1131. The Affair of the Sons and Daughters of the Huangfu Family 83
Song Wan pinched herself hard. Strangely, there was a gasping sound in the air, but it didn't come from her own mouth, and she didn't feel any pain.
Song Wan still couldn't believe the scene that he had fantasized about countless times in his dreams. When this moment came true, Song Wan still couldn't believe it.
How long have I fantasized about actually becoming his bride? It’s been so long that I can’t even remember.
He has had such a dream since he was a child, and he also said that it was sincere to him.
"It's weird, it doesn't hurt."
Han Yunuo grinned, "It was me you just pinched."
Song Wan quickly looked at the hand that had not moved away. Sure enough, there was a bruise under the skin of the tentacle, which showed how much strength he had just exerted.
"Um, Han Yunuo, you didn't mean to say these words to comfort me because you saw me sad, right?"
Han Yunuo's face darkened when he heard this, so dark that it was as if a layer of water could squeeze out of his face, and his voice was a little condensed, "Song Wan, you don't believe me?"
Song Wan curled her lips, "Who told you that you have a lot of criminal records? Maybe you say that to a girl every time you fall in love with her."
Han Yunnuo finally got angry. Although her heart was moved in front of the Louvre that day, if she spoke about getting married today, in the eyes of ordinary people, her character would indeed be doubted.
However, there is no denying that the passion last night played a role in fueling the flames.
I also want to take it step by step, but there is no way. Since everything has happened, let's get together as soon as possible.
Moreover, Song Wan's flat figure was unexpectedly comfortable to the touch, especially the tightness, which made her want to indulge in it and not want to get out. This was a feeling that no woman she had ever encountered could give her.
.
Heartbeat, plus emotion, merge into one.
"Well, what are you doing?" A vague voice came from Song Wan's mouth.
"Do what makes you believe." When he was busy, Han Yunuo took the time to answer Song Wan's question.
"Han Yunuo, are you really serious?" Song Wan asked, placing her hands against Han Yunuo's strong chest, her fingers restlessly drawing circles on the honey-colored skin.
Han Yunuo took a breath of air, not daring to torment Song Wan too much. After all, there were still mottled blood stains on the sheets, knowing that this was her first time.
"What will it take for you to believe me?" Han Yunuo asked in a hoarse voice, his voice full of suppressed impatience.
"In the future, you are not allowed to get entangled with those women again."
"Hmm." The voice came from the nasal cavity.
"From now on, you can only pretend to be me."
"What if I have a son? Can I pretend to be a son?"
son?
Song Wan was slightly stunned. Seeing that Han Yunnuo was about to go in, she quickly tried her best to stop his intrusion, "I really can't stand it anymore. I... it hurts so much there."
"Then you believe me."
Song Wan nodded as if pounding garlic.
In fact, I always knew that Han Yunuo had eyes for me, but I didn't expect that he would see her heart clearly so quickly.
Since he mentioned children, he must have recognized it clearly.
In an instant, the sweet joy spread from the bottom of his heart to his limbs, and the corners of Song Wan's lips curled up unconsciously.
When she was stunned, Han Yunuo had successfully sunk into her body.
"Han Yunuo, you bastard."
"I'm a bastard." He said and exercised harder.
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The blue sky is so close, as if you can reach out and touch it.
The top of the mountain in the distance is still covered with snow, but the snow on the ground has begun to melt.