Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of a Heroic Man Chapter 705: He Secretly Washing the Bed

Chapter 705: He Secretly Washing the Bed
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
In the room, the ambiguous atmosphere intensified with the man’s passionate kiss, causing her cheeks to flush and her heart to race. What started as a promised kiss spiralled out of control. Towels and clothes were scattered as Su Wen felt the enchanting touch of powerful hands exploring her body, each touch igniting electric sensations, heightening her desire.
“You said it was just a kiss.”
“Be good! Focus on the kissing!” He sealed her lips, leaving no room for further protest.
How could a man stop when he started kissing? Zhou Hengyang had abstained from his indulgences for the past few days. Today, he was determined to recoup his losses.
The next day, Zhou Yan awoke, refreshed her face, and headed to the courtyard for her morning exercise. To her surprise, she discovered someone sun-drying the bed sheets.
Zhou Yan couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh my nephew, you’re hardworking!” Sneaking up to Zhou Hengyang, she playfully teased, “You are washing Little
Aunt’s bed sheets early in the morning? What’s the matter? Why didn’t Little
Aunt know about your good side?”
Zhou Hengyang glanced at Zhou Yan with an expressionless face, continuing to focus on straightening the clean sheets on the clothesline. A gust of wind blew, and the red bedsheet fluttered in the wind. He nodded in satisfaction.
This colour was pleasing. He liked it.
His wife liked it too.
Imagining his wife lying on the red bedsheet, her snow-white skin and black hair, Zhou Hengyang’s eyes darkened. The fiery red colour enhanced her allure, making any man besides her willing to give their life for her.
Zhou Hengyang’s eyes grew intense.
Iznorinz her, Zhou Yan nudzed Zhou Henzvanz with her shoulder and winked
ambiguously. “Isn’t it great to have such a beautiful wife?”
Zhou Hengyang’s face darkened.
“Madam Zhou, please behave yourself.”
Zhou Yan placed her hands on her hips. “You come to my house to wash bed sheets early in the morning, and you ask me to behave? You are too unreasonable.”
“You are wrong,” Zhou Hengyang stretched out his index finger and bit it. “Firstly, I came last night, not early in the morning. Second, this bedsheet is mine.”
“It’s mine. I just bought it. I didn’t use it once before taking it out for Wenwen to use.” Zhou Yan felt her heartache. “Nephew, look carefully. This is made of real silk. It’s 100% real silk. Even I can’t bear to use such an expensive one.”
“Oh! That’s better for my wife.” Zhou Hengyang gave Zhou Yan a lukewarm smile. “Little Aunt, do you think bedsheets that Wenwen and I slept on can still be used by others?”
“You br*t, you have mysophobia!”
Zhou Hengyang indeed had mysophobia. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have endured the struggle of going out for the past few days. He couldn’t bear to let Wenwen suffer, not even a little bit.
“It’s not about mysophobia. It’s a basic requirement.” Zhou Hengyang felt he couldn’t explain to his aunt how much he cherished and wanted to monopolize his woman. Even though he desired Wenwen intensely, he couldn’t bear to be in such a place. “Only people like Heng Guang had mysophobia.”
“What mysophobia?”
Xu Pei’s voice came from behind. Zhou Hengyang had long noticed the footsteps. Zhou Yan’s hearing wasn’t as sharp as her eldest nephew’s. When she heard her husband ask about mysophobia, she subconsciously felt guilty, blushing and avoiding eye contact with Xu Pei.
Zhou Hengyang didn’t understand his aunt’s reaction. He sneered. “Madam Zhou, you’re up so early. Do you want to wash the sheets too?”
Zhou Yan’s face turned red. “What nonsense are you spouting? I’m your elder. You are rude. How dare you laugh at me? What’s wrong with people nowadays?”
“Everyone seemed so shamelessly, washing bedsheets in public without any scruples. Shouldn’t they be more discreet?” she thought..