"Yiyi..." His affectionate eyes met hers, and he called out affectionately again. He lowered his head and kissed her lips...
There is a faint fragrance on her lips.
This taste made his heart suddenly jump, and he couldn't help but deepen the strength on his lips. He hugged the woman tightly with his hands, as if he wanted to integrate her into his body.
The woman let out a cry and fell softly into his arms.
All his clothes were gone and his quilt was strewn all over the floor.
A strong internal force blew through, "poof" the red candle went out, and the room was full of ambiguity...
After the passion...
The woman was already asleep, and the moonlight shone in through the curtain.
There was a faint smile on the woman's beautiful face, so sweet.
The lotus-like arms were exposed outside the brocade quilt. He reached out and gently picked up the woman's arm and put it into the brocade quilt.
Although Feng Yuze was tired, he didn't want to close his eyes.
He looked at the sleeping woman, his heart was boiling, and his deep eyes looked at the sleeping person in his arms without blinking. This was the woman in his dream. He felt like it was a dream, so he looked at it without blinking.
Looking at her, she was afraid that when she woke up, it would be just another dream...
Gently caressing that beautiful little face, the skin is smooth and tender, and can be broken by blowing, and the long eyelashes are lying quietly.
Suddenly the woman turned around, put her arms around his neck, rubbed her little head in his arms, murmured something in her little mouth, and then fell asleep.
Feng Yuze stiffened, then looked at the sleeping person in her arms. Who was the person she called? Why was he so familiar?
Amo.
…
After a night, the woman faintly woke up.
Looking up, she saw a pair of affectionate eyes looking at her. She smiled slightly and said hoarsely, "Morning..."
"It's still early, we've already had three shots of sun."
The woman's face turned red, and she quickly pulled up the brocade quilt and put her head in it.
Feng Yuze lifted the brocade quilt, scratched her nose, and said dotingly, "Get up and change clothes, I'm hungry!"
The woman stood up shyly, quickly put on her clothes, and awkwardly followed him out of the door.
Although it was not their first time together, she was still shy.
And she doesn't understand why she can never be bold in front of him?
Noticing the woman's stunned look, Feng Yuze stopped, turned around, stretched out his hand to pull the woman up, his fingers hurt a little from the thing in his hand, he wrinkled his handsome face, took her hand and put it in front of his eyes to watch.
I saw a small ring on the woman's ring finger tightly clasped on her green-white finger.
"This is……"
This ring is the same as the one in his hand. What's going on?