pampered roses

Fu Zechen looked at her, his Adam's apple rolled down, his black eyes were slightly deep, and he didn't speak.

Tangli thought he didn't hear, so she squeezed his sleeves, looked into his eyes, and spoke again,

"I said, Fu Zechen, let's try."

"Try together."

Fu Zechen stared at her, was silent for a while, and laughed for some reason.

He looked down at Tangli, his eyes were very dark, as if he could not see the bottom,

"Little girl," he said in a hoarse voice, he stretched out his hand to touch her slightly chilly cheek, bent down to look at her, his tone had a slight smile, but his eyes were serious, "so easy to chase?"

Tangli looked at him, her eyelashes moved, and she shook her head, "It's not easy to chase."

Her voice was a little soft, but she was firm, and she looked at him without blinking a pair of scorching black eyes.

But because of you, because of you.

Fu Zechen narrowed his eyes and stared into her eyes, "Are you sure you don't want to chase after her?"

Tangli shook her head.

Fu Zechen looked at her, raised his brows slightly, stretched his arms around her waist, pulled her closer, looked into her eyes closely,

"No regrets?"

Tangli looked at him, didn't speak, just reached out and grabbed his collar, and took the initiative to stand on tiptoe and kiss his chin.

"Never regret it." The girl's clear eyes were full of lingering, firm and gentle eyes.

In fact, where does it take so much trouble, where does it need so many romantic flowers, and where does it need his confirmation over and over again.

He had no idea how much he loved him.

She loved him without promises, without roses, without stars, without moon, without Adilina.

As long as he waved towards him, she would come.

Pavlov did not know that he held the bell in his hand, nor did he know how long he had loved him.

A cool temperature fell on his cheeks.

Tangli blinked her eyes, and felt crystal clear snowflakes falling on her eyelashes.

"It's snowing..." She reached out to catch the snowflakes, "It's so beautiful."

Fu Zechen looked at her with downcast eyes, stared at her from the side for a moment, then smiled dumbly, "Well, it's so beautiful."

The star lights and sunflowers were soon covered with a thin layer of heavy snow, and snow fell on the piano stand in front.

Tangli turned her head, pursed her lips, looked into Fu Zechen's eyes,

"Fu Zechen, do you want to kiss your girlfriend?"

Fu Zechen lowered his eyes, rolled his Adam's apple, took a step forward, clasped her chin, rubbed his thumb against her chin, and kissed her randomly.

He was not in a hurry to kiss, and with one hand clasped around Tangli's waist, his big palm completely wrapped her slender waist.

There was the sound of wind and snow in her ears, Tangli's slender and fair neck was raised, and Fu Zechen held her whole body in her arms and kissed her.

Breathing slightly apart, Tangli blushed hot.

Fu Zechen lowered his eyes, rubbed his thumb against her red and swollen lips, and said with a smile in his voice, "Have you learned how to breathe yet?"

Tangli grabbed the hem of his shirt with her fingers, her face was very red, and she didn't speak.

Fu Zechen looked at her, his black eyes darkened slightly, his arms came around and pressed against her heart, his brows slightly raised, and he raised her chin to look at her,

"Is the heart beating so fast?"

His big warm palm was attached to the left atrium through the thin fabric of the cheongsam.

Tangli looked into his dark and deep eyes, felt her mind go blank, and panicked, "I..."

She moved her lips but still couldn't say anything, she just slapped his hand on her heart away, trying to cover it up,

"It's cold, I'll go in first."

Tangli turned around and ran towards the wooden house behind her on the snow.

The indoor temperature warmed up, and the food on the table was changed again at some point.

Fu Zechen entered the door from behind, unbuttoned his suit jacket, and threw it on the sofa next to him.

Tangli turned to look at him and blinked, "Where are the others?"

The whole wooden house was very quiet, as if only the two of them were there.

Fu Zechen opened a bottle of wine at the front bar, took the red wine to the table, poured a glass for Tangli, raised his head casually, glanced at the chandelier above his head, and said calmly, "Is this light not bright enough?"

