I Will Eventually Inherit the Archbishop of Heaven

"Dating should be fun, girls look better when they smile."

He stretched out his hand and pinched the girl's soft cheeks. The creamy white face was firm and elastic, and it felt good to the touch.

Qiyana didn't struggle, she buried her head in Yan's arms, the bangs on her forehead covered the shattered uneasiness in her eyes, like glass shards.

"I'm not angry."

Her voice was like a gentle wind, even Ian couldn't hear it clearly.

"My wife, your vinegar jar has been knocked over, okay?"

Seeing that the eldest lady was still stubborn, Yan couldn't laugh or cry.

"That, that's just...just..." Qiyana couldn't find a suitable excuse, and finally simply lied: "Anyway, I'm not angry!"

"Okay, okay, you're not angry, I'm too sensitive."

Yan didn't argue with her, and continued to follow her words: "Then, madam, do you plan to continue shopping next? Or find a place to rest?"

"...Let's rest for a while."

"Understood! I'm going to find a well-equipped love hotel to open a room!"

"Hey! I'm talking about finding a quiet place to sit down and rest! Hurry up and throw me out of your mind!"

-

Towards dusk, the sun sets.

Kiyana sat blankly on a park bench, the surroundings were quiet.

She looked up at the clouds that were dyed like flames by the setting sun, tilted her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

Suddenly a shadow descended, and at the same time there was a burst of cold stimulation on her cheeks, Qiyana came back to her senses, and subconsciously reached out her hand to catch the soda can stuck to the side of her face.

"What's wrong? It's like losing your soul all of a sudden."

Yan drank Pepsi, sat next to Kiana, and watched her frustrated expression.

Kiyana held the canned drink in both hands, lowered her head and dared not look at Yan.

She hesitated for a while, her voice showing a trace of anxiety: "Yan, don't you think... I'm annoying?"

"what?"

Yan was about to raise his head to drink a drink, when he heard this, he immediately put down the can, and looked at Qiyana who seemed to be in a depressed mood in surprise, not understanding why she said such words suddenly.

Miss, what stimulated you?

"Isn't it? Not only do you love to play with your temper, but you are also fierce, and even punched you just now."

Kiyana raised her head slightly, with a trace of fragility hidden in her eyes.

"You, do you hate me?"

Her voice was probing like a kitten, her hands holding the cans tightened unconsciously, and she stared at Yan unblinkingly, as if waiting for his answer.

"No." Yaen shrugged, his tone as usual: "Girls are always delicate, so they seem to be fickle."

"As for things like willfulness, to put it bluntly, isn't it just acting like a baby? I don't think it's a big problem."

"In addition, the matter of beating people with hands is indeed a bit too much."

Qiyana's heart suddenly twitched.

Yan casually threw the empty soda can into the garbage cleaning robot in the distance, and moved his buttocks to get closer to Kiyana.

"To be honest, that punch just now really hurt a bit."

"……Well."

Kiyana bit her lower lip, lowered her head, her curly eyelashes seemed to cast a shadow on her soft cheeks.

"But it doesn't matter." Yan stretched out a slender finger, raised Kiyana's chin, and stared at her fresh lips: "It's a big deal, I'll get back to the scene tonight."

He leaned down and kissed Qiyana's lips in the shocked and flustered eyes.

The girl suddenly opened her eyes wide, she didn't expect him to kiss her so directly, her mind went blank for a moment, and the canned drink in her hand fell to the ground.

Although they had already been husband and wife, this happened not long ago, and it can only be said that they have experience.

So intimacy like this is usually shy.

Qiyana's breathing became disordered, and her arms couldn't help wrapping around Yaen's back, hugging them tightly.

In the long and deep kiss, time passed silently.

After a long time, Yaen raised his head, admiring Qiyana's shy and pretty face with a smile on his face, and took her into his arms, rubbing his hands restlessly on her body.

"I said Miss, can you please stop being so sentimental in the future? I won't hate you, and I won't abandon you, so you can feel free to act like a baby to me, even if you get angry and beat me up because of being molested." no problem."

He slid one hand along the hem of Qiyana's blouse and slipped it in.

A cold touch came from the lower abdomen, and Qiyana trembled all over, her body stiffened involuntarily, but she didn't dare to move at all.

Let Ion do what he wants.

"This is the reason why husbands and wives quarrel at the end of the bed and talk about it."

"Well--!"

With a groan, Qiyana's face flushed like blood, she lay powerlessly in Yan's arms and panted heavily.

