marital love

Wen Yao's ears felt hot, and her heart was beating.

What a tiger's word.

Her lips were rosy, she bit her lips subconsciously, and looked at him.

His eyes were dark and deep.

She was squeezed against the wall, which was extremely cramped.

In the end, she was the first to lose, and her eyes flickered, "I mean dinner, and there's no such thing here..."

The second half of the sentence is easy to understand.

Yan Sui lifted up the sling that had fallen off half of her hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "Are you hungry?"

"Ah."

"What to eat?"

Wen Yao felt that he should have let him go, so she breathed a sigh of relief, and thought about it seriously, "Pasta."

Yan Sui glanced at her, "Come out first."

After saying that, he walked away.

Wen Yao stood there for two seconds, looking down at the sweat in her palms, thinking of what she touched just now, her fingertips trembled slightly.

She buried her head and followed.

From the cloakroom to the bedroom, when he looked up, he saw Yan Sui dug out a box of things from somewhere and threw it on the bed.

The man looked calm.

Wen Yao looked over and immediately took a breath.

He also said, why is he in such a hurry tonight, it turns out that he is fully prepared.

In the Jizhou Hotel before, he didn't have a small umbrella for an excuse, and it was a righteous speech to refuse her. Now, with a set up and a serious relationship, he has enough confidence.

Yan Sui took off the bath towel and threw it at the end of the bed.

Wen Yao's eyelids twitched.

It was found that he was wearing it underneath.

Wen Yao quickly looked away.

For a moment, I sympathized with Yan Sui. I heard that it is not good for a man to hold back all the time, and his reaction is really big.

But soon she dispelled this idea. Empathy for a man meant that she had to retreat again and again, and the other party was even more aggressive.

Yan Sui put on his nightgown, and said in an understated tone, "I'm going to the study to deal with something, call me after you finish eating."

Wen Yao: "..."

Wen Yao's desire to eat is actually not particularly great, she just wants to find an excuse for herself to procrastinate.

Now it seems that there must be some substantial progress tonight.

——Yan Sui is not a perfunctory person, even critical.

So hiding is impossible.

Wen Yao stroked her hair, took a deep breath, and suddenly pulled her lips into a smile, pretending to be relaxed, "I seem... not so hungry all of a sudden."

Yan Sui was wearing the belt of his nightgown. Hearing this, he paused, raised his eyelids to look at her, and said casually, "How can I do that? I don't want you to faint from hypoglycemia in the middle of the process. It's very inexperienced." .”

"..."

Wen Yao stood there, not knowing what to say for a while.

After all, it was her own suggestion to interrupt the detour, and it seems that Yan Sui is unwilling to reconnect now.

She moved her neck stiffly, "It shouldn't be that serious. In fact, you can eat after the end."

"not too good."

"…Um?"

"I'm worried you won't be able to get out of bed."

Wen Yao looked at him steadily for a few seconds.

There was a frivolous smile on the man's face, and the coolness and abstinence wrapped in his suit and leather shoes had faded away. In reality, he was lazy and lazy.

The inner construction she had worked so hard for was suddenly shattered in his casual smile.

Yan Sui narrowed his eyes slightly, not missing all her expressions, and her shadow was reflected in the deep black pupils.

He slightly hooked his lips: "If you really can't wait, it's not impossible, I will lighten it up to make you feel better."

It seemed that he didn't deliberately restrain himself in front of her, and his words became more and more explicit.

Wen Yao's ears were burning like fire, and his heart was like numbness.

She also felt hot at the moment, and the air conditioner couldn't lower the temperature even with the air conditioner on.

"Then I'll eat first, you are busy with your work..."

Yan Sui stared at the person who was about to flee, "Stop."

Wen Yao's footsteps stopped suddenly, and she really didn't dare to move.

"come over."

Men call the shots.

The tone is low.

As if driven by something, Wen Yao slowly walked towards him.

Arrived in front of him.

"Dare to act, dare not act, what are you running for? Where did your courage to abduct me to open a room and record a small video go? Was it eaten by a dog?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, it was a gesture of teaching, holding it high and high.

Wen Yao retorted unconvinced: "I didn't abduct you, you did it voluntarily..."

How can you humiliate people if dogs don't eat them?

"I voluntarily." He seemed to have heard some funny joke, but his face was cold, "I rushed forward and kissed and hugged, I look quite courageous, now I'm like a coward."

Wen Yao was speechless by his training.

drooping beautiful eyebrows.

After enduring it, Wen Yao still felt that she shouldn't have recited the blame. It seemed like something you love and I wish, but in the end she still looked like a robber.

