"Marry!" Her face turned even redder, and she simply stretched her arms around his neck and said close to his ear: "Ming, you have to work hard, otherwise how will you create a human being?"
"You said, create humans first?"
"..."
"say!"
"Ming..." Yu Nianen was extremely uncomfortable with his torment. She stared at him with a pair of watery eyes and looked at him somewhat sadly. Why was he still like that? He liked to use this thing to bully her.
Seeing her anxious and shy look, a doting smile appeared on Rong Beiming's handsome face, and then he lowered his head and blocked her lips, pressing her tightly, pressing against her...
…
After everything calmed down, Yu Nianen, who was so tired that he was paralyzed, leaned in Rong Beiming's arms. A platinum ring was put on the ring finger of his left hand. Before he could even raise his hand to take a look, a male ring was stuffed into the palm of his hand.
ring.
"Put it on for me!" Rong Beiming said with a smile.
Yu Nianen struggled to touch his hand and put the ring on the ring finger of his left hand: "Mr. Rong Beiming, are you willing to marry Miss Yu Nianen?"
Her voice was small, tired, and extremely lazy, like a kitten meowing.
He held her up with both hands and brought her down, and her delicate body lay completely on top of him.
"Nian En, I am willing, very willing!"
Yu Nianen smiled with satisfaction, then grabbed his hand and put it together with hers, looking at the two rings carefully under the soft light.
The ring is a pair of rings, simple in style, exuding low-key luxury.
"Do you like it?" He gently stroked her back and asked in a low voice.
"I like it! Very beautiful!" She rewarded him and kissed him on his thin lips.
"Let's go register first! We'll wait for the wedding. My mother's side..."
"It's okay, I will listen to you. I don't care if there is a wedding or not, as long as you are my man, that's all." She smiled coquettishly, hugged his neck, and rested her head on his shoulder.
"No, you don't care, I care. Nian En, I have always wanted to give you the best. In the past four years, I have not taken good care of you. A successful wedding is my compensation for you."
"You know that you are thinking of me, so who will compensate you for these four years?"
"Do you even need to ask? You can make it up to me! Do you know what I like? Huh?" His last single tone was low and hoarse, with an obvious hint.
She smiled, raised her head and nodded vigorously.
"Talk about it!"
"Don't tell me, I know anyway." She said, and suddenly laughed shyly. What did he like, didn't he like to torment her endlessly?
"understood?"
"Yes!" She continued to nod obediently without saying anything.
"Then... try it?"
"No more..."
"Then you said you knew?"
"I know……"
The man grabbed the back of her head and kissed her lips without refusal, silencing her chattering. What he needed was to use practical actions to confirm that she knew.
The consequences of a night of indulgence were terrible. Not only was Yu Nianen's body sore and weak, but his head was also extremely dizzy. It was not until the afternoon of the next day that he reluctantly got up from the bed.
Rong Beiming brought breakfast and lunch to her bedside.
It was so embarrassing. She took a shower and stood in front of the closet, lamenting helplessly. Her legs were still weak.
"Are you up?" Rong Beiming walked into the cloakroom, stretched out his hand and gently hugged her waist from behind.
"Well! I'm very tired..." She covered her mouth and yawned.