Seeing the expression on her face that was about to bleed, Pan Ershao closed the door with his backhand, and the curve of his mouth became more obvious: "I thought I went to the wrong room. Where did such a beautiful girl come from? She turns out to be my wife."
With that said, he had already walked to the bed step by step. But Du Ruotong still only dared to stare at the ground in a daze.
It wasn't until they were close enough that he could smell each other's unique fragrances. He stopped and reached out to lift her chin, making her shy face face him. "Have you figured out how to serve me?"
His eyes flashed with a cunning look.
"Ah?" she asked in panic.
Of course she knew what he was referring to, and she also knew that she was going to face a qualitative change tonight. As an older married woman, she was not looking forward to it, but she was more nervous. What's more, she wanted to be close to someone
, is her nemesis since childhood - Bad Shao, although it can also be understood as her masked male god Dongdu Xia. In short, she doesn't know how to deal with this complex psychology of expectation and fear.
He tilted his head, frowning slightly, but still smiling at the corners of his mouth and eyes: "Didn't you block my way and cry and beg me to marry you? Now you don't want to be with me anymore?" During the question,
Already suddenly close to her face.
Du Ruotong couldn't help but push his hands back, trying to distance himself from him: "Who... who begged you..." At this juncture, the two of them did not forget to raise the bar.
The evil young man took another step closer to her, so close that the tips of their noses were touching: "You have wanted to marry me since you were a child, and you think I don't know? Don't hold on, I am right in front of you, and tonight you want to marry me
No matter what." After saying that, he kissed her face.
Just because of his words, the sense of vision of the wretched version of the evil young man instantly flashed into Du Ruotong's mind. She desperately shrank back, avoided his kiss, and pushed away the body in front of her: "You...don't come here...I
He might do something!" She warned in a panic.
"Then do it quickly, don't wait any longer." His evil smile was particularly playful and charming under the light of the red candle. He knelt on the bed, bent down and grabbed her arm, pulling her into him.
In my arms, I have a warm and fragrant soft jade hug.
Du Ruotong cursed in his heart, "This guy is so skillful in his movements. He is a disaster at first sight. Woohoo... I'm so angry."
Thinking of this, she suddenly found that his face was leaning towards her again. She was unprepared and had to stretch out her hand to block it: "We... we... can't we talk first?"
He faintly uttered two words: "No." This silly girl, he only had such a moment of youth, how could he use it to chat with her? After saying that, he pushed her hand away and kissed her on the cheek with a pout.
"Wait a minute!" She yelled softly. Her fear of pain and her dislike of the bad love story made her condition worse than she expected. There was only one last solution left.
"What's wrong?" He was also happy to see her show off her tricks.
She twisted her body, got out of his arms, lay down on the bed and rummaged for a while, and then took out something from under the quilt that made the evil boy stunned - a mask!
"Are you kidding me?" He froze immediately, straightened up and knelt on the bed, speechless.
Du Ruotong held the silver mask in his hand and moved it hesitantly in front of him until it covered half of his face, revealing only a pair of eyes, the same pair of eyes that took away her first love. She smiled crookedly, full of justice and justice.
Aura.
She put down her mask, her heart skipped a beat, and she closed her eyes: "I'm ready, come on."
After waiting for a long time, the hand holding the mask was suddenly held by him, and warm heat spread from her arm to her ears. She opened her eyes and saw him with a sincere expression. He looked at her seriously and said, "We should still
Let’s talk first.”
Sitting face to face on the bed with their legs crossed and their knees drawn up, Du Ruotong felt a little embarrassed. After all, he was his wife, but he had no spirit of cooperation on the wedding night, which was really embarrassing.
The evil young man tilted his head and broke the silence curiously: "Are you really that afraid of me?"
She flattened her mouth and mumbled the truth hesitantly: "I'm not afraid of you... I'm afraid of pain."
"If I wear this mask, will you be less afraid of pain?" He raised his hand to cover his face with the mask.
"It's possible." Miss Du, whose IQ and EQ are not very high, actually told the truth.
He smiled wryly at himself, silently put down his mask, turned around and got off the bed.
"Ruotong, look at me." As he spoke, he took off the jade buckle and hairband from his bun, and his black hair hung down behind his head. "Whether it's the evil boy you knew before, or the one wearing a mask
The Dongdu Xia, those are not the real me."
Du Ruotong looked at him infatuatedly, not even knowing his intention. She only felt that the way he lowered his hair was gentle and touching that he had never seen before. Then, he reached into his waist, took off his belt and threw it on the ground, and then took off his belt.
A maroon outer robe, leaving only a silk bottom coat.
Her almond-shaped eyes widened, her lips slightly parted, and she watched helplessly as he took off all the remaining clothes and pants and stood calmly in front of her. Under her stunned gaze, there was no trace of shame or ambiguity on his expression.
