Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease! - Chapter 243

Chapter 243

Chapter 243: Scrub Yourself!

His single word ‘wife’ caused Song Wuyou’s steps to falter, nearly slipping on the bathroom floor . She gritted her teeth as she fought to balance herself, cursing in her heart: Stinky man!  Flinging his pajamas onto the racks, she adjusted the cold water to warm .

“Warm water shower?” Gu Yanhao asked .

He doesn’t like warm water? Without a word, she turned the tap back to cold water once more .

Gu Yanhao looked at Song Wuyou with an ambiguous gaze saying, “It’s better I shower with cold water . I’m afraid that warm water won’t be able to reduce the heat in my body . ”

“You…” She really wanted to curse at him . Catching sight of the wound on his chest, a schadenfreude smile raised the corner of her lips, “Warm water, I’ll help you; cold water, you wash yourself . Choose one of the two . ”

“Song Wuyou, aren’t you afraid that if the chaotic energy in my body suddenly explodes,  it will eat you up ‘til nothing is left?” Gu Yanhao teased .

Her lips curved deeper into a complacent smile, “The chaotic energy in your body will turn the little hole in your chest into a big hole, and the moment it explodes you’ll probably barely have half a life left . ”

“That’s why I am holding in this terrifying power . Wait till my wound is healed, I’ll deal with you then . ” Gu Yanhao lifted his arm and gave a ‘brute force’ knock on her forehead, “Warm water . Quickly undress me . ”

Song Wuyou caressed the painful spot he knocked, muttering with contempt, “You have the strength to hit me but cannot undress yourself?”

“Cannot!” Fine, I’ll undress you . It’s not as if I haven’t seen your body before! Despite what Song Wuyou said to herself, her face was redder than a monkey’s ass by the time she had finished undressing him .

She felt so… uncomfortable!

At par with her flushing face, the smile on Gu Yanhao’s face was equally bewitching .

She’s… . so beautiful!

Song Wuyou tried to avert her eyes from glancing downward, otherwise, in a moment of carelessness, her eyes would sweep over that place . Grabbing the shower head, she moved behind him, wetting the areas outside the bandage . Outside the bandage area…isn’t that his hips and below?

Song Wuyou felt extremely shy, then her thoughts shifted rapidly: it’s just a butt, right? What was she afraid of? What was she being shy for?

Therefore, with one hand holding a washing cloth and another holding the shower head, her hands moved in a rhythm, scrubbing… scrubbing…

Gu Yanhao stood still with his legs slightly apart, like the character eight (八) . His thin sexy lips were slightly curved in a raffish smile, “Discard the towel, it’s more pleasurable when you’re using your hands . ”

“If you don’t keep your mouth shut I won’t even use the towel . I’ll merely wet you with water and then stuff you in the pajamas,” Song Wuyou warned .

“No . ” The smile on his face didn’t diminish, “Using a towel is fine too . I didn’t shower yesterday, so you must wash me up nicely . ” With that said, he turned around .

Song Wuyou who’d squatted down to scrub his thigh merely felt her vision blurred, and the scene before her eyes changed .  Just now it was still two slender chiseled legs, why did it change to… . Although it was still two slender legs, that hairy dark patch… what’s the situation?  She stared at the view in front of her for a few seconds before dumbly looking up at Gu Yanhao .

At first Gu Yanhao was still fine, but after that few seconds of being stared at by Song Wuyou, he gradually hardened, standing proudly at attention before Song Wuyou .

The clear look in his eyes darkened profoundly with the reaction of his  ‘little guy’ .

“With merely a look you awaken him; you’re really capable . ” Gu Yanhao commented in his low sultry voice, sounding a little hoarse .

Song Wuyou glared at him with a red face, “Don’t play the rogue . ”

“This is a normal reaction . If it doesn’t wake up, that’s not normal . ”

“……………”

“Song Wuyou, wash it clean . ” Gu Yanhao’s hand reached out, holding her small hand clutching the towel .  Her hands felt small, soft as if boneless, and extremely comfortable while held in his palm .

“Scrub yourself!”