Back in Huayuan, Murong Rong learned from the servant that Yin Zai came back yesterday and he ordered the driver to pick her up.
What comes to my heart is all sweetness.
After asking the servant, she found out that he was playing tennis. Murong Rong trotted over, thinking about him very much.
There are still many, many things I want to say to him and explain to him.
Outside the tennis court, Yinzai, who was wearing a black sportswear, and Athena, who was also wearing a black sportswear, were sweating and fighting.
He ran around the court vigorously and quickly, and returned every ball that came in forcefully and neatly.
He shouted loudly: "Nana, hit one more ball and you will lose."
Athena's laughter came from the opposite side: "If you lose, there will be a second game! Whoever gets down first will lose!"
"Are you sure? You have never been able to play the entire game with me!"
"It will definitely work this time!"
Murong Rong stood behind him, looking at the handsome men and the beauty of the women on the court, like a beautiful picture on the court.
And she is the one who looks at the painting.
Unable to disturb this beauty, Murong Rong chose to turn around and leave.
Murong Rong stood in the living room on the third floor, looking at him on the court through the clear glass window.
Under the sun, his body seemed to shine with dazzling light like gold. His tall and straight figure, his hands and feet raised his head with an air of arrogance, and Murong Rong's infatuated eyes kept chasing his shadow.
In fact, it was a very happy thing for her to have loved such an outstanding man.
After the game was over, he walked side by side with Athena. The man was handsome and the woman was tall, they seemed to be a match made in heaven.
Murong Rong turned her head sadly, leaned against the glass warmed by the sun, and looked at the small pot of daisies placed on the living room.
The little daisy has shy white flowers that are too small to be noticed. It turns out that it is already in full bloom and exudes a faint fragrance.
She has lived here for a long time, but she didn't know there was such a small pot of flowers in the room.
Its floral fragrance is too light. If you are used to smelling perfumed lilies, if you don't mean it, you will really ignore that it also has its own fragrance.
The door was opened and his familiar footsteps were heard walking in.
The heart beats faster and faster as the footsteps get closer and closer.
He put his strong arms around her waist, held her in his arms, bit her earlobe and asked in her ear: "Why didn't you tell me when you came back?"
Her body was trembling slightly. She didn't know whether it was because he had touched her sensitive spot or because she was too nostalgic for him.
She gently held his arms with both hands, leaned against his chest gently, listened to his strong heartbeat, and slowly closed her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Yinzai put his hand on Murong Rong's forehead and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
She shook her head slowly: "I'm fine, I just miss home and my relatives..."
"Didn't you just come back? Why do you miss home again? Don't forget, you are married and this is your home. Or do you not want me to go home?" he said, pretending to be angry.
Murong Rong turned her head, held his neck with one hand, and caressed his eyebrows with the other hand. She saw that her shadow was reflected in his eyes. "I miss you, I miss you very much."
Pulling his head down, standing on tiptoes, he actively kissed his warm lips and sucked on them.
Yinzai was flattered. This was the first time Murong Rong took the initiative to say that he missed him, and the first time he kissed him passionately.
Yin Zai's hand around her waist tightened his grip on her, his other big hand pressed her head, he kissed her back heavily, and took back the dominance domineeringly.
For a long time, until both of them could no longer breathe, Yin Zai was willing to let go of Murong Rong.
Murong Rong's fingers gently drew circles on his chest.
Yinzai grabbed her restless fingers and his voice was hoarse with desire: "Honey, do you know what you are doing?"
Standing on tiptoes, Murong Rong followed his example and gently bit his thick earlobe, "I'm in love with you."
Yinzai's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he pulled away Murong Rong's fingers that were sowing fire on him, "Wait a minute, I'm covered in sweat now, wait until I wash off and then I'll love you hard."
"No!" Murong Rong hugged him, "I like your smell, no matter what you smell like, I like it."
"Aren't you afraid that I'll stink you up?"
"Don't be afraid! As long as it's you, I'm not afraid of anything!"
Yin Zai hugged her tightly again, and quickly took off her clothes with his fingers, "Honey, do you know, I miss you very much too."
After the two of them took off their clothes, he carried them back to the bedroom, their passion burning crazily.