As soon as Yin Yin'er fell down, the tea she was holding high in her hand also fell down and sprinkled towards her head.
Just when the tea was about to be poured on her head, a figure suddenly rushed to her side and hugged her tightly to prevent her from being poured with the tea.
"Honey, are you okay?" Qin Zimo's hair has been wet with tea, and water drops are dripping down one by one.
Yin Yin'er slowly raised her head and saw Qin Zimo opposite: "Why are you here?"
Qin Zimo picked her up from the ground and held her tightly in his arms. Then he looked at Qin's mother sitting opposite: "Mom, what on earth is going on?"
Followed closely by Qin's father, Qin's mother glared at Qin's father in front of her, as if questioning why she didn't hold Qin Zimo back.
She stood up with a smile: "Nothing's wrong, it's just Yin'er, a filial child who is serving me tea."
Qin Zimo looked at Yin Yin'er suspiciously: "Honey, is this true?"
Yin Yin'er hesitated for a while, then nodded: "Well, I was serving tea to mom and couldn't stand firm, so I fell. I'm sorry for making you worry."
"What are you talking about? I'm your husband, why are you sorry to me?" He picked her up and gently kissed her on the forehead.
Then, he hugged Yin Yin'er and left, going upstairs to his room.
Qin's father glanced at Qin's mother in front of him: "How about forget it, I think these two children have a good relationship. Since they don't plan to have children, then just don't have children. If you really want to hold the child, just
Let our son and Yin'er go to the orphanage to adopt one."
Qin Muya naturally tried her best to help Yin'er and Qin Zimo: "Yes, yes, I think it's okay."
"It's okay! Can this adopted child compare with her own biological child?" Qin's mother glared at the father and daughter in front of her, then rubbed her temples.
Her eyes were shining, as if she had made up her mind: "I don't care, I must let the Qin family have a child of Qin family blood. I must let Zimo have a biological child of his own!"
Looking at her determined look, Qin Muya couldn't help but feel worried: "Mom, what do you want to do? Don't be impulsive..."
"Don't worry about this matter. Just break up with your little boyfriend and don't let me worry about it. Tell me about you. You are the eldest lady of the Qin family. You can't marry anyone you want. Unless
Do you think you want to make me mad to death if you want to marry that poor boy?"
Mentioning Qin Muya, Qin's mother even felt her head hurt. None of her sons or daughters could make her worry. It was really annoying.
Hearing that she was starting to divert the fire, Qin Muya ran away immediately: "Oh, I suddenly remembered that I still have some drawings to finish. I'm going back to work first. Mom, keep talking, keep going."
"Hey, you kid, I haven't finished speaking yet! Why are you running away!" Qin's mother shouted angrily.
In the room, Qin Zimo carefully placed Yin Yin'er on the bed, and gently stroked her head with his hand.
"I'm sorry, wife, I've made you feel wronged. Don't worry about your parents, I will convince them. If you don't want to have a baby, then we won't have this child."
Yin Yin'er lay flat on the bed, looking at the ceiling blankly, as if she was distracted.
"Zimo, but I feel like mom won't give up. My parents seem to really want a child."
He hugged her distressedly: "If you want a child, let them guard Mu Ya. If the worst happens, we can adopt one. It won't be a problem."
"You, don't think too much. Today is our wedding night. Tell me, why do you still call me Zimo? You want to call me husband..."
Qin Zimo scratched the bridge of her nose, and then smiled softly. Yin Yin'er's face suddenly turned red, like a ripe red persimmon: "Husband... I haven't changed yet, maybe I need to
It takes some time to get used to it.”
He stood by the bed and gently took off her clothes one by one, "It doesn't matter, there is plenty of time for you to get used to it, don't be in a hurry."
Yin Yin'er waited for a long time, but the clumsy Qin Zimo couldn't take off the skirt on her body. After all, she was a novice and felt unfamiliar no matter what she did.
She couldn't wait any longer, so she turned over and sat on Qin Zimo's body.
"Husband, do you know that I have been waiting for this day for several years! Now that you are still like this, I can't wait any longer!"
After saying that, she stretched out her hand and tore off the clothes on Qin Zimo's body in front of her. Her movements were indescribably violent.
Of course, this was also the fastest way. Soon, all the clothes on Qin Zimo's body were taken apart, revealing the eye-catching waistcoat line.
She unceremoniously took off her skirt, then took the initiative to lean down and kiss Qin Zimo.
Qin Zimo looked at the woman above in surprise and was speechless for a long time. Although they had kissed before, the feeling was completely different from today. He had never seen Yin Yin'er like this before.
Yin Yin'er held his face with her hands and gradually deepened the kiss. Guided step by step, the two tongues quickly swept together, like a chasing couple, tightly intertwined.
Her hand grabbed Qin Zimo's hand unceremoniously, put his hand on her breast, grabbed his hand, and followed her own hand, grabbing it again and again.
"Husband, you really have no experience at all. Watch out and move like this, do you understand?"
Yin Yin'er was like a mentor, thoughtfully teaching the man on the bed.
When Qin Zimo touched a soft object, his whole face turned completely red, as if he couldn't breathe, and his eyes were full of surprise: "This, this, this..."
She smiled, then bent down and kissed Qin Zimo's chest, like a kiss and a bite.
It was Qin Zimo's first time trying this feeling that it was unbearable. The hand he held on Yin Yin'er also tightened, and with one strong hug, he kneaded the woman on his body into his arms.
His body had reacted a long time ago, and he felt uncomfortable all over, as if he wanted to vent it out. “Honey, stop playing, I feel very uncomfortable.”
Yin Yin'er smiled, and then she touched her hand: "You know how uncomfortable it is? I've been enduring it for several years!"
She said so, but in the end she followed his position and then slowly sat down.
When two things came into contact and merged, Qin Zimo seemed to feel indescribable comfort, the comfort of being wrapped.
Yin Yin'er hummed, and then lay softly in his arms.
Qin Zimo sat up, then tried to move, and found that he was more comfortable.
Soon, he took action, regained his sovereignty after turning over, and started fighting again and again...