Chapter 950 Cold Shower

Until he suddenly spread her legs apart.

Lin Mumu suddenly woke up, pushed Yun Ting away, and wrapped herself tightly with the quilt.

"I'm sorry, I'm not mentally prepared yet." Lin Mumu's voice was as small as a mosquito's, a little guilty, and a little trembling.

"Well. I'm going to take a shower." Yun Ting stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

The light in the bathroom was turned on. When he opened the door, Lin Mumu was secretly looking at him, and happened to see Yun Ting's back with only a piece of cloth.

It was so embarrassing!

Lin Mumu quickly covered her head with the quilt. Unfortunately, she couldn't sleep no matter how hard she tried.

Lin Mumu also felt that she was a little hypocritical. She knew that she had a serious illness during the winter vacation, and this serious illness made her body very abnormal.

It was okay when she was in Yuqing Taoist Temple. There were masters who often chanted scriptures and set up formations for her, and could suppress all the discomfort in her heart.

Once she left Yuqing Temple, as Master Lin Mumu said, she really couldn't leave Yun Ting.

What should I do? I can't leave, but I don't want to develop further.

They were already married, and Lin Mumu didn't know why she was being so hypocritical. Why didn't she give herself to him? It was already a done deal.

Lin Mumu hugged the quilt and tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and was still thinking about how to ask Yun Ting to come over.

Yun Ting took a shower, changed into a set of home clothes, and got into bed.

Lin Mumu hugged him, not daring to move around, for fear of starting a fire.

"Go to sleep, I won't touch you." Yun Ting's voice was very light, but very reassuring.

Lin Mumu fell into a deep sleep.

Little did she know how hard Yun Ting had to endure. He had just taken a cold shower, and the biting cold and his self-control suppressed his body's impulses.

Why was his body so impulsive when Lin Mumu hugged him like this, and didn't hug any key parts.

Fortunately, Yun Ting's self-control was really good, and he really didn't touch her.

The room was dark. In the silence of the night, there was only the sound of Lin Mumu's gentle breathing, which was very light and almost inaudible, a bit as quiet as a kitten.

No matter how dark the light was, it could not block Yun Ting's gaze. He looked at her, and saw her clearly and realistically.

She was in his arms again, so good.

Other things were not important, and they would always come slowly.

Lin Mumu's character was weaker than she thought. She actually liked to escape. If she was forced into a hurry, she would escape again.

She had forgotten Yun Ting before, and it was also subconsciously escaping. At that time, Lin Mumu thought that Yun Ting was dead, so she closed all the information about Yun Ting.

Her selective forgetting was also a way of self-protection.

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When Lin Mumu woke up the next day, Yun Ting was no longer by her side, just like the day before. The embarrassment of meeting each other early in the morning was avoided.

Everything that happened last night seemed to be a dream. When she woke up, there was actually nothing.

Lin Mumu was always afraid of the cold, but today she washed her face with cold water for the first time to make herself more awake.

It seemed like a whole winter had passed, and it was the first time that Lin Mumu had washed her face with cold water. It was really so cold. I wonder how Yun Ting took a cold shower last night?

After going out for a morning run, Lin Mumu stayed at home again, busy drawing her sketches.

For the first batch of flower pots to be fired, Lin Mumu planned to draw them herself. She decided on the general direction first, so that it would not be easy to go astray in the future.

However, Lin Mumu needed a lot of flower pots, and it was not easy to draw them in one or two strokes.