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Remembering the wedding night

Two years later.

In a luxurious mansion covering an area of ​​4,000 square meters, an extremely dignified and elegant young woman wearing a pink chiffon shirt was sitting on a bench in the garden, leisurely reading a book at hand.

Her whole body exudes a quiet and stable temperament, which makes her look very charming from a distance.

"Young mistress."

The maid's respectful voice came.

The young woman did not raise her head, still looking at the book at hand intently, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Sir is back."

Hearing the word "sir", the young woman slowly raised her eyes and asked calmly, "Is he home?" She thought he would not come back until two days later.

The maid replied, "Sir, you just got off the plane and will be home in about an hour."

The young woman nodded slightly, "I understand."

The maid then left.



After the maid left, the young woman closed the book in her hand and fell into thoughts.

He came back from a business trip for more than ten days. Time flies so fast... It's like he and she have been married for two years in the blink of an eye.

Marriage, what a sacred word, but she could recall not many details of his marriage to her...

She only remembered that she was dressed up very beautifully that day. She held his hand and walked on the red carpet, surrounded by envious eyes and admiring tones...

He was also very handsome that day. Even though he and she had stood at the feet of the priest to swear their wedding vows, there were still women screaming for him...

Yes, he has been so good from the beginning to the end, and even more so in the past two years. I heard that his career has expanded a lot.

In the past two years, she could not recall many details about her wedding day. The only thing that occasionally flashed through her mind was that night - their wedding night.

She remembered that he was drunk that night, and he hugged her back to their new home...

Before arriving at the new house, he was in the living room. He picked her up by the waist, threw her on the sofa, and kissed her fiercely. She was a little uncomfortable and closed her eyes tightly, letting him...

All the servants in the new home wisely avoided...

When he found that she did not cooperate with him but chose to suffer silently, he bit her delicate earlobe and whispered vaguely, "Do you like me?"

She paused for a second, never thinking that he would ask such a question, and after a mental battle, she chose to nod lightly.

He asked again, "Then why don't you dare to look at me?"

She made an excuse in panic, "I'm sorry, I never thought of doing such a thing with the lights on..."

She made a good excuse. Indeed, who spent their wedding night in a bright living room?

He picked her up from the sofa with his hands behind his back and smiled, "We are husband and wife, you should get used to your husband's special hobby."

Just when she was about to answer, his body had already sunk deeply...



In fact, the reason why she was deeply impressed by her wedding night was not because they spent that night in the living room, but because of the questions he asked her...

In her memory, except for that night, he had never asked her about "like" or "love" in the past two years...



Just when Qu Ranran was immersed in her thoughts, the servant's voice came again, "Young Mistress, sir, you will be home in ten minutes!"

Qu Ranran came to her senses and stood up, "Well, I'll go back right now."

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