He had promised not to have sex tonight, but she was too embarrassed to even drink a glass of wine with him.
That would seem too insincere, wouldn’t it?
Zi Yang pursed her lips and reached out to take the wine glass he handed over.
She didn't see an imperceptible smile of success flashing between Fu Hong's brows.
"Come, let's drink and wish us a happy wedding."
Ziyang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a hint of discomfort and a woman's shyness flashed in her eyes.
Then, the two of them crossed their hands and drank the first glass of wine.
When Fu Hong came closer, Ziyang's heart beat violently. The faint orchid fragrance on his body was very good, making her feel a little lost.
Fu Hong raised his eyes, saw her nervous and shy look, and wished he could just rub her into his arms.
But Fu Hong told himself: Don't rush, there is plenty of time tonight.
The good night passed by clouds and rain.
"Okay, you can continue watching TV. I'll go to the balcony to enjoy some fresh air, drink some wine, and leave in a while." As for whether you are willing to let me go in a while, that's another matter.
Fu Hong turned around, looking all kinds of graceful and charming.
Didn't bother her again.
Instead, he was sitting alone on the balcony, showing only the side of his face to her. Sometimes he would hold up a wine glass, smile at her, and then take a sip.
Ziyang is watching a love soap opera.
But the male pig's feet are not as good as one ten thousandth of Fu Hong's.
She couldn't help but glance at him quietly from time to time, only to feel that the man in the interplay of light and shadow was breathtakingly beautiful.
The heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, bang... bang... bang..., each sound was more harsh than the last. Ziyang's face turned red, and she cursed in her heart: "Yangyang, wake up, wake up, don't be tempted by beauty."
From a distance, Fu Hong saw her increasingly blushing cheeks under the light, and a bright smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of his mouth.
His woman is distracted.
That blushing look is so cute.
Ziyang bit her lip and suddenly felt a little dizzy. She felt like her whole body was burning up.
how so?
How could such thoughts arise in my mind?
She couldn't control her head and was filled with lustful thoughts. Ziyang cursed that she was not thinking clearly, right?
However, Xiang came from her heart, and shyness filled her cheeks at this moment.
Ziyang wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it. She quickly turned off the TV and smothered herself in the quilt while silently chanting: Sleep! Sleep! Sleep! Stop thinking!
Half an hour later.
Fu Hong picked the right time, closed the balcony door, drew the curtains, and adjusted the lights. The mysterious purple color gave the entire bedroom a meandering atmosphere.
After taking a few steps forward, Fu Hong's heart couldn't help but beat violently.
Fu Hong's footsteps echoed in the quiet bedroom, especially loud.
He walked towards the bed step by step.
So excited, aren't you?
Fu Hong's eyes had a bit of charming light, shining with desire and expectation. He leaned down and looked at the bulging part of the quilt, and the waves in his heart rolled up once again.
"Yangyang."
He lifted the quilt, exposed her head, and whispered her name softly.
The slender fingers fiddled with her face twice, trying to wake her up.
Ziyang, who had been drugged, was sweating all over her body, her mouth was raised high, she stretched out her hand from the quilt and muttered impatiently: "It's hot, it's so hot."
"Yangyang, what's wrong with you? Do you have a fever?"
"I have no idea."
Fu Honglue looked at the woman on the bed with a bit of guilt, his eyes flashed with firmness, and a soft breath appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Do you want me to take you to the hospital? Your face is so red. Are you sick?"
Ziyang didn't know, she was in a daze, she just felt warm all over her body.