Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91: Chapter 089 Very Domineering [290+ Votes]

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This night, Zhang Shanni returned to the left wing very late. Before going back to her room, she made a special trip to her in-laws’ room. She saw that both were sleeping heavily. After carefully making sure their breathing was normal, she then returned to her room with peace of mind.

The climate at the end of September, although the Xie Family was at the foot of the mountain making the climate somewhat chillier, meant spending almost the whole day in the kitchen working, with sweat, smoke, and other fumes, made her feel really uncomfortable all over. She couldn’t possibly sleep without taking a bath!

Thinking about her husband leaving early the next morning, a sense of loss gradually welled up in her heart. She fetched water, made a fire, and hurriedly took a bath in the partition of her own kitchen. Afterward, she also brought up some warm water, preparing to wipe her husband’s face and body when she entered the room.

When Xie Jingchen returned to the inner room, he directly laid on the wooden bed. Zhang Shanni was so obviously afraid of dirt, how could he not know? Feeling indeed dirty himself, he hazily headed back to his room and aimed for the wooden bed.

When Zhang Shanni came back, he heard her footsteps, but at that time his head was still dizzy from alcohol, so he continued to lie down until more than three hours later. He heard his little wife enter the room, saw her stop by the bed, and after a sound of water, a warm towel was then placed on his face—

"Brother Chen?" Zhang Shanni closely watched her man and seeing him stretch his brow and open his eyes, she called out in surprise: Could it be he had drunk half a jar of wine? And yet, just three or four hours of sleep was enough?

"Wife!" Xie Jingchen, following Zhang Shanni’s movements, let her wipe his face and wash his hands, then he directly grabbed her small hand, gently tugged with a bit of strength, and embraced her into his arms. He pressed down and before Zhang Shanni could react, he had already pressed her down beneath him—

"Wife, you smell so good!" Xie Jingchen, with drunken dazed eyes, looked at his little wife under the dim yellow oil lamp. His straight nose leaned into her slender neck and took a deep sniff—