Tangli looked at him, not quite understanding, "It's very bright."

Fu Zechen sat down beside her, raised his eyes to look at her, and smiled half-smile, "Then why do you need so many light bulbs?"

Tangli: "..."

Tangli stopped talking and lowered her head to sip her red wine.

Fu Zechen also looked calm, picked up the knife and fork, cut it for her, and pushed it over.

Tangli was indeed a little hungry. She didn't eat much on the plane, and she hadn't eaten much since she woke up from a nap.

Fu Zechen watched her stuffing something into her mouth with puffy cheeks, and she was eating seriously, then pushed the food on her plate to her.

Tangli was startled slightly, looking at him.

Fu Zechen put down the knife and fork, leaned back on the back of the chair, raised his eyelids and looked at her lightly, without changing his expression,

"Eat more and replenish your strength."

Tangli choked for a while, replenishing her strength...

It's easy to think of something that's not too child-friendly.

She lowered her head, pushed the dinner plate forward, picked up a tissue and wiped her mouth,

"I am full."

Fu Zechen looked at her with raised eyebrows, "How much did you eat?"

Tangli blushed a little, and said guiltily, "I'm sleepy, I don't want to eat."

She got up and pulled out the chair, "Good night, little uncle, I'm going upstairs to rest first."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and was about to go upstairs.

Fu Zechen squinted his eyes, saw that she was strange, stretched out his long arm, and pulled her arm directly to pull her back.

Tangli's steps were unsteady, she just felt her whole body being trapped, and she fell directly onto Fu Zechen's lap.

"Fu Zechen... let go..." She blushed slightly, and supported his shoulder to remember.

Fu Zechen remained motionless, tightened his grip on her waist slightly, raised his eyebrows and looked at her,

"Run what?"

Tangli lowered her eyes, pursed her lips and did not speak.

The cold light above her head fell and shone on her face. Her cheeks were a little pink, her long eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes, her long black hair flowed down her slender back, and the pale blue blood vessels on her fair neck were very obvious.

Fu Zechen's Adam's apple rolled down, the line of his lips tightened, he stretched out his hand to lift Tangli's chin, and met her eyes deeply,

"Afraid that I will touch you?"

Tangli was slightly taken aback, she didn't expect him to point out like that directly, she bit her lower lip, shook her head, "No..."

Fu Zechen's eyes fell on her pink lips, his eyes darkened a little, he pushed his index finger forward and pressed her lower lip, his voice was slightly hoarse,

"Don't bite."

The coarse and callused fingertips pressed the soft lower lip, and Tangli felt his cool fingertips almost touching her teeth.

Tangli wanted to lower her head uncontrollably, but Fu Zechen held her jaw, preventing her from retreating.

"What are you afraid of?" Fu Zechen looked at her with raised eyebrows, "Afraid that I will kiss you?"

Tangli looked at him, her eyelashes moved, and she was just about to speak.

Fu Zechen suddenly clasped her neck, and kissed her along the neck of her cheongsam, which was cut out and hung with bead curtains.

Tangli was taken aback, her neck felt numb and stiff, and she couldn't move.

Fu Zechen clasped the back of her neck with one hand, and held her hand with the other, spreading her fingers apart with his big palms, and clasped them together tightly.

The cold bead curtain mixed with his scorching lips, Tangli's whole body tensed up.

He bit down the button of the cheongsam with his teeth, kissed the collarbone, neck, and jaw, and stopped at the earlobe.

Fu Zechen stopped, looked sideways at her, and said in a deep voice,

"Is that right?"

Tangli's heart was beating like a drum, she raised her hand and pushed him away, "Fu Zechen, I... am not ready yet."

Fu Zechen remained motionless, staring into her eyes, his palms still clasped tightly with hers,

"what to prepare?"

Tangli blushed slightly, pursed her lips and remained silent.

Fu Zechen looked at her, his slender and hard fingers passed through her long black hair, pinched her chin, pressed his thumb against her, slightly made her look up, and said in a hoarse voice,

"Go to sleep, I won't move you."