C3 (1/2)

Zhao Bin's tone was full of admiration and couldn't help but praise him.

Han Qian couldn't help but feel a little happy. This dress looked a little revealing, but it was really pretty after she wore it, causing her initial resistance to grow to like it.

Once again, Han Qian inwardly sighed at Zhao Bin's meticulousness, and felt extremely grateful towards him.

After Zhao Bin went to work, Han Qian had thoroughly cleaned up the inside and outside of the villa and busied herself for the whole day preparing to wash the clothes.

She took out a basin from Zhao Bin's room that was full of clothes to be washed. She placed them one by one on the side. There were a few pieces at the bottom of the basin …

The black cloth surprised Han Qian.

The cloth was covered with a little bit of white dust, and it was giving off a little fishy smell.

Han Qian naturally knew what was on it. She used to be at home and often helped her husband wash his underwear.

Han Qian suppressed her embarrassment and rubbed the black cloth with her small hands. She was slightly surprised as she did not expect Zhao Bin to be so big when he looked at her thin body …

Each piece was covered in a conspicuous white haze, and Han Qian's face was completely red. Just how much money had been accumulated?

She couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she thought. Zhao Bin was so good-looking, and he had so much money, how could he lack women?

When Zhao Bin returned home, what he saw was exactly this scene.

Wearing an extremely short nightgown, Han Qian was almost half-kneeling on the ground, revealing her snow-white thighs and plump butt.

She was rubbing a thin piece of fabric with her hands. When Zhao Bin took a glance at it, he turned pale with fright. Han Qian was washing her underwear, and she was doing it by hand.

Han Qian's upper body slightly swayed, and her skirt also swayed with her movements, revealing a bit of her white underpants and round, beautiful hair.

Zhao Bin's peach-like butt attracted his attention. He wanted to grab it and feel its soft touch.

The seductive gaps between his legs made Zhao Bin think further and further away. Han Qian's posture was similar to that of a female lead in an AV, also kneeling like that …

Zhao Bin felt that the blood in his body was warming up bit by bit. He had the urge to hug Han Qian in his arms.

Then he woke up and shook his head, laughing at himself. It seemed that he had been single for so long that he had an impulse to marry a woman.

He coughed lightly, pulling Han Qian's attention back to him. ”Why aren't you using the washing machine, Little Qian?”

Han Qian was shocked. ”Brother Zhao!”

Upon hearing Zhao Bin's words, a trace of distress flashed across Han Qian's face. ”I-I do this at home …”

Zhao Bin had almost forgotten that Han Qian was a woman from the countryside. Previously, she didn't even know how to use a flower shower.