Peach Blossom Debt

Waiting for her long hair to reach her waist, it would be nice for a young man to marry her,

Treat him calmly and firmly, the girl is willing to marry him,

Ten years of companionship, ten years of love is like a day.

Waiting for this day, waiting for ten miles of red makeup, wearing a phoenix crown and Xiapei, blue silk is straight, a wedding dress and a red skirt, and the shadows of the lights are flickering and eyebrows and eyes are curved.

"One comb to the head, you don't have to worry about being rich; two combs to the head, no disease and no worries; three combs to the head, more children and a longer life; combing to the end, and eyebrows are raised; combing to the end, two combs to the end, Flying together with each other; combing three times to the end, we will always tie together and wear together. There is a head and a tail, riches and honor." The bride who combed Bei Guran's hair was a traditional Chinese woman, and she was talking about the bride's wedding.

Bei Guran has only put on makeup once in his life, even when he attended concerts and dances, he always wore his face upright, with his hair lightly pulled up in a bun, but that time, he had a faint smile on his lips, and his eyes flashed, astonishing.

The bright red wedding dress is gorgeous and eye-catching, with unparalleled elegance.

Even if you don't smile, there is a three-point smile, not to mention this light smile is heart-warming.

The bridal makeup on that day softened Bei Guran's cold brows and eyes, making her so beautiful.

And that high-spirited young man in those days is already a handsome young man, calm and calm but as bright as the sun, with an aura that catches everyone's attention.

This may be the strangest wedding in history. The bride wears a delicate and gorgeous Chinese-style red wedding gown, but the groom wears a Japanese-style groom's kimono.

But these are not important.

Anyway, Bei Guran wanted to wear a red wedding dress once, and Atobe Keigo was willing to give her freedom.

It's just that Bei Guran wanted it, that's all.

"It's not suitable for etiquette." Although some people say so.

"Just as long as she's happy." Keigo Atobe said only one sentence when he was questioned by the wedding planner. He was determined and natural, strong and aggressive.He is the king, he has the final say.

He doesn't allow anyone to veto her petty self-willedness who has always been rational.

Because she is his queen.

On this day, ten years of delusion became the most real and deepest memory when holding each other's hand.

Bei Guran is still Bei Guran, even if his surname is used to name her, she is still Bei Guran.

Only from then on, she was also Mrs. Atobe.

Almost everyone in Japan knew about that grand and weird wedding, and also knew that the young CEO of the Atobe Zaibatsu had married a well-known financial planner in the financial world, and knew that Kita Guran was his wife, Atobe Keigo.

This is his announcement to the world.

They have gone through mountains of swords and seas of fire, and they have built a new peak of the Atobe Zaibatsu in ten years.

They walked through the prosperity of the world, and they spent ten years looking at the scenery with long flowing water.

This wedding is the other's life they have won.

The banquet was full of guests and countless friends, and the grand scene was so grand that one could not help but sigh at the evil rich man, but couldn't help feeling envious.

And it's all just to give that woman the best possible wedding.

No matter what kind of wedding she wants, he will make it happen for her.

Only this time in this life, Atobe Keigo wants to give Bei Guran the best.

The whole wedding was very late, looking at the newlyweds who knew that the other party needed a glass of water without even looking at each other, suddenly they couldn't even feel jealous.

The hustle and bustle of the day was over, and there were only two people left.

late at night.

Bei Guran, who was sitting by the bed, looked out of the window with a calm expression. Under the soft light, his slightly drunken ruddy face was extremely beautiful.

The wedding dress is like fire, the black hair is like a waterfall, and the white skin is better than snow.

Such a cold Bei Guran, such a gorgeous Bei Guran, such a quiet Bei Guran, such a sharp Bei Guran, that... No, it's just his Bei Guran, no matter what she is, he has already She's chosen.

That was his wife Atobe, his queen.

"What are you thinking?" Atobe Keigo just stood at the door of the room and looked at Bei Guran for a while, then stepped forward and stretched out his hand to gently press her chin, making her turn her eyes back to him, feeling a little moody Inexplicably excited, it broke the self-control he was proud of.

Maybe it's the rare joy and the rare can't wait.

Today he wanted her full attention.

He raised her face, the wine-stained eyes had an intoxicating daze and tenderness.

Bei Guran frowned, she was not used to the smell of alcohol on his body, but it was not unacceptable, she also had it on herself.

