. Seeing the screen showing that they were getting closer to the hotel, she turned around and pulled a crossbody bag from her tightly packed luggage.
Gently unzip the zipper.
She slowly removed the necklace and bracelet and put them in her bag, leaving only the ceramic bracelet that resembled the one on Yu Huan's wrist.
The only difference is that one bead is black and the other is white.
Yu Huan glanced at her wrist; in terms of whiteness, smoothness, and delicacy, it was comparable to ceramic beads.
He quickly looked back at the road and joked, "Rich lady, why did you hide all your treasures?"
Upon hearing this form of address, Lin Yourong couldn't help but roll her eyes slightly.
She turned sideways, extended her right hand, and gestured to Yu Huan's right wrist, which was gripping the steering wheel, then said with a smile, "Matching set~"
"wrong!"
Yu Huan retorted decisively, then spoke slowly with a smile:
"It's a couple's set."
Lin Yourong smiled sweetly, leaned back in her chair, and said, "Hmph, whatever you say, it's a couple's set it is."
Yu Huan simply shrugged at this somewhat arrogant statement.
Not long after.
Following the navigation, the little Audi arrived at the Xishan Lake Hotel.
We were now far from the old town.
This place, located near the water's edge, appears exceptionally quiet and serene.
They slowly drove into the open-air parking lot. After getting out of the car, Yu Huan gentlemanly took Lin Yourong's crossbody bag and led her soft little hand towards the hotel lobby.
In an era when hotel registration was not strictly enforced, Yu Huan only showed his ID card.
As the receptionist scrutinized him, he politely pulled his mask down to his chin so she could verify his identity and confirm that it was him.
After checking in, the couple, who were dressed in veiled clothes and looked somewhat mysterious, quietly went up the stairs to the third floor, led by a porter.
Not a moment.
The bellhop who led them to the room stood by the door.
As Yu Huan swiped her room card and pushed open the door, he immediately spoke in a gentle tone:
"Sir/Madam, if you need any assistance or have any other questions, please feel free to contact the front desk or press the service button in your room."
"Okay, thank you very much." Yu Huan nodded slightly to him.
"You're too kind. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now."
Yu Huan smiled and said, "Nothing else for now."
Upon hearing this, the bellhop smiled, nodded, politely took two steps back, and turned to leave.
As soon as the couple entered the hotel room, the first thing they saw was a fully equipped living room, complete with a sofa, coffee table, and television.
Yu Huan casually placed her bag on the coffee table and then headed straight for the bathroom next door.
He desperately needed to relieve a slight tightness in his lower abdomen.
As he walked, he turned back to Lin Yourong and said, "Wife, I need to take a dump first."
Lin Yourong was adjusting the room temperature on the central control panel when she heard this and immediately chuckled: "Go to the bathroom, why are you telling me?"
"I just wanted to let you know," Yu Huan chuckled and pushed open the bathroom door.
Lin Yourong looked away and bent down to put on the disposable coral fleece slippers provided by the hotel.
I strolled around the suite leisurely, slipping on my light and soft slippers.
Finally, I stopped in front of the bedroom's floor-to-ceiling window and gazed at the tranquil lake through the spotless glass.
This area isn't in a busy city center, and there aren't any buildings opposite the window, so there's no need to draw the curtains.
Lin Yourong took off her mask and hat, tossed them casually on the bedside table, then lay back on the soft bed and let out a comfortable sigh.
Gently shake off the slippers on your feet.
However, she suddenly realized a crucial issue that she could not avoid.
This made her feel extremely uneasy, as if her heart was pounding like a drum...
After many days, I'm going to sleep in the same bed with him again, sharing the same pillow!
Lin Yourong was filled with anxiety and restlessness, tossing and turning in bed until she finally stopped, her chin deeply embedded in the pillow.
She lay on the bed, took two cell phones out of the pocket of her down jacket, and placed them in front of her.
Switch your phone to your right hand, gently touch the Home button, the screen lights up, and after unlocking, skillfully open the Penguin app.
Entering Yu Huan's personal space, I noticed that his latest post was still from 2011:
'The panda is so cute!'
The accompanying text features a half-body photo of a panda standing upright, wearing armor, with a scruffy beard, looking rather endearing.
With a hint of doubt, Lin Yourong looked down and saw the comments below.
