Washing Husband's Underwear Again

The next morning, Zhao Yuheng saw Jin Bao'er washing clothes.

Since there weren't many pieces, Jinbaoer decided to hand-rub them.

"Wash me too, will you?" Zhao Yuheng said cheekily to Jin Bao'er.

Jin Bao'er suddenly shoved him away, the foam on her hand brushing against Zhao Yuheng's arm.

"You're so lazy, wash it yourself."

"You begged me to wash you back then."

Jin Bao'er glared fiercely at Zhao Yuheng: "Back then was back then, and now is now. Besides, back then you didn't care whether I lived or died."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuheng fell silent.

Okay, this is the only thing he's ever done to wrong Jin Bao'er, he admits it.

"Just wash them, it's just two pieces of clothing, I'll just scrub them while I'm at it."

Auntie brought out a basin of water, poured it out, and then scolded Jinbao.

Jin Bao'er: "..."

"Auntie, it's alright, I'll rub it myself," Zhao Yuheng quickly said.

"Just leave it there, I'll rub it later."

Auntie adored Zhao Yuheng.

She saw that he gave her such a beautiful gold necklace as soon as he arrived, and that he worked tirelessly all day yesterday.

There aren't many honest and capable children like this anymore. Unlike the two at home, who only move when poked and have no sense of responsibility.

"Bring it to me right now, or it'll be too late." Jin Bao'er gritted her teeth and squeezed out these words.

That despicable Zhao Yuheng!

He even won over his aunt!

Now that his aunt is backing him up, who else can stand on his side?

Zhao Yuheng took over the clothes and underwear he had worn yesterday.

"Wash your own underwear."

Jin Bao'er picked out Zhao Yuheng's black underwear with a look of disgust and threw it to him.

"Why? Can't we shower together?"

"Have you no shame? Would you let a stranger wash your underwear for you?"

Jin Bao'er didn't even bother to say anything to him; this straight man didn't uphold any "male virtues."

Who lets their friends wash their underwear? It's laughable.

"Are you an outsider?" Zhao Yuheng asked seriously.

"I'm not an outsider, so what am I?" Jin Bao'er looked at him in confusion.

After listening, Zhao Yuheng looked at her anxiously, then glanced around to make sure no one was watching before leaning close to Jin Bao'er's ear and whispering, "Wife."

After he finished speaking, the tips of his ears turned red instantly, and an endless wicked smile appeared on his face, along with a hint of smugness.

Jin Bao'er blushed instantly!

what! ! ! !

Get lost, you dead straight man!!

Jin Bao'er grabbed Zhao Yuheng's underwear.

His fingertips clenched tightly as he rubbed them together fiercely.

He wants to crush it, tear it apart, rub it until it's full of holes, and grind it to dust!

Jinbao'er's family owns a lot of land; otherwise, her aunt wouldn't be able to support such a large family.

So before he came back, his aunt had been picking pears for a week.

With Zhao Yuheng joining the team, what was supposed to be a month-long harvest was completed in just two weeks.

When the last day ended, it wasn't dark yet for the first time.

My aunt had a rare relaxed expression on her face as she held her phone and did the math to see how many pears she had produced this year.

"Xiao Heng is such a reliable and hardworking kid; he's done so much work for us!"

As she spoke cheerfully, her aunt calculated the bill, saying, "When he leaves, I'll definitely make sure he takes some pears and cured meat back with him, otherwise I can't let him work for free."

Jin Bao'er sat next to her, pouting.

Unconsciously, he fiddled with the edge of the stool, thinking to himself: "This young master condescended to work for you, not for your pears and meat."

Of course, Jin Bao'er didn't understand why Zhao Yuheng was doing this.

The straight guy is trying to flirt with me every day, but I don't know what he's trying to do.

When Jin Bao'er returned to her room after taking a shower, she saw Zhao Yuheng lying on the floor.

He crossed his legs, rested his head on one arm, and scrolled through videos with the other hand.

Occasionally, he would pull his arm back from under his head and scratch his neck and arm.

Upon closer inspection, one could see numerous rednesses and scratches on his body.

Jin Bao'er didn't even notice these past few days.

Because he himself is also busy working hard, how could he have time to keep an eye on other people every day?

Even if they bumped into each other face to face, he wouldn't dare stare, and would try to ignore them.

Less than half a minute later, Zhao Yuheng started scratching again, and the places he had scratched became red and swollen.

Jin Bao'er's heart tightened suddenly. She thought of something and turned to go downstairs.

Soon, he brought up a box of ointment.

I don't care what kind of ointment I use, but I used it whenever I had itchy skin, and it worked really well.

"what?"

Zhao Yuheng saw the ointment on his stomach and looked up at Jin Bao'er who was standing there.

"Wipe it yourself."

After listening, Zhao Yuheng smiled, shook his swollen arm, and his eyes sparkled:

"I want you to wipe it for me; it's more comfortable for you to do it than for me to do it myself."

"You are beautiful."

Jin Bao'er refused without hesitation and went to lie down on her own bed.

"If you don't wipe it for me, I won't wipe it."

After Zhao Yuheng finished speaking, he tossed the ointment aside and started watching videos again.

"Wipe it or don't, it's not me who's suffering."

After Jin Bao'er finished speaking, she turned her head away, wanting to avoid seeing or being bothered.

More than ten minutes later, Zhao Yuheng seemed to have gotten used to not having sound on when watching videos.

Anyway, he never opens the car whenever Jinbao'er is around.

But in this quiet night, the only sound in the room was the occasional scratching sound, which made Jin Bao'er's heart tremble.

"I give up. You're just used to being a young master. You'll be a young master forever."

Jin Bao'er finally gave in, picked up the ointment, squeezed out a little, and rubbed it on Zhao Yuheng's arms and neck.

"Gently, gently..."

"hiss……"

"Bear with it! A grown man like you crying in pain, have you no shame?"

Jin Bao'er said irritably, but unconsciously softened her grip, touching Zhao Yuheng's arm all over, even his neck, face, and Adam's apple.

Although he looked angry, he felt a surge of satisfaction inside.

It still has that familiar firm feel.

To make it easier for Jin Bao'er to wipe her neck, Zhao Yuheng tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing gently, revealing the lines of his neck completely.

Jin Bao'er: "..."

That damn straight man, he's tempting people again.

He quickly finished wiping Zhao Yuheng's hands, wiped his own hands with a tissue, then turned off the light and lay back down on the bed.

After a long time, Jin Bao'er found that she couldn't fall asleep, while the person next to her was still tossing and turning.

"Why are you moving around like that?"

"It's too hard, it hurts."

Zhao Yuheng rolled over and curled up his legs, his voice muffled in his arms, sounding aggrieved, like a big wolfhound that hadn't had a good night's sleep.

Jin Bao'er: "..."

That stinky straight man, what nonsense is he spouting now?!

"Hold it in!!"

"Huh??" came Zhao Yuheng's puzzled voice.

"I said the floor is hard, what are you talking about?"

Jin Bao'er: "..."

He would never admit that he had misunderstood.

"You've been sleeping for so many days, and it's only now that it hurts?" Jin Bao'er said without changing her expression, her heart as hard as stone.

"It used to hurt, but I didn't say anything."

That awful straight man! He speaks with such a pitiful tone, his voice even softening at the end, as if I've somehow bullied him.