At night in New Zealand, the sky is pure and as deep as the blue sea. Lying on the big bed in the new house, through the glass on the roof, you can clearly see the stars shining brightly.
There is a bright red all around.
The wedding was in Western style, but the new house was decorated in Chinese style.
A huge wedding photo of the two people hangs on the wall, and the purple gauze curtain that originally trailed the floor has been replaced with a festive red.
After a hard day's work, I was finally able to lie in bed quietly.
Ning Xiaotong also put on a classical Chinese wedding dress, which was as red as a blazing fire, making her soft eyebrows even more gentle.
Huangfu Lin also put on matching groom's clothes. At a sudden glance, he looked like a handsome young man who came out of classical poetry. His red clothes were like fire, which made his stunning face look particularly evil, with a hint of charm.
Evil, yet unruly.
The two people hugged each other intimately, entangled in red clothes, fighting to the death.
The layers of red gauze were untied, revealing the fair and moist skin underneath.
The bright red wedding candles were lit in the room, and the bright starlight shone down, falling on the fair skin, revealing a little bit of light.
The hot male aura swept through the whole body, wrapping Ning Xiaotong tightly in it, leaving her unable to resist at all. Her cheeks were charmingly red, her eyes were watery, and her white fingers were scratching Huangfu Lin's back.
There are red marks.
The lingering, suffocating kiss ended, and Ning Xiaotong breathed in the fresh air.
The red lips were slightly opened, which invisibly made Huangfu's eyes even more lusty, and deep in his pupils, there were turbulent waves.
"Hmm." A thin moan unconsciously came from Ning Xiaotong's air, which undoubtedly added a catalyst to this love affair.
With a sudden thrust, Ning Xiaotong couldn't help but hugged the person attached to her body tightly. When she saw it, there was a bright star above her head.
The scorching heat stayed in front of the tight inner wall for a long time, and the pleasure that was finally aroused suddenly made Ning Xiaotong twist her body unbearably.
The slender thighs were wrapped around Huangfu Lin's waist. Just a small and subtle movement had already made Huangfu Lin take a breath of cold air. Sweat dripped from his forehead and fell on the white breasts underneath him.
Hidden in red gauze, her jet-black hair was messy.
"Xiaotong."
"Huh?" Ning Xiaotong whimpered, stroking Huangfu Lin's body with both hands.
"From now on, I will accompany you and live the life you want."
Every stroke that went deep seemed to be embedded in his own bone marrow. Ning Xiaotong felt as if his internal organs were being squeezed and deformed, and her snow-white body was trembling under him.
Huangfu Lin's movements did not pause at all. When his evil face looked at the violently trembling person beneath him, his delicate brows were filled with tenderness.
Pressed against Ning Xiaotong's bright red lips, "This is our beginning and our new home."
Outdoors, the eyes are full of stars, and indoors, the room is full of beauty.
And he whispered in her ear: "Xiao Tong, it's great. I finally waited for this day, waiting for you to become my wife."
What responded to him was her active temptation...
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A year later, in a garden with petals of all colors blooming, two little girls with big black eyes clung to the cradle, a fat and soft ball.
Somewhat curious, the two of them looked at each other and in tacit understanding, one of them stretched out a finger and poked the baby lying inside, touching the skin that could be broken by a blow.