This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

  Chapter 186 Cut the male incense must be painted!

  In the evening, Wife Lin was busy making dinner in the kitchen.

  Yan Shiqi wanted to help, but she declined to push it out of the kitchen.

  It seems to be rejected.

  The sky is getting late, and the golden color fills the room through the window. In the haze of twilight, clouds are layered on the corner of the sky, and Yan Shiqi's eyes are a little tired and closed.

  In less than three minutes, she opened her eyelids and looked at the dim setting sun with a sly flash in her eyes.

  She got up, jumped upstairs with her slippers, stepped up the steps, hesitated for a second, then turned and ran to the kitchen, "Sister Lin, after cooking in a while, you should go back first. You don’t have to wait to clean up."

"Huh?" Aunt Lin, who was cooking, looked at her in a daze, and fry the bottom of the pot twice. Thinking of some possibilities, she nodded her head and smiled with joy, "Okay, then I'll finish it. Just leave."

  Yan Shiqi supported the door of the kitchen, and caught Lin's wife's joyful expression of ‘young people, I understand’, and there was a moment of daze.

  The corners of her lips moved, trying to explain something, but suddenly she felt that there was no silver.

   "Oh, I'm going upstairs first!"

  Can't hold back Lin's ambiguous eyes, Yan Shiqi turned around hurriedly, stumbled on slippers without checking, and ran upstairs with embarrassed face.

  Lin’s wife, who is cooking, laughed enviously and shook her head. It’s nice to be young.

  ……

  Half an hour later, Lin's wife prepared the meal, put it in the holding cabinet, greeted Yan Shiqi, and hurriedly left Linhu Bay.

  Time, 7 o'clock has passed, and he has not returned yet.

  Yan Shiqi sits in front of the vanity mirror, carefully pulls the fluffy hair behind her head, and the two strands of broken hair hooked by her ears hang on the top of the collarbone. The graceful and graceful setting is again.

  She took the perfume and wiped it on her wrist, rubbing her two wrists for a moment, stepped forward and sniffed, the fragrance was suitable and not pungent.

  There is still behind the ear, and I wiped it a little bit.

   said on the Internet that this is the place where the male incense must be painted.

  Yan Shiqi drew eye makeup, her eyes were already round and clear, and the natural-curved peach eyes were outlined by the eyeliner, making her more demon and enchanting.

  She looked at herself with satisfaction, got up and walked to the closet and started looking for dresses.

  Blue, watery, but not coquettish enough.

  Pink, pure, but not eye-catching enough.

  Choose several colors, and finally, Yan Shiqi's eyes settled on a set of pure black silk robe.

  This one, she has never worn at home. It is the uniform dress of all the models during the Milan Fashion Week filming and was presented by the brand.

  The pure black fluorescent and shiny skirt waved like waves when it swayed, and the ribbon around the waist was half-hung, making her inadvertently think of the effect of putting on her body.

  Well, this is it.

  In order to match this nightgown, Yan Shiqi also deliberately changed a set of black inner wear, put the nightgown on her body, evenly embellished ribbons on both sides of the waistline, perfectly lining her exquisite curve.

  Half half past seven, Qin Baiyu came back.

   Stepping into the hallway, the man's eyes fell into the living room, without seeing Yan Shiqi's figure.

   Further inside, she was not seen in the lit kitchen.

  At this time, the man who had just taken off his jacket, heard the movement from the second-story spiral staircase, moved his eyes and cast his sights, and his breath fell with only one glance.

  The sky hasn't fallen completely, and there is no light in the living room. The sky was almost cyan and dim, only the bright light from the kitchen passed through the open door, pouring half of warm yellow.

  In such a light color, a slender figure stands at the top of the second-floor stairs.

  The man stood in the middle of the living room, looking up at the woman walking up the steps.

  She wore a silk skirt, a nightgown tied with a ribbon, and she had a slender figure, and a pair of white long legs were looming between the skirts when she walked...

  (End of this chapter)