Although she was planning to plot against him, isn't the matter between a man and a woman just like Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai? In the end, she was thankless, her scheme failed, and she was slapped in the face mercilessly by his general. The old account still needs to be reprimanded, and it is really okay for this person to pretend to be confused when it comes to discussing who took advantage that night.

I don't know who bit her teeth marks, what kind of hobby, even her buttocks are not spared.

"One size fits one size. The situation at that time was different from what it is now."

Yan Sui raised his eyebrows slightly, "Tell me what's different."

Identity is different!
Wen Yao opened her mouth, always feeling that he was trying to trick her, so she swallowed the words as soon as she reached her mouth, and said in a very rogue way: "Anyway, it's different, you and I know it well."

Yan Sui looked at her and snorted coldly, ignoring her cleverness.

Spreading out his arms, he said in a calm tone, "Help me undress."

Wen Yao: "..."

He is really interesting, he just put it on and was about to take it off.

After thinking about it, it was all because of her vacillation and change of mind, and she kept silent.

She clenched her hands tightly, and stretched out to stick to his belt tremblingly.

Excellent texture, comfortable and creamy touch.

With a light tug, the belt loosened and the nightgown fell apart.

Wen Yao didn't dare to look down, she looked up to see his bare chest, her eyes seemed to be burned by fire, then moved up, and finally landed on his Adam's apple.

The nightgown fell to the floor.

A male voice fell above her head: "There is one more thing."

Wen Yao argued hard, and whispered: "Those are pants."

What does it have to do with clothes.

Yan Sui sighed, and did it himself.

Wen Yao was so surprised that he quickly pressed his hand, "Wait!"

The woman's hand was soft, covering the back of his hand.

"What are you waiting for?"

Wen Yao took a slow breath, feeling a little lack of oxygen, "Don't take it off now, wait, wait until you are on the bed."

Yan Sui looked at her flushed face with lowered eyelids, and said empathetically, "Well, there must be a sense of ceremony, right?"

Wen Yao: "..."

Not particularly wanted.

Yan Sui went to the bed and sat down. Seeing that she was not moving, he reminded her, "Don't dawdle, it's late, rest after finishing, and have to go to work tomorrow."

Wen Yao felt that the situation in front of him was not right.

Hearing what he said, I wanted to say that since everyone knew that they were going to work, they shouldn't do this or that tonight.

She was gentle, like a little bride entering the bridal chamber, waiting for the groom to take off the red hijab.

When she got closer, Yan Sui didn't have much patience left, he directly stretched out his hand and grabbed her, turned over and put him on the bed, above her.

The exclamation in Wen Yao's mouth didn't have time to overflow, and when he met his heavy eyebrows, he suddenly held back.

Yan Sui didn't move.

just look at her.

Wen Yao couldn't stand his direct gaze, so she couldn't help avoiding it.

Just as he turned his head away a little, he snapped it back again, "Look at me."

She just took one look and was startled.

He hurriedly found various excuses for himself.

"Lights, the lights are still on—"

Her hands gripped the sheets, tightening them.

Yan Sui seemed to take a deep breath, and then the lights went out.

In the dark.

His kiss landed on her heart through a layer of fabric.

It was like sparks ignited, causing her to tremble all over.

Wen Yao unconsciously lost her mind, and forced herself to hold on, trying to get herself out of the tension, she stammered: "I forgot to tell you before, it is the marriage certificate you gave me, Torn apart by Wen Yumian..."

She is not like an onion, one layer after another is peeled off.

Just one move and it's over.

He didn't speak, and Wen Yao suddenly felt a sudden suffocation in his chest, which was tightly clenched by him.

She wanted to tear the bed sheet, but she didn't have the brute force, so she frowned, distracting herself to ignore the familiar and unfamiliar feeling, "Do you need to make it up?"

"what ever."

She suggested: "It's better to make up for it."

"Ah."

Something stuck in the back of the waist, very uncomfortable.

This feeling was very clear when Yan Sui stretched her legs.

She hastily called to stop: "Stop - wait, something is pricking me!"

Yan Sui stopped, then turned her over, "Where?"

Wen Yao touched it with his backhand.

Touched a small box.

Frozen for a moment.

Yan Sui also took advantage of the moonlight outside the window to roughly see what it was, and smiled lowly, "Is it so impatient?"

"..."

Like a hot potato, Wen Yao threw the thing in his hand without thinking.

Yan Sui moved faster than her, grabbed it back in his hand, took it apart, and took out one.

Very familiar.

Wen Yao watched, speechless for a moment.

She is bold in front of Yan Sui, she speaks eloquently, but when it's her turn to practice, she is just a blank sheet of paper.