Yu Chengzi: 'Still not asleep at 3 AM? Staying up all night playing games, huh?' Yu Huan replied: 'You night owl, patrolling the human world, aren't you?'
Yu Songzi: 'Damn, they're playing Warcraft without me.' Yu Huan replied: 'I don't play often, just trying out the new version.'
Upon seeing this, she suddenly realized that it was a screenshot from a game.
Scrolling further down, you can see that his profile contains a lot of sharing about games, including game guides, game screenshots, and his insights on games.
Lin Yourong was filled with doubt. Why had she never seen him play games?
Besides games, his posts also include snippets of everyday life and some somewhat naive reflections on life from his youth.
Who hasn't had a cringeworthy, immature phase?
Lin Yourong couldn't help but smile slightly as she watched.
The entire QQ Space is like Yu Huan's youth diary.
She quickly browsed through the pages, then exited the space and clicked to enter again.
I'm going to take another look at the photo album!
However, she noticed that although the album clearly displayed the number '33', clicking on it resulted in a blank page.
Clearly, the album was set to private, visible only to him.
Lin Yourong immediately put down her phone, picked up Yu Huan's phone, unlocked it, and went straight to the Penguin Photo Album.
The photo album has two categories.
'My classmates~' and 'My family~'.
She lay on the bed, carefully examining each photo.
Completely unaware, Yu Huan had already stood silently by the bedside.
He leaned forward slightly, looked down, and saw that Lin Yourong's fingertips, which were sliding across the screen, suddenly paused.
She was carefully examining his dark past when he was fifteen or sixteen.
They even double-clicked to zoom in, observing him sandwiched between Yu Chengcheng and Yu Songnian—
At that time, he was as thin as a chicken, and had just been reprimanded by Teacher Wu. His face was full of grievances, and he was almost about to cry.
Upon hearing Lin Yourong chuckle, Yu Huan's face immediately darkened.
Without realizing it, he used about three-tenths of his strength to pat her rounded spot.
The sound of a "smack" echoed in the quiet bedroom. Yu Huan could clearly feel the soft, bouncy texture of the buttocks, which trembled in her palm.
Before the chicken could start screaming, he quickly withdrew his hand, straightened up, and preemptively said with a hint of mockery, "What are you doing, peeking into my photo album, huh!"
This sudden slap caught Lin Yourong off guard. She was startled, and her phone slipped from her hand.
Turning around, she saw Yu Huan grinning mischievously. Covering her bottom where she had been patted, she frowned and scolded, "If you keep patting my butt like that—I—I'm really going to get angry!"
"Angry?"
Yu Huan turned around, wiggled his hips at her, and gave her a smug smile:
"Then come and hit me!"
Lin Yourong tightly pursed her lips to avoid bursting out laughing.
She propped herself up on the bed with both hands and sat up gracefully.
She raised her long leg, tugged at her skirt, and pretended to kick Yu Huan angrily.
Yu Huan staggered forward in agreement.
Just as Lin Yourong unleashed her deadly series of kicks and was about to deliver her second strike, Yu Huan suddenly turned around and grabbed her long legs clad in white stockings.
Slide your fingertips from your ankle down to your calf.
He gently pinched the soft flesh and said with a smile, "One kick is enough to get revenge, kicking again would be too much."
Lin Yourong tried to pull her leg back but couldn't, and instead he took the opportunity to hug her and rub her.
A faint blush crept onto her cheeks. She glared at Yu Huan, then pouted, feigning anger, and said, "Let go of me!"
Yu Huan stepped forward and reluctantly placed her legs back on the bed.
Lin Yourong adjusted her posture, supporting herself with her hands behind her back, sitting at an angle.
She looked up at Yu Huan, who was smiling brightly.
The two of them felt strangely awkward being alone in the room.
The main problem is that he's getting bolder and bolder!
The polite, sunny boy who always referred to Rong-jie is gone forever!
Yu Huan's gaze fell on her beautiful face, and her voice unconsciously softened:
"You must be tired from your journey today, and you're also on your period. Would you like to relax with a foot bath? I can call the front desk and have them bring you a foot bath."
"Hmm..." Lin Yourong hesitated for a moment.
Seeing that she did not refuse immediately, Yu Huan moved to the bedside table.
He picked up the landline phone with his left hand, picked up the small card with his right, carefully looked at the notes on it, and then dialed room service.
