Chapter 222 - 120: The House is Soundproof, I Can’t Hear

Chapter 222: Chapter 120: The House is Soundproof, I Can’t Hear

Seeing her daughter was energetic enough to play with Chen Yuan, Jiang Wanyi smiled knowingly.

She had seen this scene more than once, but every time she did, it filled her with warmth and happiness.

The next second, their eyes met mid-air. Jiang Wanyi’s face instantly flushed, and she shyly turned and went back to her room.

Back in her room, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. The towel was too large and couldn’t be wrapped securely, leaving a large part of her chest exposed, along with a deep cleavage.

But soon, Jiang Wanyi stopped caring.

’He’s already seen everything, not just what’s under the towel, so there’s no need to be shy.’

’But will he be able to sleep well tonight?’

’He’s a hot-blooded young man, so it’s hard to say.’

’But the problem is, how am I supposed to help!’

’I hope I’m just overthinking it. It should be fine, right?’

She opened the closet door and took out the underwear and nightgown she planned to change into, but then she remembered what the doctor had said.

Her fine brows furrowed. She picked up her phone and started to search.

She typed and deleted her query several times, feeling her phrasing wasn’t clear.

After thinking for a moment, she typed in her search.

"What are the effects of long-term abstinence on men?"

She hit the search button, and a list of related content popped up.

She read through them one by one, even looking at some of the top-rated comments.

Increased risk of prostate disease?

Decline in function?

Lower sperm quality and activity?

Hormonal imbalance??

After reading all this, Jiang Wanyi’s brows were practically tied in a knot.

’It can’t be that serious, can it?’

She had only ever known that too much wasn’t good, and neither was too little, but she’d never imagined there could be so many effects.

Then again, she had heard a colleague say that if a woman goes without, it can indeed affect her endocrine system.

’It should be the same for men, right...?’

’What am I supposed to do?’

’Young men probably have their own ways of handling it, right?’

’This is so frustrating!’

’I’m not going to think about it!’

After changing into her underwear and nightgown, Jiang Wanyi called out softly.

"Bring the baby over."

In the living room, upon hearing Jiang Wanyi’s voice, Chen Yuan picked up the child.

"Time to go. Mommy wants to hold you while you sleep."

He carried the child to the master bedroom, gently placed her on the bed, and patted her little bottom.

Mili lay there on her stomach, motionless, her big, dark, glistening eyes fixed on Chen Yuan, smiling from time to time.

Jiang Wanyi sat cross-legged beside them, drying her hair with a towel and savoring the heartwarming moment.

Still worried, Jiang Wanyi checked her temperature again.

36.7.

It was back to normal.

"You go wash up. I’ll put some more medicine on for you in a bit."

"Okay."

He had showered during the day, so at night, it was just a simple matter of brushing his teeth and washing his face.

As he did, he felt a sting at the corner of his mouth. Even a light touch was searingly painful.

When he came out after washing his face and returned to the room, he saw that Mili was already asleep.

Making a "shh" gesture, Jiang Wanyi pulled up the blanket to cover Mili, then pulled Chen Yuan into the master bathroom and picked up a white bottle of cosmetics.

"This is moisturizer. You need to be more careful from now on. Don’t think you can just neglect yourself because you’re a man. Men need to take care of their skin, too."

Chen Yuan knew he couldn’t avoid it, so he let Jiang Wanyi have her way with him.

But it felt really nice—her touch was soft, gentle, and comfortable.

During this process, Chen Yuan noticed that the brand of the skincare product she was using was Ling Shu.

A product from Fang Youqing’s company.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, Chen Yuan saw his underwear and her lingerie hanging together on the drying rack.

His socks were there too, all washed clean.

’The style is pretty standard, though. Nothing too special about it.’

SLAP!

She gave Chen Yuan a light, reproachful slap.

"Last time when we were taking photos, you stared into my closet for so long. Haven’t you seen enough?"