marital love

Huainan Bay is a place close to KZ, and sometimes Yan Sui would rest here if he was too busy to go home in time.

Regardless of the fancy name, it is actually a private villa with a piece of land attached to it. It was a gift given to him by Mr. Yan when he was brought back to Yan's house.

More than ten years ago, this area seemed a bit remote and inconspicuous. Now that the surrounding area has developed and the tide has risen, there are many people staring at his land.

Yan Sui negotiated an agreement with the government in the early years, and would rather divide it up for commercial use than fall into the hands of other Yan family members.

When they arrived at the place, Wen Yao was woken up by Yan Sui.

She stared in a daze, "Are you there?"

The voice was delicate and soft, with a hint of sleepiness.

Yan Suido glanced at her, then got out of the car, "Yes."

Wen Yao sat in the car for two seconds before following.

After staying in the warm and dry compartment for a long time, when she came out suddenly, the wind and rain blew, and the coldness surrounded her body, Wen Yao shivered uncontrollably.

The thin white legs were exposed outside, and there were bursts of coldness.

Yan Sui walked a bit fast holding an umbrella, and she had to stop and trot to keep up. Fortunately, the journey was not far away, and she arrived at the door soon.

"Unlock." The man said in a deep voice.

Wen Yao gathered the suit jacket on her body, the cold feeling came up from the ground, and her chest was cold.

She glanced at the combination lock, "I don't know the combination."

"123456."

Wen Yao originally wanted to tell him to come by himself, but when he saw him carrying an umbrella in one hand and the dirty clothes he had changed in the other, he swallowed the words silently.

Stretch out slender fingers to poke the door.

After two "beeps", accompanied by a "welcome home", the door opened automatically.

It's quite high-end.

Wen Yao thought, and walked in.

After turning on the light in the entrance, she carefully looked around.

It was deserted and impersonal, and the decoration was extremely monotonous and ordinary. When she rolled her eyes and looked around, Yan Sui threw a pair of men's slippers at her feet.

"Wear this."

Wen Yao looked down.

Dark blue men's sandals, long and roomy.

She stepped on high heels, and her small feet were covered with big shoes, forming a sharp contrast.

Yan Sui also changed his shoes, unintentionally glanced at Wen Yao, and his eyes fell on her feet.

The woman's feet are small and fair, neither fat nor thin, with round toes, curled on the sandals, looking a little stiff.

It reminded him unconsciously of the night in the room above the bar, the skin of the foot held in the palm, from the ankle to the instep, was delicate, and it seemed to glow white under the light, and the touch was excellent.

He didn't have any foot fetishes, but he couldn't help but bit his mouth twice.

The force on her ankle was relatively heavy, and when she had dinner with Wen's family later, when she teased her under the dining table, when she touched her feet, the bite marks were still there.

Wen Yao raised her eyes and met the man's deep and deep gaze, and avoided the side with some vigilance, "What are you looking at?"

Yan Sui withdrew his thoughts and looked away. Instead of responding to her words, he calmly said, "You live on the first floor, and you have all the toiletries."

Wen Yao stood still, still looking trembling.

Yan Sui's expression was indifferent, he glanced at her from the corner of his eyes and left straight away, "Don't look at me with such eyes that I will try to mistreat you, if you wash your face now, maybe I will be a little interested."

Wen Yao's face turned red for a while, and turned pale for a while, feeling very embarrassed.

Feeling unconvinced again, he held back, and muttered: "Do you men still look at your face? You are so picky and say that you are the same when you turn off the light. You will always make excuses for your animal desire."

Yan Sui took two steps to distance himself from her.

Hearing this, her footsteps stopped abruptly, and she turned her head to stare at her with a half-smile: "What did you say?"

Wen Yao looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, raised his chin, "Why, what did I say wrong?"

Yan Sui snorted, "If you say this out loud, you will offend many people. Don't you know how to be cautious in your words and deeds? The you you refer to don't include me, and others."

He paused, and glanced at her chest frivolously, "Everyone told you the same thing, can the flat ones feel the same as the drummed ones?"

Wen Yao really didn't expect him to be able to speak so bluntly, but no matter how steady she pretended to be, her ears were burning hot now.

She refuted him with a blushing face: "You are a rascal."

The corners of Yan Sui's lips hooked slightly, and raised a slightly ironic arc, as if torn apart his polite and reserved appearance, he looked out of shape, very yuppie, and smiled slowly.

"This is a hooligan. You don't know what will happen when you go home with a man so defenseless at night?"