Atobe Keigo first reached out and rubbed the tip of her eyebrows, gently and quietly.

The dust in the air also settled down with the quiet breathing.

Staring at her calm expression so closely, the fingertips suddenly became hot, as if a flame spread from the place where the fingertips touched her skin to his heart, and the tight nerve in his brain Rationality breaks and connects again, and the brain is extremely clear.

The breath is hot, the wine is intoxicating.

Atobe Keigo lowered his eyes, suppressing the burning darkness in his eyes, only Bei Guran was left.Her expression was indifferent but her face was like a peach blossom, causing him to bend down, and the thin kiss fell down involuntarily.He reached out to take off the hairpin of her curly hair, and spread her waist-length hair.

"Hey, Bei Guran." Atobe Keigo pressed his forehead against Bei Guran's forehead, so close that the other party could see his silhouette in his eyes.

His fingertips landed on the belt, his fingers were slender and beautiful, with thin calluses.

"Mmm." Bei Guran responded lightly, and couldn't quite hear the emotion.

Atobe Keigo's fingertips slid in along the loose clothes, brushed against the skin, it was warm and itchy.

Bei Guran swept over him, "Itchy." Her tone was flat.

Atobe Keigo laughed softly.

"Nervous woman." He laughed at her, then knelt into the bed on one knee and hugged her with one hand.

The breathing is entangled with the wide embrace, a little hasty, but it is as beautiful as the thumping heartbeat.

And Keigo Atobe's body is mixed with the smell of roses diluted with the aroma of wine, very soft, intoxicating, and obsessed with it like an addiction.

"From now on, you belong to me completely." Keigo Atobe whispered next to her ear, the gorgeous voice like the end of a violin seemed to be deliberately lowered, as if he was restraining some emotions, and seemed gentle and deep bewitched.

"..." Bei Guran tilted her head, a little bit avoiding the warm air current that he breathed into her ears, as if she was thinking about something, it took a long time but it didn't affect Atobe Keigo's patience.Keigo Atobe stared at her, quietly and calmly, "Yes." She finally replied, her cold voice falling like water droplets in the vast night, showing a touch of softness wonderfully.

In the next second, Bei Guran kissed the corner of Atobe Keigo's lips. It seemed superficial, but it was beyond Atobe Keigo's expectation.

"Don't toss too much, I'm very tired." Bei Guran leaned against him with half-closed eyes, and his tone was very calm.

She was really tired from the whole day of the wedding.

This kind of long-term exercise is a challenge for Bei Guran.

"..." Atobe Jingwu raised his eyes, and Bei Guran's face was quietly printed in them, "This time, I have the final say."

Bei Guran glanced lazily at Atobe Keigo, as if he was about to fall asleep from sleepiness, but he didn't refute him.

Atobe Keigo brushed away the hair hanging from her shoulders with one hand, with an arrogant smile, and the faintly flickering luster in his eyes was bright and moving.

Delicate kisses from the forehead, the center of the eyebrows, the corners of the eyes, the wings of the nose, the cheeks, the lips, the chin... moving inch by inch, falling one by one, the pulse of the superior neck artery, the white and smooth lines seem to shine brightly under the dim and soft light .Atobe Jingwu half held Bei Guran's waist, unhurriedly and unhurriedly untied his clothes.

The body temperature came from the place where the fingertips rubbed, a little ambiguous.

A very light sigh slipped out from the tip of his tongue, Keigo Atobe kissed her, and pushed her down on the soft bedding.

A delicate and tender kiss, but the aura on his body invaded her strongly and irresistibly, tender and nostalgic and suffocating.

Three seconds after she reached out to push him, Atobe Keigo let go of her.

Another second and she was going to bite him.

Keigo Atobe laughed softly, his hoarse and magnetic voice was tainted with some special emotions in the night.

She was not a woman who could not resist once her breath was taken from her.

Atobe Keigo lowered his eyes and stared at Bei Guran who was half lying in the quilt.

The red dress and white skin made her look extraordinarily beautiful, her indifferent expression paused, a little unnatural, but she chose to look directly at him coldly, looking deeply into the depths of his eyes, making him want to laugh.

His fingers were warm, he reached her waist along the half-covered clothes, slowly and ambiguously across her back, Keigo Atobe was close to her, the heartbeat in his chest was like trembling thunder, colliding together.

The dim light from the ceiling outlines his silhouette, handsome and resolute.