He explained his needs to the operator, hung up the phone, and turned around.
Lin Yourong was seen lying on her back on the bed, hugging a pillow.
She was holding her iPhone 5 and was intently tapping on the screen, clearly communicating with someone.
Yu Huan walked over, picked up her phone, sat on the edge of the bed, and opened the WeChat app.
In the work group, everyone was chatting, joking, and exchanging emojis, creating a harmonious and joyful atmosphere.
He was also relieved that the staff on duty today did not report any problems to him.
A moment later, upon hearing the doorbell ring, Yu Huan quickly put down her phone, got up, and rushed to open the door.
Turning the handle, the door opened, revealing a short-haired middle-aged woman in a uniform standing in the doorway.
She held the wooden basin securely in one hand and carried the thermos in the other.
"Hello sir, room service." She greeted him with a smile, then glanced at Yu Huan's face before saying, "Excuse me, here is your foot bath."
Yu Huan stepped aside and politely said, "Thank you, just leave it at the door."
"Yes, sir, the mugwort sachet has been placed in your foot bath." She nodded in response.
Yu Huan nodded: "Thank you."
You're welcome.
Yu Huan smiled slightly and closed the door after the room attendant left the room.
The sound of the door lock clicking shut drifted softly into the bedroom.
After the person left, Lin Yourong, wearing slippers, slowly walked out.
Yu Huan bent down and glanced at the wooden basin, which came with a disposable plastic foot bath bag and a palm-sized mugwort sachet inside.
I must say, the service at five-star hotels is impeccable and meticulous.
Her flowing skirt caught his eye and paused beside him.
Yu Huan turned her head away and met Lin Yourong's smile.
She crouched down slightly, picked up the thermos, looked at him, and said, "Let's soak together~"
“Okay!” Yu Huan readily agreed.
He straightened up, carrying the wooden basin, and went into the bathroom.
After carefully arranging the foot bath bag and filling it with an appropriate amount of warm water from the tap, I carried it to the feet of Lin Yourong, who was already sitting on the sofa.
Lin Yourong put down her phone, bent down and uncorked the thermos on the coffee table, and said softly, "Go change into slippers, I'll adjust the water temperature first."
Yu Huan nodded with a smile.
After quickly changing his shoes at the entrance, he sat down next to Lin Yourong.
Running your fingers over the dark brown leather sofa, you get a smooth and delicate feel; it's clearly a genuine leather sofa.
It's also very soft to sit on.
In the wooden basin, the temperature of the hot water gradually seeped into the mugwort sachet, and its unique herbal aroma was slowly released, filling the living room with the rising steam.
Lin Yourong was focused on the chat on her phone screen, while Yu Huan gazed at her fair and jade-like face.
He couldn't resist pressing his face against hers and gently sucking on her soft cheek.
Then he buried his face in her neck and took a few deep breaths.
The delicate fragrance of flowers and fruits mixed with the scent of mugwort filled his nostrils, making him feel incredibly refreshed and relaxed.
Lin Yourong shrank back, turned her head away coquettishly, and said, "Ouch~ It's so itchy!"
Yu Huan leaned back comfortably on the sofa cushions and let out a satisfied sigh: "My wife smells so good!"
This exclamation made Lin Yourong chuckle. She bent down and placed her phone on the coffee table, then looked at Yu Huan and said softly, "Hmm... you go ahead and make your drink, I'll go take off my socks."
After saying that, she stood up lightly and walked towards the bathroom.
Yu Huan watched her retreating figure, a sense of helplessness rising in his heart: "Sigh, she has to avoid taking off her pantyhose from her husband."
The bathroom is connected to the living room, and the sound insulation is not ideal.
Yu Huan could vaguely hear the sound of dripping water coming from inside.
He restrained the urge to whistle at her to cheer her up, after all, such a joke would be too embarrassing for her and would really be asking for trouble.
He quickly took off his cotton socks and tentatively put his toes into the foot bath.
The scalding water made him immediately pull back and step onto the edge of the soft sofa.
Lin Yourong opened the door and saw this scene.
A bright smile bloomed on her face as she jokingly asked, "What's wrong? Are you afraid of getting burned?"
Yu Huan shrugged and replied humorously, "Only a dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water. As a living person, of course I'm afraid of getting burned."
(End of this chapter)