Lord God, do you want a wife?

Chapter 167: A Guide to Flower Growing in the End Times (38)

Her hair was still wet and fell on her shoulders like a waterfall.

The water droplets slid down the ends of her hair, fell on her porcelain-white skin, and then disappeared into the bath towel.

Her face was rosy as if she had just taken a shower, and there was a hint of laziness in her eyes. She glanced at Zi Min lightly.

Zi Min's throat rolled unconsciously, and his feet walked towards Bai Nian uncontrollably, pulling her into his arms and holding her slender waist with both hands.

The temperature in the bathroom was very high, and even Bai Nian's cold skin became a little warmer. Zi Min rested his head on her shoulder and breathed lightly on her neck.

His vines were already stirring, and the tips were curled up in excitement. Every cell in his body wanted to get closer to Bai Nian, but he was worried that his desire would scare her.

The next second he saw Bai Nian tilt his head and said with some dissatisfaction: “Stay away from me, I just took a shower, you stink.”

Zi Min's head drooped suddenly, with a hint of grievance in his eyes: "Nian Nian, I...I want to take a shower too."

Bai Nian chuckled, and she poked Zi Min's chest lightly with her finger: "Then go ahead, I'm not stopping you."

"Niannian, then...then wait for me." Zi Min's voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes seemed extremely familiar to Bai Nian, who had experienced several worlds.

He let go of Bai Nian and turned to walk towards the bathroom. Before entering the bathroom, he looked back at Bai Nian, his wet eyes full of anticipation.

Seeing Bai Nian leaning on the bed and no longer looking at him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss in his heart.

The moment he turned around, his previously wet eyes were filled with darkness. Looking at the vines beside him that were ready to reach out to Bai Nian, his eyes were dangerous and full of warnings.

No... this will scare her...

She doesn’t like…

The vines seemed to have their own consciousness and retracted tremblingly.

When Zi Min walked into the bathroom, he smelled the lingering scent of shower gel, the same scent as Bai Nian's. He leaned his hands against the wall and took a deep breath.

He stepped barefoot on the cold tiles, and his rationality seemed to be brought back.

Soon there was the sound of water in the bathroom.

Bai Nian leaned against the head of the bed like a lazy cat, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away, and he was too lazy to move at all.

The hotpot meal in the evening really made her feel a little full.

It has been a long time since the body has been so full, and the bloating feeling in the stomach makes Bai Nian feel a little uncomfortable.

She sighed softly, touched her slightly protruding belly with one hand, and kept tapping the bed sheets with the fingertips of the other, trying to ease the pain.

The sound of water in the bathroom gradually became blurred, and Bai Nian's consciousness gradually faded away.

This body seemed to be getting weirder and weirder. Bai Nian could actually faintly taste the flavor of tonight's meal.

When the original body turned into a zombie, it had no sense of taste, and its daily food was crystal cores.

And now there is another variable, but Bai Nian is not afraid of the butterfly effect after all. The absolutely powerful is not afraid of any variables.

Besides, Bai Nian quite likes this change now. At least nothing he eats tastes like chewing wax anymore.

Just as she was about to fall asleep with her eyes slightly closed, the bathroom door was gently pushed open.

Zi Min walked out with wet hair. Water droplets dripped down the ends of his hair, slid down the muscle lines of his chest, and finally disappeared at the edge of the bath towel.

However, no one can appreciate such beautiful scenery now.

Zi Min moved very gently, as if he knew Bai Nian was about to fall asleep and was afraid to disturb her.

He tiptoed to Bai Nian's bed and squatted down.

Bai Nian was originally a very alert person. She didn't move when she sensed the familiar breath. She also smelled the same scent of shower gel as hers.

When Zi Min squatted down, he blocked the glaring desk lamp, and Bai Nian's frown relaxed.

Zi Min carefully stretched out his hand and placed it on Bai Nian's waist.

"Niannian..."

The two were so close that Bai Nian could hear Zi Min's heartbeat. Her consciousness was in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness. She instinctively grabbed his hand and rubbed it gently against her cheek.

"Get up, don't sleep anymore, your hair is still wet."

Zi Min grabbed a strand of Bai Nian's still dripping hair with his other hand, looked at Bai Nian as she opened her eyes hazily, picked her up, and put her on the small sofa next to him.

Bai Nian looked up at Zi Min, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Zi Min's figure was even better than she had imagined, with well-defined muscles but not exaggerated.

The whole person exudes a wild charm that makes people unable to look away, of course including Bai Nian.

Seeing Bai Nian's cheeks flushed and staring at him blankly, Zi Min took out the hair dryer from the cabinet next to him, turned it to the lowest hot air setting, and blew it carefully.

Bai Nian was wearing a cotton suspender nightgown that only reached above her knees, revealing her slender legs. Her white feet were barefoot, and they were resting on Zi Min's instep.

The part of his chest that was adjacent to his hair had already been soaked, but he didn't know it and was still slightly squinting his eyes. Zi Min suppressed the emotions surging in his heart and felt a little angry and helpless.

Should he be glad that Bai Nian still trusts him?

The wind from the hair dryer made Bai Nian's fragrance more obvious. Zi Min lowered his eyes and said nothing, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Turn your head." Zi Min touched the hair on the sides. The ends of his hair were dry, but the tails were still a little wet. Because of Bai Nian's sitting position, he couldn't reach the hair at the back.

Hearing Zi Min speak, Bai Nian also nodded lazily and obediently, then turned his back to Bai Zimin.

Zi Min froze for a moment. Bai Nian's suspender pajamas looked normal on the front, but a large area of ​​porcelain-white skin was exposed on the back, which was only connected by a few thin straps, as if it could be torn off with a slight force.

Zi Min lowered his eyes and said nothing. He was a little afraid to look and swallowed secretly.

On second thought, he felt that he was very useless. She was obviously his wife, and he could look at her however he wanted.

He used the hair dryer to gently sweep Bai Nian's hair. Zi Min's fingers unconsciously touched Bai Nian's shoulders. His throat was a little dry, and his voice was low and trembling: "Nian Nian, your hair is almost dry."

Bai Nian tilted her head slightly, her soft body leaning against Zi Min, her eyes half closed, her long eyelashes casting a shadow under the light. Her voice was slightly nasal, sounding particularly naive: "Well, I understand."

Seeing that Bai Nian didn't mention the previous events at all, Zi Min narrowed his dark green eyes and tucked his jaw slightly, "Nian Nian..."

"My hair is done, where's my reward?"