She gently pressed Ion's hand, as if to stop his nonsense.

"This time I'm just giving you a little lesson."

Yan pulled out his hand and stretched it out to the tip of his nose, as if savoring the remaining fragrance.

"Next time you dare to think wildly, I'll make your cunt drenched, understand?"

"……Um."

169: Missy's room, I'm in the room today!

It's not that Ian can't understand Missy's thoughts.

This is like a person who always lives in the shadows. When he finally gets a beam of light, he will naturally try to keep it by his side, for fear that it will suddenly leave you.

In layman's terms, it means worrying about gains and losses.

Although it is a bit boastful to say so, Yaen himself, who successfully took the first blood of the eldest lady... is undoubtedly that beam of bright light.

That's why she felt uneasy after a lot of fuss.

In fact, Yann quite liked the eldest lady acting like a baby to her, whether it was patting his hand away arrogantly, or threatening him pretending to be vicious, it was quite tolerable.

At the very least, it's much better than always having a cold face before. Pretty girls are the prettiest when they smile.

In the dusk, Yan held Kiyana's delicate shoulders and walked on the quiet street. The bleak wind passed by the two of them, and the girl's long snow-white hair was blown like a river, carrying bursts of fragrance.

At the beginning, he also thought about whether he should comfort the eldest lady well, hug her in his arms and say a lot of nice words of love, such as 'Your dimples and long eyelashes are your most beautiful mark~' and so on.

But after thinking about it, instead of talking so much, it's better to use actual actions to prove his greed for the eldest lady... Ah no, it's love!

And Yaen can't think of too nasty lines, after all, he is not a romantic saint, it is impossible to open his mouth to say big words.

Simply gag directly physically, and use actions instead of words, so that Qiyana can feel his deep love through the intimate contact between the skin.

Well, he admitted that he was just lustful.

But this is also a good method. If the eldest lady is worried about gain and loss again because of something, she will probably subconsciously remember what he did to her today, and then the depression in her heart will turn into shame.

That's right, all of this was within his expectations!For the sake of the young lady's mental health, even if he is misunderstood as an old pervert and criticizes him, he will not hesitate!

Thinking of this, Yan himself was almost moved by himself.

He glanced at the girl in his arms. It seemed that Qiyana hadn't come out of the shameful Play just now, she kept her head down and said nothing, unable to see her expression at the moment.

But I guess it's pretty cute.

Ian breathed a sigh of relief, and had to say that a woman's mind is really hard to guess. During the day, she still hugged his arm intimately and boldly, looking like a sweet lover.But in the end, in the blink of an eye, at night, she became shy, like a girl in first love, with a shyness like autumn water hidden between her brows.

... To put it bluntly, I'm still not used to such intimate actions, and there are too few interactions.

Yan secretly made up his mind in his heart, starting from tonight, he will have at least one late-night communication with the eldest lady every day, and discuss the communication posture by the way, so as to enhance the intimacy between husband and wife.

I was shy once or twice, but I let go of it ten times and a hundred times.When the time comes, make the eldest lady her own exclusive soft label, and try all kinds of poses.

How do you say something?There is no road in the world, if there are many people walking, it will become a road.

"correct!"

Yan suddenly thought of something, he stopped, looked down at his wife in his arms, and asked uncertainly:

"Your aunt won't sleep with you tonight?"

Originally, he was supposed to ride horses with the young lady last night, but it turned out that the big aunt in the sky messed up his good affairs.

Sure enough, those who are called 'big aunts' are quite in the way!

"...Ah! Auntie!"

Qiyana froze for a moment, then woke up like a dream.

-

"I am back!"

The moment Kiyana opened the door, she saw Teresa lying on the sofa like a ball of white hair. The petite loli clutched her stomach with a pitiful expression of wanting to cry.

"Auntie!"

Qiyana quickly squatted beside Teresa and looked at her worriedly: "Are you okay, sorry, I was delayed on the road and came back late."

"Woo~ Kiyana, I'm so hungry..."

Teresa raised her head pitifully, her withered stomach gurgling.

"Don't worry, I bought you your favorite bitter gourd pancake, auntie, fill your stomach first, and I'll cook right away."

Qiyana took out the still steaming bitter gourd cake from the big bag and stuffed it into Teresa's arms.

After realizing that she had forgotten her aunt who was still waiting for her to cook at home, Qiyana dragged Yan into and out of the supermarket to buy a lot of miscellaneous ingredients. No more flirting.