Bei Guran felt some heat from his palm, her half-closed eyes widened slightly, she raised her eyebrows and chuckled, "Master Atobe is also nervous?"

"Bei Guran, who is nervous, huh?" Atobe Keigo kissed her, and his tone didn't know whether it was helplessness or rivalry with her.

"Eating pork and watching pigs run are actually two completely different things." Bei Guran said indifferently.

"It's different from the fact that you don't even have normal shyness at this time, Kita Guran." Keigo Atobe rubbed her body, calmly took off his clothes, and threw him off the bed.

"Then, can the wise and witty young master Atobe remember that I am only sensitive to pain instead of feeling cold?" Bei Guran stretched out his hand to surround Keigo Atobe, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on her skin due to the slight cold. His expression remained unchanged, and he warmed up confidently.

Atobe Keigo's lips curled up, he held her with one hand, lifted the quilt with the other hand to cover both of them, and then lifted her skirt.

"What you should pray for is that you don't feel pain-sensitive at this time." His tone was deliberately harsh.

"Master Atobe, there is a limit to how one can withstand pain. I don't guarantee that I won't kick Master Atobe down." Bei Guran let Keigo Atobe's fingertips rub her, "Master Atobe You should know—" She paused suddenly, raised her eyes and gave him a sideways glance, swallowed a snort that almost blurted out, but some different emotions overflowed from the corners of her eyes, "Irritability cannot be controlled by a person's consciousness." Bei Guran calmly completed her words.

"Your endurance has not been normal when it should be normal, Bei Guran." Atobe Keigo raised his eyebrows to see her breathing gradually became short of breath, and her eyes became deeper and deeper.

Although the conversation between the two was out of tune and disturbing, the ambiguous warmth in the room still lingered for a long time.

Atobe Keigo kissed her earlobe lightly, causing her hands holding him to slide down softly and uncontrollably, but did not let go, as if a kind of quiet acquiescence.

His body was hot, and his fingertips ran down the side of his waist.

Bei Guran frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Atobe Keigo kissed the tip of her brow, as if to smooth it out.

He didn't speak again.

Hugging her tightly, he seemed to want to fill her into his heart, and his heartbeat was faster than ever.

Every minute and every second of time seems to be ringing in my ears.

The lingering and delicate deep kiss and the tearing pain condensed into dazed eyes. Bei Guran did not make a sound from the beginning to the end, and stared directly at the ceiling with his cold and indifferent eyebrows. His eyes turned into the most breathless longing.

Keigo Atobe bit her lightly, drawing her attention back.

Bei Guran's gaze has always been calm, the more indifferent his gaze, the more heart-shattering softness, just like her.When we met for the first time, Keigo Atobe would never have thought that he could look at her for so long, would not have thought that she could be equated with the name of his wife, and would never have thought that one day what he thought The beauty is Bei Guran, the more you describe her figure and soul in detail, the more you will be moved by her.

And her smile is like a thin water mark, passing across her heart inadvertently, and then staying there.

What was it like when I saw it for the first time ten years ago—Kego Atobe tilted his head, and suddenly laughed, his eyes were as calm as the sea, and his eyes were radiant—the one who matched the green sweater with the red bag The woman kicked those gangsters mercilessly, negotiated terms with him brazenly, and brazenly offered 50 yen as a prize.

--"Atobe Keigo."

——"You, can you lend me some money?"

Her ordinary eyes can see through the world and the truth of the world, her cold and slightly ruthless voice, and her temperament that is cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

From that day ten years ago until today, those inseparable people have finally become a real contract.

Atobe Jingwu kissed Bei Guran carefully, even the tip of his eyebrows was gentle, a unique and sharp gentleness.

The lingering is like a small but fine net that binds the two of them tightly, binding their life threads together, it is clearly a suffocating pleasure that stretches deep into the bones, but it is smothered with a peaceful and carefree luster.

The long night is like water, gentle and lingering, the dim lights elongate the still life and cast shadows on the ground, the room is full of ambiguous and warm atmosphere, there is no tender words, no vows, but lingering and satisfying, full of joy overflowing.

His fingers were intertwined, his heart was beating like thunder, and his fingertips were trembling.

I don't know the origin of the love, but the love is deep.

I wish to grow old together with you, the qin and the zither sing in harmony, raise the eyebrows together, sleep in each other's arms, and live up to the fleeting years and live up to the king.