Wen Yao was taken aback.

Watching him approaching helplessly, she dared not move, at first she was able to hold her breath to accept his existence, and even looked at him.

In the dead of night, there was an ambiguous atmosphere between a man and a woman, and Yan Sui's gaze wandered over her without any concealment.

Wen Yao's heart beat faster as she went to the back, almost jumping out of her throat, and the wet and clear breath of the man was approaching and lingering.

Unable to shake, Wen Yao suddenly turned her head, her throat was dry and hoarse.

"Ok?"

She lost her confidence first and lost her footing, "I, I'm going to wash up."

After speaking, she distanced herself from him in a panic, and rushed forward without stopping.

Yan Sui restrained the oppressive posture, looked at her fleeing back, with a faint smile on his lips, and kindly reminded: "Left."

Wen Yao, who was running to the right, immediately turned a corner, lowered her head and walked quickly into the room.

Just after entering the door, Wen Yao quickly closed the door, leaning her back against the door panel, gasping for breath, and locked the door uneasy after two seconds, then sat down on the ground, pressing her heaving chest.

Her eyes were out of focus, and she stared blankly at a certain direction for a long time before she gradually came back to her senses.

He sighed secretly that he was still too young after all.

After just a few words of confrontation, she gave up first.

Pursing her lips, she suddenly remembered what she was going to do, so she stood up and pulled on the large slippers, pattering her feet and walking towards the bathroom.

After entering the bathroom and looking at herself in the mirror, Wen Yao deeply realized that Yan Sui's concentration is really good, looking at her face can be stable on Mount Tai.

Even she hates herself.

With heavy makeup and no makeup remover products, Wen Yao spent a lot of effort until she rubbed her face until her face turned red, and she only roughly removed it, but at least she was able to see people.

Wen Yao took out his phone to check the nearby convenience stores, but he didn't want to press it a few times but there was no response.

She shook the fuselage, and guessed that it must be out of battery. When she was in the Pearl Restaurant, there was already a low battery reminder.

Wen Yao stood there for half a minute, finally chose to compromise, opened the door and went out.
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After Yan Sui took a shower, he left the bedroom to go downstairs to drink water. As soon as he reached the stairs, he saw the man sitting on the sofa.

With both hands propped on the sofa, the head was lowered and the feet were tilted in every possible way in boredom. From time to time, he took off the shoes with his toes and shook them, with a childish air.

Yan Sui frowned slightly when he saw the suit she was still wearing, and walked down.

"What are you doing sitting here?"

The sudden male voice startled Wen Yao.

She raised her head suddenly, and saw Yan Sui wearing clean and loose gray home clothes, with a few strands of half-wet hair hanging on his forehead, standing there, his demeanor was loose, lazy and dignified and elegant.

Wen Yao hurriedly stood up, tugged at the corner of her clothes, and asked a little awkwardly: "Can I borrow your mobile phone, my mobile phone is out of battery."

"Is something wrong?"

He looked down at her face, which was much fairer than before, because the red mark on the left side of the face was obvious, Yan Sui lowered his eyes.

"I want to see if there is a convenience store or supermarket nearby and buy some makeup remover."

Yan Sui inadvertently looked away, "The phone is upstairs."

"Oh."

He glanced at her and frowned, "You've been waiting below, don't you plan to take a bath?"

Wen Yao blinked and explained: "I don't have a change of clothes anyway, if it's convenient to buy, I'll buy them together later and I'll wash them later."

"Wait." Yan Sui didn't say anything else, left two words and went upstairs.

Soon he came down again and handed her the phone.

Wen Yao took it and lowered her head slightly: "Thank you."

Pressing her fingertips on the screen of the phone, something flashed past her eyes, and when she looked intently, it had already been displayed on the home page. She was a little surprised.

Yan Sui didn't even set a mobile phone password.

Yan Sui, who stood in front of her and could see clearly, had a slight glint in his eyes.

He pursed his lips silently.

I forgot, but his phone was also set up to recognize her face.

Fortunately, she was too busy to thank you just now and didn't notice.

Wen Yao searched around and finally found a large supermarket that was not closed yet.

When she was choosing something, Yan Sui went to the side to pour a glass of water, drank it leisurely, and casually looked at the people not far away.

She probably wouldn't know how eye-catching she was in the light when she was wearing a shirt and a skirt.

