Ghosts have fairies

Pushing people into the room, in the dark, they only found a wall lamp, and the light just shrouded the two people, reflecting their wedding clothes extremely gorgeously.

The clothes made by Yunxiu are very fine. He Zhen's red dress has golden clouds coiled on the sleeves. It seems that the clouds are really rising and falling with the movements of this person. Their wedding clothes are commensurate.

But Qi Tong became more and more irritable. He fully understands that the person he loves has a past love history, but once he thinks that this person seems to want to leave his favorite wedding dress to the former one, no matter how open-minded he is, he can't help but feel jealous .

Swah——

With a wave of his hand, all the curtains in the house were closed tightly in an instant, and no one could see half an inch from every corner.

He Zhen was taken aback by his actions, and raised a pair of clear eyes to look at him suspiciously.

The room where the outdoor light was blocked became even darker. He Zhen reached out to turn on the light in the living room, but when his fingertips were about to touch the switch, he was held by a hot hand.

Qi Tong's expression made him unable to distinguish the other party's emotions, and before he could ask, his feet suddenly let go, and he was hugged by the man.

"What's wrong?" He Zhen was taken aback.

Qi Tong carried him straight into the bedroom, and the bedside lamp turned on spontaneously when he walked in, and the warm light was inexplicably ambiguous.

He was thrown onto the bed, and before he could get up, Qi Tong had already bent down, "Consummate the room."

(Look at the scarf, I really can’t post anything, I’m teary eyed)

balance between the foreheads.

The intertwining of fingertips.

Tongue teasing.

Love and desire gushed out at the same time, He Zhen couldn't stop trembling, Qi Tong dropped a kiss, and put his voice on their touching lips.

In the body of the beloved, it seems that even death is extremely beautiful.

The temperature of the touch of ankles and shoulders turned out to be enough to burn the soul.

The sound of breathing lingers in the bedroom, lighting up the dim yellow wall lantern.

Qi Tong swept over He Zhen's sweaty forehead, tracing inch by inch with his gaze, but couldn't get enough of it.

"Qi Tong."

He Zhen's voice was a little weak, and it sounded very soft in the bedroom late at night. He put his arms around Qi Tong's neck, and pulled him down with a little force, so that the other party's eyes looked directly at him.

"No one else." He imitated Qi Tong and pressed a kiss on the corner of the other's lips.

Qi Tong blinked.

"It was always just you."

"Only love you."

He Zhen held his face with a smile, his eyes were full of his reflection, and in his heart, he was the only one.

"I love you the most."

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It's so hard (sigh.)