But Yan Sui is obviously not.

Wen Yao believes that he is more experienced than self-taught.

Although she really didn't want to admit it, but when she saw his familiar behavior and the teasing just now, she was still faintly upset.

"Do you prepare this every time?" For some reason, Wen Yao subconsciously asked this question uncontrollably.

When she realized it later, she was also startled, not quite understanding why the impulse came.

Yan Sui crouched above her, his eyes as black as ink were bottomless in the dimness, "What do you want to say?"

Wen Yao's fingers rested on his shoulder and twirled around.

"Even you and other people should have taken measures, right?"

It sounds like a random question.

"Ah."

Although she had expected it, Wen Yao's heart still stabbed for no reason when she heard this answer, and she was so sore that she was about to bubble.

She blinked and said "Oh" casually.

Then both fell silent.

"Do you think I'm sick?" The man suddenly hit a straight ball.

Wen Yao could hardly hold it back, the heat on her face hadn't faded yet, but she was very stiff.

She was silent, "I didn't mean that..."

"Are you sure you want to say these things at this time?"

Yan Sui's voice was flat, his eyes seemed to be penetrating, and he almost wanted to see through her.

"I'm just asking."

Wen Yao tried to calm down as much as possible.

Yan Sui bowed his head and kissed her at this time, "Mrs. Yan, don't think about it all day long, I belong to you now."

Wen Yao pulled away from that inexplicable emotion, indeed.

She is already Mrs. Yan.

Wen Yao didn't know whether Yan Sui's words were a warning to her that the fuss should be stopped in moderation, or if it was just a casual remark, but the essence made it difficult for her not to delve into the meaning of it.

He is hers now.

Before and after, but not.

Probably aware of her distraction, Yan Sui did not hesitate to approach her.

Wen Yao whispered, followed by low sobs, curled up uncontrollably, and was firmly controlled by Yan Sui.

She is a person who is very afraid of pain, but most of the time she can bear it.

She felt that the shell wrapped around her body had been cut open abruptly, and someone wanted to cut her naked and play with it recklessly.

She tried to stop it, to maintain her last bit of dignity and safety.

It was presumptuously occupied and occupied by Yan Sui.

Wen Yao is like a spring that pours into the sea and drifts with the current.

"Wen Yao."

Yan Sui, however, was in this chaos, watching her fall and lost with unusual sobriety, put his palm on her face, lowered his hand against her forehead and rustled and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Wen Yao was in dire straits, his consciousness was confused.

Being forced by him, thin lips brushed against the tip of her nose and cheeks one by one, with a heavy breath: "Who am I?"

Bite her earlobe again.

The strength is very heavy.

Different from the intertwined pain, the pain on the earlobe is particularly clear and sensitive. Wen Yao seemed to have experienced a catastrophe, her voice was hoarse and congested: "Yan—"

Only then will a sound be emitted.

He suddenly became ruthless.

Wen Yao lost her voice, she didn't even have the strength to pinch him.

"wrong."

"That's not it."

A punishment was given, and then he was held accountable again: "Think about it carefully."

Wen Yao couldn't figure it out, she seemed to have entered a bizarre circle, her eyes were absent-minded, and she was sweating profusely.

In the end she was groggy in the ups and downs.

Yan Sui didn't get an answer.

Wen Yao was precarious, speechless.

until calm.

The person holding her left briefly to clean up.

Then turn over again.

Wrapped around her waist.

Wen Yao was exhausted, but with a little willpower, she buried herself in the pillow and pushed Yan Sui who was close to her.

The voice was weak: "I don't want to be next to you."

She rolled away from his arms.

Like a chick that has lost its shelter, it curls itself up.

After a while.

The big palm lingered on her lower back, as if to comfort her.

Wen Yao admits that Yan Sui is a good teacher in some respects, or even in many respects.

Such as sex.

Although arrogant, but also tender and gentle, it gave her a good experience.

But the more this happened, the heavier the stone in Wen Yao's heart became, making her unable to breathe.

It can be understood that women are sensitive at certain times, but even Wen Yao despises this kind of sensitivity, she looks down on herself.

Wen Yao is too tired.

I don't even remember when she fell asleep.

It was just that he woke up from a dream in the middle of the night and found that he was being held in Yan Sui's arms, and the people around him were breathing steadily and sleeping soundly.

She stared at the darkness in a daze, her drowsiness dissipated, and she began to sort out her relationship with Yan Sui little by little.

...

Until dawn, Wen Yao closed her eyes again.

She is Mrs. Yan, that's all.

Apart from identity, there should be nothing else, let alone too much entanglement.
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