The white shirt has a simple neckline design, which adorns her neck and collarbone. Because of washing her face before, it got a lot of water on it, her hair fell loose, and a few strands hung on her chest. The tight-fitting bra inside seemed to show If you want to hide, it is very charming.

Originally, he was only in his early twenties, but between innocence and maturity, it is even more intriguing.

Wen Yao added her necessities to the shopping cart, and when she was about to pay, she went to Yan Sui with her mobile phone and handed it to him.

"You buy it for me first, and I will transfer the money to you when my mobile phone has power."

Yan Sui made a dispensable "huh" and held the phone in his palm after paying.

Wen Jiu was standing there, the surroundings were too quiet.

After a while, she said, "Do you have any extra chargers here? I think your mobile phone model seems to be similar to mine."

The man said two words lightly: "Upstairs."

He glanced at her casually, "In the bedroom, get it yourself."

Wen Yao was not very willing to set foot in his private space, didn't move, and struggled for a second, "This may not be very good, Mr. Yan should go—"

"If you want me to run errands for you, you have to exchange things. I don't do business that loses money."

He cut off her words in a nonchalant manner.

Wen Yao suddenly fell silent.

She looked at him a little puzzled.

He met the man's frivolous and narrow eyes straightly, with a touch of intimacy, and unscrupulously swept down on her.

The meaning is self-evident.

Wen Yao's scalp tightened immediately, and he gave him an annoyed look, before stepping on the large slippers and rattling upstairs.

Listening to the movement, Yan Sui followed her feet with his eyes, feeling that she could fall on the ground in a second.

His shoes were indeed too big for her.

Thinking of this, Yan Sui turned on his phone again, and added another pair of ladies' slippers to the things Wen Yao bought.

Yan Sui doesn't live here often, and there aren't many personal items. Wen Yao walked into the bedroom, didn't look around, stared at the charger by the bed and ran away.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I left the room.

When he was walking to his room, he was stopped by Yan Sui: "What do you want to eat?"

She drank a lot tonight, but didn't eat, and couldn't decide what to eat for a while, so she said: "Anything is fine."

Then entered the room and did not come out.

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

A man's voice came: "It's here."

Wen Yao was sitting on the head of the bed absent-mindedly, but immediately regained consciousness after hearing the words, opened the door and went out, and saw a big plastic bag piled up on the coffee table.

She carried it and walked back.

A deep male voice came from behind: "Hurry up, the food will be delivered soon."

Wen Yao responded: "Okay, I see."

She carried her things into the bathroom and took them out one by one. Finally, she found that there was an extra pair of light purple ladies' slippers underneath. She was a little surprised. She dug them out and checked the shoe size. It was 37, which was her size.

She doesn't remember buying slippers.

Did she remember it wrong?
Immediately thinking of a possibility, she was startled, then shook her head to wake herself up, and began to prepare to remove makeup and wash.

This toss, in the end still took more than 20 minutes.

But it was much faster than her usual speed.

In order not to waste any more time, she dried her hair half-dry and went out.

Yan Sui was waiting at the dining table, when he heard the movement sweeping past her from top to bottom, and finally landed on her feet.

Wen Yao could feel his gaze, walked over and sat down as naturally as possible.

After thinking about it, I still asked him: "Did you buy the shoes?"

"Ah."

Wen Yao didn't say any more.

Instead, Yan casually said, "Appropriate?"

Wen Yao nodded hesitantly.

He faintly felt that he asked this question on purpose, because she was in the hospital with a sprained foot before, and because of her menstrual period, he also bought her a change of clothes, from head to toe, everything fits well.

And she also doubted whether it was because of his practice makes perfect.

The man nodded and said no more.

Wen Yao sat down at the dining table, the dinner was nothing unusual and rich, it was just two cups of porridge and a few delicate side dishes.

Wen Yao was very satisfied, her stomach was not feeling well after drinking, and porridge was just right.

She was not as fast as the man, she was gentle, sipping small mouthfuls.

When Yan Sui put down the tableware, she had only eaten half of it.

After eating, Yan Sui didn't leave right away, but sat opposite her, as if holding a posture of inspiring a teacher to ask a crime.

The neckline of the home clothes was slightly open, and a few fingernail marks were reflected on the wheat-colored skin.

This was all left behind by her on purpose when she held Wen Yao in her arms.

After a while, Yan Sui asked leisurely: "You met Gu Xun tonight, why?"

Wen Yao paused and lowered her eyes.

The fair face was very calm and elegant, but the fingertips holding the spoon were tightened.

I thought, the topic finally came.