"Look carefully, I'm neither fat nor thin, neither white nor black. I cough at night in winter, and my knees hurt when it rains. I'm afraid of spiders, noises, and allergic to eating fish and shrimp. I like snowy days best, but I like Du Ruo even more.
Tong." After saying that, he took a step closer to her, so close that only her image was in his pupils. "From now on, I will never pretend to be someone else in front of you. I will always be your husband, your support, and your
Pan Jingyuan."
On such a cold winter night, this young man took off all disguises and ties, and showed his own part unreservedly in front of Du Ruotong. There was no temptation, no teasing, no jokes, just a
A body trembling slightly from the cold and a sincere heart.
It was the first time she heard such a touching confession, and her brain was not in control for a while. She stayed on the bed in a daze for a long time. It was not until she found a layer of tiny pimples on his skin that she suddenly reacted: "Put it on quickly."
Put on some clothes! You'll freeze!" She felt extremely distressed and hurriedly got out of bed to pick up his clothes.
"Don't you want to hug me?" He grabbed her arm and stopped in front of her. A simple smile broke out on his handsome face, and his tone sounded like a question or a plea.
No matter how hard Muyu's head was, she couldn't help but feel emotional at this moment. When she reached out and touched the skin on his arm, she realized how cold he was at this moment. She quickly put her arms around him and hugged him. His slight trembling made him
Seems a little fragile and pitiful.
This feeling was very strange to her. She felt that the person she was holding in her arms at this moment was both the worst person in the world and the best person in the world. But as he said, no matter who he was in the past, he would never be the best person in the world.
He was just her husband, her person. A strong emotion of accepting him no matter he was good or bad came to her heart.
Think this will go smoothly and everyone will be happy? It's not that simple. A few minutes later...
The complicated buttons on Du Ruotong's clothes finally irritated Mr. Pan. He was impatient and simply pulled hard... "It's so convenient." He smiled mischievously, and the room was filled with the sound of various silk fabrics being torn.
"These are new clothes! Don't tear them apart, I'll do it myself!" She was still feeling sorry for her new clothes at this moment.
"What is this?" He finally held a soft ball in his hand, and it felt different from any other fabric before.
Du Ruotong froze immediately and his face turned blood red.
The evil young man lowered his head and took a closer look. He was stunned for a moment, then he lay on top of her and laughed wildly.
"Ah -" Du Ruotong's cry was sad and embarrassing. Gong Yueyue's words came to her mind: "You are going to be a bride, don't eat all the time. It's time to lose weight, you know? Look at the fat on your belly.
You're a trap! How can I meet your husband?"
"It was an accident, I just wasn't mentally prepared... Pfft!" He tried to adjust his emotions, but found that he could not stop as if he had been tapped on his laughter hole...
Du Ruotong was pressed by him and could not breathe. He was so embarrassed and angry that he had nowhere to vent. He could only push him with his hands: "Get up, are you going to crush me to death?"
He propped up her upper body slightly, allowing her to breathe. But he couldn't suppress the smile in his heart. In fact, he didn't think she was really fat, but something happened so suddenly that he almost tore the flesh on her belly like cloth.
Go...
But she was really hit hard. "Damn it! I'm sure... he's the fattest... you've ever seen! Otherwise, how could you... how could you smile like this!" Who is he? The grandson of an aristocratic king, a great hero in this world.
.The women he used to have must have been enchanting and beautiful. At least, there would be no fat people like her! Thinking of this, she felt ashamed, angry and sad. She had to listen to Gong Yueyue and lose weight obediently.
"You are right. You are indeed the fattest woman I have ever seen." He smiled helplessly, pulled out a booklet from under the pillow, opened it in front of her, and pressed it on her face.
superior.
She picked up the brochure and took a closer look. It turned out to be introductory tips for married life.
"Although I don't want to admit it at all. But now, I have to confess to you. This is my first time today. Let's take care of each other." As he said that, he took the booklet from her hand and opened the first page.
Spread on the pillow...
She was even more exposed, and the red candle shed tears. Du Ruotong looked sideways at her husband's playful and uninhibited smile, and all the past experiences with him came to her mind. After being married for so many years, she suddenly fell into an almost perfect man to marry her, making her feel like
In dreams, it is usually both fantasy and reality. "Why me? Why...do you like me?"
He blinked lazily: "Why can't it be you?"
"I thought that all men in the world... would like people like Yue Yue. I'm not beautiful... nor smart..." Her words became softer and softer, because she didn't have much confidence in herself.
He gently pinched her chin, and his eyes became extremely gentle: "You are wrong. In my eyes, only people like you are beautiful. Also, you are not unintelligent." At this point, the corner of his mouth curled up.
The smile became even wider: "You are so stupid."
"You...are looking for death!" As soon as Du Ruotong raised his little hand, he pinched it in his hand.
"If you dare to attack your man, it seems that I have to strengthen my husband." (To be continued)